"Do you see him?" Jiang Ye led Chuzheng to a corner and pointed in a direction.
There sat three people, all others around them kept their distance, creating a vacuum zone.
"The person you're looking for should be him," Jiang Ye said. "I asked around for you; his name is Qi Feng, a well-known intermediary in the underworld."
This kind of person only connects others; he doesn't touch anything else.
But his network is vast.
The man Chuzheng was looking for was the one sitting in the center.
He looked quite refined, wearing gold-framed glasses, much like a professor teaching in a classroom.
"Mr. Yin," Chuzheng suddenly spoke up.
Jiang Ye followed Chuzheng's gaze and the man stiffened as he turned around.
Seeing clearly who called him, and true to his thoughts, a trace of fear showed in the depths of his eyes.
He hesitated for a moment then approached, "Miss Chuzheng."
"Mr. Yin, do me a favor."
"…"