A police complaint against Yang Mingshen

Zexi struggled inside the net trap but to no avail. "What is with this trap!?"

The guards chasing after her caught up to her and abruptly stopped before Mingshen. "Boss!"

Damn, we are dead!

"Welcome. Did you have any trouble while running since you seemed to have trouble preventing her from entering," he dangerously smiled.

"T-that Boss…" they sweated.

Mingshen ignored them and glanced up at Zexi. "Why is this mouse here?"

Zexi blinked. "Are you calling me a mouse?"

"Oh, this mouse is intelligent too," he brightened.

"..."

"Let me out of here!"

"Of course. That's what the guards were trying to do in which they failed for which I will give them their appropriate punishment later."

The guards - "..."

Zexi gritted her teeth. "I mean let me out of this trap. I want to meet Bojing!"

Mingshen sneered. "You don't. He is my assistant, not your friend or any other type of 'friend' either. My assistant doesn't need you, so stop bothering him."