Chapter 312: Officers, Do You Want to Know Why Lan Cai’er Died?

Though Ghost was cunning—

A purebred egotist, skilled at using every trick in the book to evade police pursuit and capture—

There was one thing that couldn’t be denied.

Ghost also knew when to listen, and more importantly, when to yield to the situation.

The moment he heard the crowd at Circus Hall shouting, Ghost froze. In that instant, he understood everything.

It wasn’t just the assassin from the United States who had tracked him to Jiahe City. Even the police had followed his trail all the way to Lingling Circus.

But as he gently touched the warm blood flowing from his right shoulder, the pain setting in now that the adrenaline was fading, Ghost actually felt a strange sense of relief.

Because just from those few simple shots fired by Gray Wolf, Ghost already knew—

This assassin, sent from the United States specifically to kill him, was a professional killer through and through. Even if Ghost hadn’t already been injured, unable to lift his arm, he wouldn’t have stood a chance.

To put it plainly—

Even though he’d reacted fast and avoided the first fatal shot by ducking under the seats, if the assassin had gotten any closer, Ghost knew he wouldn’t have survived the follow-up.

Death had been right in front of him. He could see it, clear as day.

That was why—

When Ghost, who had thought he was doomed, suddenly heard those two gunshots and the crowd shouting that the police had arrived, he was overwhelmed with gratitude and excitement. He had never been so happy to see the police.

As a selfish man to his core, Ghost had never considered suicide. He feared death from the bottom of his heart.

Years ago, just to stay alive, he’d even betrayed and killed his wife of many years.

So now, upon hearing that the police had arrived, his first reaction wasn’t fear of being arrested and thrown in prison.

It was relief—he was going to live. He wouldn’t die at the hands of that assassin.

As for what would happen after the police took him in, Ghost couldn’t afford to think that far ahead.

It was either die now, gunned down by the assassin sent by K from the United States—

Or live a little longer, survive in the detention center for a while, and eventually face trial and a bullet from the state.

The outcome was the same either way, but any sane person would choose the second option. At least they’d get to live a little longer.

And if he could use the valuable intel he had to negotiate some benefits, maybe his time in detention wouldn’t be so bad.

Besides, these days, executions were done by lethal injection. Firing squads were rare.

So, compared to being shot to death in pain, Ghost knew exactly what to choose and how to cooperate with the police to secure a more comfortable end.

Of course, as for those so-called important secrets, the ones that could shake the international stage—Ghost had never planned to keep them hidden. He certainly wasn’t going to protect K.

What did K and The Organization from the United States suffering pressure have to do with him?

By then, he’d already be in detention. Let the world burn—what did it matter to him?

In fact, if the police didn’t know the truth about Lan Cai’er’s death, Ghost wouldn’t mind bringing it up himself, using it as leverage to bargain for better treatment.

It was after this long string of thoughts—

That Ghost gave up any notion of resistance. The moment he heard Su Ming’s cold three-second countdown, he stood up without hesitation.

The trembling in his body as he rose wasn’t just fear or shock. Most of it came from the pain of the bullet wound.

…

At that moment—

Watching Ghost stand up on his own, raising his left hand high to show he wasn’t a threat, as if he had already accepted his fate, Su Ming raised an eyebrow.

Seeing that Ghost’s right arm was bleeding and limp, clearly unable to move, Su Ming figured that if Ghost could raise both hands, he would’ve surrendered properly.

Though he hadn’t expected Ghost to be so cooperative, Su Ming didn’t let his guard down for a second.

He kept his police handgun trained on Ghost, ready in case the man tried anything desperate.

With his other hand, he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and, without hesitation, cuffed Ghost’s left wrist. He then pulled the arm behind Ghost’s back and locked the other end of the cuff to the belt loop on his pants.

It was clear—

Su Ming had already judged that without immediate medical attention, Ghost’s right arm was essentially useless for the time being.

If he cuffed both hands together, the bleeding might worsen and even become life-threatening.

So, under the circumstances, cuffing the left wrist to the waistband was the safest and most practical choice.

Next—

Su Ming reached toward the bulge at Ghost’s side and quickly retrieved the hidden handgun, passing it to Lin Tian, who had just arrived at his side.

Just as he was about to check Ghost for any other weapons—

Ghost, whose blood had already soaked through his pants, showed a bitter and anxious expression. His voice was hoarse as he spoke up.

“Officer Su.”

“Don’t bother searching. I really don’t have anything else. Just the one gun. No other weapons.”

“Please, can you take me to the hospital now?”

“My arm’s still bleeding, and I’m starting to feel dizzy. Could you help me get it treated first? I’m worried this small wound might turn into something serious.”

Hearing Ghost say this—

Su Ming raised an eyebrow in a rather peculiar way, while Liu Yang, standing beside him, wore a serious expression laced with mockery.

“So scared of dying, huh, Ghost?”

“Chief Chen spent over half a year looking for you, remember? Back then, you were running and hiding like a pro. You didn’t look nearly as pathetic as you do now.”

“Or maybe… after seeing that assassin just now, you’ve realized K definitely won’t let you off the hook. So you’re planning to do what you did before—hide out in the Detention Center and wait for it all to blow over…”

Before Liu Yang could finish, Lin Tian raised a hand, cutting him off. He turned to Chen Sheng beside him and gave a slight nod.

“Chief Chen.”

“Ghost’s gunshot wound on his arm is pretty serious.”

“Send someone to get him to the hospital for emergency treatment. The interrogation can wait.”

“Stop the bleeding and make sure his life isn’t in danger. At the same time…”

At this point, Lin Tian looked toward the center of the stage where Ghost lay, and then at the surrounding crowd—still somewhat chaotic despite calming down a little. He continued,

“We also need to deal with the situation here at the Circus Hall.”

“A shooting this severe, in a place with so many visitors, can’t just be brushed aside. We’ve got work to do.”

As his words fell, Ghost—his face pale from blood loss—quickly chimed in.

“Yes, yes, absolutely.”

“I’ll fully cooperate with the officers’ questioning later, one hundred percent.”

“Like that… that Lan Cai’er incident. Officers, don’t you want to know… why K was so desperate to have me take her out…”