Xu Xiangbei smiled and drank two glasses with Grandpa Yang Qianshou. He thought of Lei Ziming and said with a laugh, "How long will Lei Ziming be locked up this ti? You cracked his case, how much bonus did you get?"
Jenny’s expression showed a hint of displeasure: "Due to insufficient evidence, the charge of selling military chips could not be established. Lei Ziming was released on bail for trial yesterday."
Xu Xiangbei was stunned: "Released on bail for trial? He hid so many firearms, yet can be released on bail?"
"Soone took the bla for him, and no evidence of him selling chips was found. The key witness Basel died in a car accident, so at most he’s guilty of knowing and not reporting."
Xu Xiangbei gulped down the drink from his glass, almost smashing the glass. He was unwilling, for he risked his life to find Lei Ziming’s criminal evidence by uncovering his secret chamber.
Basel, the key figure who connected with Lei Ziming, died in a car accident, clearly a cover-up murder.
"Were there any suspicious points about Basel’s accident? Who is responsible?"
"Unknown, the other party fled the scene, only known to be a heavy truck."
Thinking about the heavy truck that nearly crashed into him that day, Xu Xiangbei felt Basel was murdered: "So we’re just letting him get away with it?"
Jenny helplessly responded: "Lei Ziming is a high-intelligence criminal; he hides everything well. His bodyguard Zuo Mu might know every detail, but he disappeared after being hospitalized for an injury, so it’s unknown whether Lei Ziming silenced him or hid him."
After that night saving Zuo Mu and taking him to the hospital, Jenny dared not see him again. She hid him in the underground garage, already negotiating for his court testimony, but Zuo Mu went missing.
Xu Xiangbei thought for a mont: "I’ll see if I can find him."
Jenny curiously asked: "You can find him?"
"I can’t find him, but I can find his junior disciple. In Huaxia, his junior disciple is his only family."
That day, Xiao Ye Feng Cilang ca to apprentice, leaving a phone number, and dialed it, hearing Xiao Ye Feng Cilang’s voice.
"Who is this?"
"I’m Xu Xiangbei, not looking for you but for your senior brother Zuo Mu. Is he there? Or is he still in Huaxia?"
"He’s still in Huaxia; you look for my senior brother for what matter?"
"Ask your senior brother to et at Purple Gold Villa by the lake in the bamboo forest at ten tonight."
"I’ll tell him, but I can’t guarantee whether he’ll go."
The night sky was dotted with stars, and Zijin Villa District, located in the bustling city center, offered tranquility amidst the bustle.
Autumn wind gently blew, making the bamboo leaves rustle, the calm artificial lake pure as a piece of crystal, reflecting the starry sky.
Xu Xiangbei puffed smoke rings, gazing at the beautiful night scene, hearing soone enter the bamboo forest, even-breathed and steady footsteps, likely Zuo Mu’s footsteps.
With his back to the person coming, Xu Xiangbei smiled: "Has your leg healed?"
It was Zuo Mu’s voice, still resentful about what happened in Ouyang Yude’s study that day: "The leg has healed, but my teeth won’t grow back."
Xu Xiangbei slowly turned around: "Your teeth won’t co back, but your life was saved by ."
Zuo Mu dressed in sportswear, his expression full of vigilance: "I don’t know why Dr. Xu called here, does he want to return the favor by repaying him with my life."
Seeing the hostility in Zuo Mu’s eyes, Xu Xiangbei casually said: "You’re really stubborn, I can’t ask for your saved life back. It seems your Samurai Dao spirit has turned you into a wooden person, letting you commit suicide and martyrdom at will. I called you here to ask for your help."
Zuo Mu’s eyes softened: "What help, Dr. Xu, feel free to say, as long as I can do it."
"I want you to testify against Lei Ziming in court."
Zuo Mu suddenly laughed, a hint of disdain in his laughter: "Lei Ziming is a very dangerous guy; if I testify in court, I might not live until the trial day."
"Are you so afraid of death?"
Zuo Mu sneered coldly: "Who doesn’t want to live, who isn’t afraid of death? I’m not a reckless hero."
Xu Xiangbei extinguished the cigarette under his foot: "You can leave, knowing who you are, I shouldn’t have saved you that night."
"Actually, asking to testify isn’t impossible."
Xu Xiangbei curiously looked at Zuo Mu: "What do you want, money?"
Zuo Mu’s attitude was firm: "I don’t want money; I want help for my junior disciple to heal his injuries so he can resu martial arts training."
Xu Xiangbei was even more curious: "As far as I know, your relationship with your junior disciple isn’t that good; are you really willing to risk for him?"
"No matter how much I don’t like him, he’s still my junior disciple. I can’t bear to see him beco a cripple for his life. As long as you treat his injuries, I’ll testify."
"Okay, deal. I know you’ve always been jealous of your junior disciple, but I’m surprised you’re so concerned about him. I think you have so humanity left. I have one more thing to do; I need to find the truck driver who tried to kill ."
Zuo Mu was silent: "I know who that guy is, he’s not only a truck driver but also a killer."
At the transport fleet’s adjacent poker room.
In a private room, smoke curled, four strong shirtless n were playing mahjong, their torsos tattooed with green dragons and white tigers, looking fierce.
The poker room door opened, Xu Xiangbei entered with a handkerchief over his nose: "Oh my, don’t you guys fear dying from smoke inhalation."
The n’s faces changed instantly, glaring at Xu Xiangbei: "Kid, what do you want?"
"Are you here to court death?"
"Get out, or I’ll punch you out."
Xu Xiangbei grinned cheekily: "I want you to open the door and let air in; no need to start fighting. Which one of you is Dong Dajun?"
The man facing Xu Xiangbei touched a tile, sneering coldly: "I’m Dong Dajun, what do you need from ?"
The man was pleased, the tile he drew was the one he wanted, hurriedly placed it in his tiles, and played an East Wind.
"Boss Dong, you still have ti for mahjong, don’t you know you’re about to die?"
Dong Dajun’s face changed, his eyes turned sharp, warily asking: "Kid, who are you, speaking nonsense here? San’er, throw him out."
The man called San’er flipped his tiles face down on the table, stood up from his chair; tall and strong, his arms thicker than Xu Xiangbei’s thighs.
San’er disdainfully reached to grab Xu Xiangbei’s neck, aiming to toss him out of the poker room, yet Xu Xiangbei evaded with a swift move.
Xu Xiangbei lightly struck his ribs, a thread of Inner Strength pierced into San’er’s insides: "With a cold tone, now get down."
San’er’s face turned pale instantly, clutching his right rib, letting out a heart-wrenching cry, obediently lying on the floor.
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