Chapter 901


    The Runaway Groom Chapter 901


    It was midnight, and a sea breeze blew over the crystalline surface of the waters, sending the salty


    odor in the air up to the shore.


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    It was so cold that anyone would be shivering, but the police officers hiding in the steel containers at


    the port remained unaffected. Their eyes were sharp and focused as they monitored the situation


    outside.


    They were all concentrating on a certain ship, thanks to a tip from their mole. Once there was


    movement, everyone would storm it and make arrests.


    Because their quarries were nning to move the ship to international waters to make their trade, they


    had to make their move ahead of time—mobility was poor at sea, and they must apprehend everyone


    in one swift stroke before the ship left!


    Once the ship started its engine, the lieutenant barked orders to move!


    They surrounded the ship and kept it berthed in the port, and moved in to make arrests.


    Everyone on the ship was an ouw, trading objects and substances that hurt others as much as


    themselves. Most of them were murderers too, and if they were arrested, it was either a death


    sentence or years—even decades—of prison time.


    Naturally, they would not go quietly.


    A brutal fight immediately ensued!


    The crack of gunfire echoed beneath the night, leaving the heart pounding!


    This was going to be a sleepless night as Martin led his men to board the ship, taking point since he


    was the captain.


    Fortunately, despite the officers taking some losses, every person on the ship was arrested without


    stragglers.


    Martin also suffered a flesh wound, but it did not hamper his movement at all after he disinfected it and


    had it bandaged.


    However, this was not the time for rest—the gang leader was nowhere to be found.


    Martin then pointed at a ck hooded figure crouching near the wall and said, “I’ll question that one.”


    The ck hooded figure was soon taken to an interrogation room, and Martin told one of his officers,


    “I’m going to make a call to tell Lulu I’m safe.”


    “Yes, cap!”


    Martin stepped outside to make the call, and Lulu answered soon enough. “Hello?”


    “It’s me,” Martin said. “Come over to the precinct, tell them that you’re bringing me dinner.”


    Lulus quickly understood what he was getting at. “Okay.”


    With that done, Martin returned to the interrogation room.


    It appeared that the suspect was not saying a word despite being caught red-handed for trading


    contraband.


    He was certainly a tough nut to crack, refusing to cooperate.


    Soon, Lulu arrived at the precinct with some lunch boxes.


    The squad was especially careful around her since she was pregnant.


    “Hello, ma’am! The captain is in interrogation room no. 3. I’ll get him for you—just wait in his office.”


    Lulu quickly waved the officer off. “No, it’s fine. I can go there myself. It’s been a long night for


    everyone, hasn’t it? It’s almost daybreak, so you must be hungry. I’ve brought a lot of meatballs, so


    have some too.”


    With that, she put the lunch boxes she brought on the table.


    Everyone was certainly famished at this hour.


    “Thanks, ma’am.”


    “You’re wee.” Lulu smiled. “Eat up—I’ll go check on Martin now.”


    “Okay!”


    With that Lulu brought the remaining lunch box with her to the interrogation room.


    As she opened the door, the man in the ck hoodie was left gaping when he saw her, his pupils


    dting!


    Martin then turned to the officer who was in charge of taking the suspect’s testimony. “You can go take


    a break now.”


    The officer then saw Lulu and put away his notebook. “Yes, cap. Hey, Lulu.”


    “There are some meatballs outside. You can have some,” Lulu replied.


    “Lulu…” Ricky began.


    However, Martin promptly strode up to him and sped a hand over his mouth, waiting until the other


    officer left before leaning in to whisper a warning into Ricky’s ear. “Keep it down if you want to talk to


    Lulu.”


    After the other officer closed the door, Martin turned off the cameras too.


    He had let Lulu in, using the excuse of bringing food because she had already resigned.


    The rule during suspect interrogation was that the suspects were not allowed to meet anyone before


    they confessed, let alone someone they knew.


    And Martin naturally did not want the others to know that Lulu knew Ricky.


    “Talk. Just pretend I’m not here,” he said, sitting down at the table while eating the meatballs.


    “Ricky.” Lulu had a hard time believing that the tanned, scrawny man whose wrists were cuffed to the


    table was Ricky.


    He even had a scar on his face!


    Likewise, Ricky was staring in disbelief at Lulu’s swelling belly!