Old Sly Fox

They stopped nearby.

Qin Yu watched as his sister, Chen Zhi, pull away from him. Then, she turned around and disappeared into the warm streetlight.

He did not leave immediately. Instead, he pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose and leaned back lazily to look at the night sky that reflected the neon lights outside the windshield.

The wind from the air conditioner in the car made people feel uncomfortable, so Qin Yu turned it off.

He rolled down the car window and rested his elbows on the window. With one hand on the steering wheel, he started the engine again.

The red numbers that had been stagnant for a long time continued to rise.

[Disciple template: Young Master Zhao]

[Name: Zhao Tai]

[Rare Level: B]

[Matched Disciple: Zhao Fanggang]

[Compatibility: 97%]

Elsewhere, under the same night sky, Malang City Detective Bureau.

The brightly lit police car slowly drove in and stopped in front of a building.

Zhao Fanggang was on the left and right. Under the watch of the two detectives, he raised his head and sized up the building. Then, he walked in steadily.

He was no stranger to the Detecive Bureau. He had struggled in the mud at the bottom of the city since he was a child. Entering the police station was nothing more than a routine job… However, in the past, he had only been admitted to the police station at the bottom of each district, and he had only been questioned by the lowest-ranking agents.

But now, it was different! Zhao Fanggang's serious face revealed an almost imperceptible smile…

In the long corridor, there were cold lights.

Zhao Fanggang was led into an interrogation room at the end of the corridor. The interrogation room was airtight, and it was not large. In the middle of the room, there was a black metal table, and above the table, there was a screeching sound.

Liu Ci sat before the table with his fingers crossed. His gaze was calm. In his face, the things that he had done in the past few days flashed before his eyes.

There was only one core to everything: erase the traces left behind by the godfather when he was teaching him.

He had killed the thugs who had chased after him that night. Most importantly, it was not because he had been beaten, but because those people had directly met the godfather.

He killed them one by one. However, after the investigation, they disappeared from Malang City.

A vicious glint flashed across his eyes.

Zhao Fanggang knew very well that he was just a chess piece under the Lord in this game.

Malang City, near the West District, in a single apartment.

Mu Qing, the second disciple of Qin Yu, repeatedly memorized the words on the paper in her hand. After repeatedly confirming it several times, she suddenly stood up.

She walked into the kitchen, her hand holding the pages. She was reluctant, but she gritted her teeth and turned on the liquefied gas igniter.

A corner of Qin Yu's manuscript was ignited.

Holding the manuscript, it hung above the sink. Mu Qing looked at the torn pages to confirm that there was no complete handwriting and turned on the tap.

The cold water droplets brushed across his hand, and all the marks disappeared into the sewer.

Mu Qing returned to the narrow living room and sat on the sofa with her legs crossed. She took a deep breath.

…

"Name."

"Zhao Fanggang.

He replied in a low voice.

"Age."

"Twenty-six years old."

Malang City Detective Bureau, interrogation room.

The bright light illuminated Zhao Fanggang and the middle-aged detective.

The routine questioning continued.

Outside the interrogation room, the leaders of the Criminal Investigation Unit and a few experts in criminal psychology were all staring at the screen.

The most popular youth.

"He has a strong mind."

A middle-aged detective with gray hair frowned and said.

"Probably trained in interrogation psychology."

"Not simple…"

"There's someone behind him. We need to dig deeper!"

The others also continued to discuss.

On the other side, in the outskirts of Malang City, Qin Yu had already driven home.

He took out his keys, pushed the door open, and walked in. As usual, he took off his takeaway clothes, lay down on the sofa, and washed up…

He sat at the desk calmly and studied the flashing red data before him.

"August 10, 2021. Where are you at night?"

"August 10?"

Zhao Fanggang scratched his head and thought about it carefully. Then, he sneered and replied,

"I can't remember clearly, but I think I was hiding in some smelly ditch. Detective, as you know, people like us are like wild dogs in this city. We don't have a home, so we just lie there."

The middle-aged detective, Yang Na, suddenly slammed the table and propped himself up. He stared at Zhao Fanggang with his intimidating eyes.

"Be serious!"

Zhao Fanggang calmed himself down and stared at the middle-aged detective with his sharp eyes.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room became tense, but soon… Zhao Fanggang shrugged.

"If you say it's serious, it's serious."

The questioning continued. Zhao Fanggang refused to answer every single question. His reaction did not seem like that of a young man, but more like an experienced old fox.

"I heard that your sister, Zhao Yu'er, has already undergone a kidney transplant at the Ninth People's Hospital."

Shen Yan, a middle-aged female detective, asked.

Hearing his sister, Zhao Fanggang raised his head slightly and replied,

"Yes, this girl is really lucky…

"Can you tell us how you managed to get a hold of shares from Four Seas Company right after Ma Dong passed away in an accident?"

Shen Yan asked with a gentle expression.

Zhao Fang just opened his eyes.

"A few years ago, I took my sister to see an old Chinese doctor."

He did not answer directly.

"After my brother finished reading it, I sat down before the old Chinese doctor and asked him to show it to me!

"Hehe!"

"That old Chinese doctor is really a genius doctor… He saw through my problem with one look… He said that my stomach is not very good, and he told me to eat more rice!"