Jinyue Garden Villa District, on a bench in the small plaza.
Xiao Feng dragged Zhao Guo'an out, each with a bottle of baijiu and so peanuts, eating and drinking to vent their frustration.
Ever since Wang Tingwei had found him so easily, he'd been feeling uncomfortable.
The enemy is in the dark and we're in the light; that's a natural disadvantage.
But there's no real way around it. People fear fa like pigs fear getting fat; once you reach a certain level, wanting not to get noticed is impossible.
"I've sumd it up. This whole ss basically happened because I didn't bring you along." Xiao Feng said, face full of lancholy. "If you'd been there, it probably wouldn't have been this unlucky."
"So from the way you're talking, all the bad luck has to hit first?" Zhao Guo'an protested.
"History has proven a million tis that you're basically a Protective Talisman. You attract all the disasters to yourself; you're way more effective than a lightning rod."
Zhao Guo'an curled his lip and scooted to the side. "Then I'd better stay away from you. You're at peak bad-luck right now; I'm not taking the hit for you."
Xiao Feng took two gulps of liquor, then carefully sorted through everything that had happened since he left He Qizheng's place.
After that, he listed out in his head all the doubtful points he needed to figure out, and the problems that needed solving.
First, Bai Huanyu paid five million to bribe He Qizheng, had him send his son He Baodan to invite him to join the business alliance, with the goal of distracting his attention.
So here's the question: why did Bai Huanyu want to distract him?
At that mont, Zhao Guo'an spoke up. "Old Xiao…"
But before he could get to the point, Xiao Feng cut him off. "Don't talk, I'm thinking."
"..." Zhao Guo'an.
So you dragged out here in the middle of the night just to sit with you in the cold?
Xiao Feng had no mind to humor him, his mind replaying the last ti he'd t face to face with Bai Huanyu.
He rembered going to collect the final paynt. The guy had first taken out a check and then asked him for a receipt. Later, at his request, it was changed to an online transfer.
At the ti he hadn't thought much of it, but looking back now, it did feel a bit suspicious.
Bai Huanyu first offering a check, then doing a transfer—no matter how you look at it, it reeks of "taking your pants off to fart," totally unnecessary.
The check…
And it was a check he'd handled himself…
Xiao Feng raised his right hand and held it up in front of his eyes, studying it for a mont, then suddenly asked, "Old Zhao, if soone gets another person's fingerprints, what can they do with them?"
"Gets soone's fingerprints?" Zhao Guo'an took a sip of liquor and blew out a puff of white breath. "They can do plenty.
At the most basic, fingerprint unlock.
And if there's no surveillance around, killing soone, setting a fire, framing soone with them is ridiculously easy."
Xiao Feng's pupils shrank sharply. Framing him—so that's Bai Huanyu's goal?
Thinking of this, Xiao Feng imdiately called Di Junxiong.
The call connected quickly. Di Junxiong yawned and said, "Master, calling this late—what's up?"
Xiao Feng didn't waste words. "Listen, my fingerprints are in Bai Huanyu's hands. He might use them to do sothing illegal and then pin it on . I'm reporting it in advance."
"Master, reporting it might not be much help in this kind of situation." Di Junxiong thought for a bit, then said, "I'll log it for you on my end. And for the near future, you'd better not go anywhere without surveillance caras.
Try to keep solid alibis at all tis. That way, even if soone tries to fra you, you'll be able to clear your na."
Once the call ended, Xiao Feng's expression darkened.
That old bastard Bai Huanyu really was sothing else.
He'd barely finished helping the guy solve the problems of his three kids, and the old fox was already plotting how to screw him over. That speed of burning the bridge after crossing it was top-tier!
Of course, from a purely objective standpoint, Xiao Feng's accusation was a bit shaky.
After all, he helped Bai Huanyu solve his problems to keep him from being cornered and forced into the arms of Devil's Concentration Camp.
On top of that, it hadn't been charity; he took fifty million from the guy. He couldn't expect to grab all the benefits for himself.
Still, that didn't stop Xiao Feng from writing this down in his little ntal notebook under Bai Huanyu's na.
"Old Xiao, is it possible you've developed persecution paranoia? Bai Huanyu getting your fingerprints…"
"Shh… I'm thinking."
The corner of Zhao Guo'an's mouth twitched violently.
What the hell!
You won't even let talk—then why did you call out?
After jotting a ntal note against Bai Huanyu in his little notebook, Xiao Feng continued thinking things through.
He'd run into Wang Tingwei right after leaving He Qizheng's house.
So is there a possibility that: the one who instructed He Qizheng to set up the business alliance and the one who told Wang Tingwei to co talk to him were actually the sa person?
That possibility obviously existed, and wasn't low.
But the problem was, even if he guessed the truth, who exactly was that true mastermind pulling strings from behind the scenes?
He Qizheng was the obvious breakthrough point on the surface; he could go to him anyti, but nothing useful would co out of that guy's mouth.
He might actually get sothing out of Wang Tingwei, but the woman had vanished into thin air. Who knew when she'd turn up again.
Just then, Xue Nuofu walked over.
Without even raising his head, Xiao Feng asked, "Got anything?"
"How could it be that fast?" Xue Nuofu said with a bitter smile. "I've already sent out every idle hand we can use.
But I'm worried the other side might also have Disguise techniques. Especially with won, a bit of makeup and they're basically unrecognizable.
All I can do is motivate the guys with a hefty bounty."
"Hefty?" Zhao Guo'an followed up. "How hefty?"
Xue Nuofu replied lightly, "Ten million, I guess. If that's not enough, we'll increase it."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Xiao Feng shot to his feet and grabbed Xue Nuofu by the collar. "Say that again—how much?"
Xue Nuofu was startled, his throat gulping reflexively. "If you think that's too low, we can make it fifty million?"
"How do you even have the face to say that out loud?" Xiao Feng snapped. "Easy to be generous when it's not your money, huh?
Opening your mouth and it's fifty million—you sure talk big!"
"Wait, hold up!" Xue Nuofu stared, dumbfounded. "Weren't you the one who said it yourself?
If one hundred million isn't enough, make it two hundred million. If two hundred isn't enough, make it three. And if that's still not enough, you'll sell the pots and pans. How co now you think I'm spending too much?"
"Yeah, I did say that." Xiao Feng nodded, then imdiately changed tack. "But who told you to go all in right from the start?
It's like I give you a god-tier hand and tell you to play it however you want, but you can't just open by throwing down the ultimate bomb.
You, you… now I finally get why the Demon Suppression Action Team kicked you out. If you can't read the leader's intentions properly, what use are you?"
With that, he got up and walked off.
Xue Nuofu sucked air through his teeth, feeling like the back of his head was throbbing. One minute it's this, the next it's that—how the hell is anyone supposed to live like this?
"Old Xue, feeling like your mind's about to snap?" Zhao Guo'an asked in the tone of soone who'd been there. "Relax, you'll get used to it."
As soon as he finished, Xue Nuofu's eyes lit up. "ntal breakdown?
You're right!
I'll go find a psychiatrist right now."
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