Chapter One Hundred and Five: Someone Provokes the Mo Family

Mo Lan glanced at An Feng and dashed outside. Seeing Mo Lan leave so urgently, An Feng hurriedly followed, leaving behind a group of bewildered officers.

Catching up to Mo Lan, An Feng asked, “What happened?”

“The Mo family is in trouble. Someone is deliberately causing trouble at their house.” Mo Lan spoke rapidly, immediately taking the passenger seat and fastening her seatbelt. An Feng started the car and sped towards the Mo residence.

At that moment, the entrance to the Mo home was in chaos. The few people inside had shut the gate, ignoring the crowd outside who cursed and shouted.

Old Master Mo and Elder Xian came out to observe the commotion. Old Master Mo sighed repeatedly—how had things come to this, with people causing trouble at their door? The four youngsters had barely left, and trouble had arrived.

When Mo Lan returned, she saw two or three dozen people pounding on the iron gate, their presence like demons from hell, though they were mere mortals standing before her.

Mo Lan quickly got out of the car and strode forward, producing her police badge and speaking sternly, “Everyone, please listen to me. If something has happened, we can resolve it at the station. There’s no need to block the Mo family’s door like this—they can accuse you of causing a disturbance.”

Elder Xian and Old Master Mo, seeing Mo Lan had arrived, ordered the gate opened. With Mo Lan present, the mob didn’t dare barge in. The two elders stepped forward, and Old Master Mo and Mo Fan followed.

The crowd no longer surrounded the gate but encircled Mo Lan instead. An Feng squeezed in as well, shielding Mo Lan from any rough behavior lest she be harmed.

“Captain, you must help us! The Mo family is despicable—our relatives ate at their restaurant and died after returning home!”

“That’s right! There’s no justice anymore!”

“They shamelessly commit such wicked deeds, and no one holds them accountable!”

“Kill them! Kill them all!”

The mob’s voices overlapped, nearly drowning Mo Lan and An Feng in a torrent of accusations. Each person seemed convinced of their own righteousness, oblivious to their blind spots. Truly irrational—did anyone even go to the hospital to confirm the cause of death?

“Stop! Whatever the issue, it can be discussed. You can file a case, but crowding here is severely disrupting the Mo family.” Mo Lan raised a hand for silence, her voice booming, startling several people into retreat.

Finally, the crowd loosened, no longer pressing so tightly. The Mo family could finally see Mo Lan again. When the mob had surrounded her, their hearts had sunk—these people were too unruly, storming the door before understanding anything.

Clearly, this had been orchestrated in advance—a deliberate provocation.

An Feng, calm as ever, toyed with his gun in plain sight. The mob stepped aside, forming a line. Their dispersal was not because of Mo Lan’s words, but because of An Feng’s weapon.

An Feng pointed the gun at each troublemaker and declared solemnly, “If you have a grievance, report it. If not, get out.”

“You’re police officers! How can you act like this?”

“Yes, how can you point a gun at us?”

The crowd, once subdued, grew incensed at the sight of the gun, voices rising as if to summon more neighbors—though none lived nearby.

Elder Xian stepped forward, coughing lightly. “Our Mo family has never wronged a single soul. You claim someone died after eating at our restaurant—why didn’t you report it then, instead of coming here to make a scene? Why not file a case?”

His words silenced much of the mob. Clearly, the accusation was shaky—even if a death occurred, it seemed someone was trying to frame the Mo family.

Mo Lan watched the drama unfold, sensing something amiss. Surely someone would have reported the incident—could so many people have lost relatives? It didn’t make sense. Normally, someone would have filed a report immediately, like Bai Bai’s father had.

The crowd retreated, as though afraid of being recognized. The Mo family understood everything now, tempted to give these troublemakers a thrashing for wasting their precious time. Old Master Mo had rushed back without even finishing his meeting. Mo Fan had left class in a hurry upon hearing the news.

When did the Mo family become so vulnerable to bullying?

Who declared to the world that the Mo family had fallen?

Now people dared to show up and provoke them.

“Those who confess, I won’t pursue. Those who resist, you’ll spend a few months at the station,” An Feng said coldly, eyeing the mob. Lately, something seemed off—malice had surfaced everywhere, as if Boss’s influence had awakened evil in people's hearts.

“The Mo family has caused deaths in my household,” a bold old woman stepped forward, but none behind her backed her up—they all retreated.

The others frowned at her—what business did she have here, risking her life at such an age? Shouldn’t someone of her years cherish life, enjoy peace at home with her children and grandchildren?

“When did it happen? What was the name? I’ll file your case,” said An Feng, unmoved by her age, determined to uphold justice.

The old woman seemed unable to recall, thinking hard but failing to produce a single word. She stood there, stamping her feet in frustration like a petulant child.

In the end, each troublemaker spent five days in detention. The Mo family did not press charges; had they done so, the mob would have lingered for a month. Old Master Mo felt he’d shown too much mercy, letting people forget the Mo family’s once formidable reputation.

Yet neither Elder Xian nor Old Master Mo cared to dig deeper, and Old Master Mo saw no way to pursue it further.

After Mo Lan and An Feng escorted the mob away, they stayed at the station, and the Mo family mansion returned to tranquility.

The officers were astonished—after such a brief outing, Mo Lan and An Feng had brought back two or three dozen people. Where had they found so many suspects, and what had happened?

Indeed, the captain always returned with prey.

Word of the incident spread quickly—within half a day, people throughout the city knew. An Feng once again became a legend at the station, though no one understood why he was held in such high esteem. An Feng himself was perplexed, feeling this adulation might place him in an awkward position.

He never considered himself remarkable—just someone with a few unique traits and a bit more effort than others.

No matter how hard Mo Lan worked by his side, she remained in the background. Everyone credited An Feng alone for resolving the matter.