The group split up to search; having Luke was neither a surplus nor a deficit.

Luke walked up to Manager Liao, sized him up and down, and offered him a cigarette, "Manager Liao, care for one?"

The winery was so large that aimless searching was futile; it was better to talk to the person in charge. Relatively speaking, Luke was more skilled at dealing with people.

"Thank you." Manager Liao took the cigarette.

Luke asked, "Do you speak Mandarin?"

"Yes. How should I address you?" Manager Liao also began speaking in Mandarin.

"My last name is Li, forensic consultant of Faubourg Heights."

"Pardon me for not realizing earlier, it's Consultant Li." Manager Liao took out a lighter and lit Luke's cigarette first, "Consultant Li, we really don't have any contraband here.

Is someone framing me?"

"You'll have to ask yourself that." Luke stared at him.

Manager Liao took a drag of his cigarette, "I really don't know, I feel wronged too, I've never seen such a big fuss with so many Faubourg Heights officers showing up suddenly."

"Are you a member of the Flying Dragon Gang?"

"Uh, I do know some people from gangs, but I'm not a gang member myself."

"Do you know Zheng Lagong?"

"Yes, he has been here before as a guest."

"When did you last see him?"

"I can't remember clearly, it should be before last year."

"Has anything unusual happened at the winery recently?"

"No." Manager Liao answered decisively, but Luke vaguely sensed signs of lying.

Luke continued, "Do you know Mo Shaohong?"

"Yes, he is also a guest at our winery."

"When did you last see him?"

"It should also be before last year."

"Did he come with Zheng Lagong?"

"Yes."

"How is their relationship?"

"I'm not really sure." Manager Liao turned his head aside, seemingly intentionally evading.

"Ring... ring..."

Luke's phone rang, showing Will's number on the screen.

"I need to take this call."

Leaving a remark, Luke walked to the side of the vineyard, pressed the answer key, "Hello."

"Brother, is it convenient to talk?"

"Go ahead."

"I thought it over carefully... and realized you made sense, so today I went to the Flying Dragon Gang, prepared to tell Brother Wolf about leaving the gang.

But I didn't know how to bring it up. After waiting a bit, I heard something — Vice Hall Master Zheng Lagong of Iron Blood Hall was injured, hiding in a clinic for treatment."

"When did this happen?" Luke frowned slightly, wasn't his brother's news a bit outdated?

The body had already been found; what kind of treatment is this?

But thinking that Will hadn't been to the Flying Dragon Gang in days and was an outer circle member, a delay in news was possible.

"I just heard."

"Which clinic?"

"Alec Clinic on Mosant Street."

"Are Zheng Lagong's injuries severe? Is he being treated at the clinic or is he already dead?"

"I didn't dare to ask. Should I inquire about it?"

"No, do you know how he got hurt?"

"Some people speculate it might be the doing of He Sheng Hall.

They're preparing to retaliate against He Sheng Hall people."

"Got it. Have you quit the gang?"

"Yes, I finally said it.

I even got beaten up by Brother Wolf's men, but they pulled their punches, I'm not seriously hurt, just need a few days to recover.

Brother Wolf also agreed to report to the gang, telling me to wait for his news."

"Do they suspect you?"

"I don't think so.

They saw the scene of my parents taking me away.

I told them my parents objected to me joining the gang and threatened to die if I didn't leave the Flying Dragon Gang.

There are many members with similar situations.

They have experienced it themselves, the difference being, they cut ties with their parents and won against them."

"Well done, keep a low profile for the next few days."

"Brother, can I tell the New York police about this?

I found out about Zheng Lagong's whereabouts, which could be a completion of the police task.

I can then leave openly and have the police help with He Sheng Hall trouble." Will's tone carried a hint of relief.

This would mean making New York police owe him a favor; even if he couldn't become a cop at the 62nd precinct, he could work at other precincts.

"How do you usually stay in contact?"

"They gave me a number, told me to call if anything came up, saying that number was very secure."

Luke thought for a moment, "For now, don't tell the New York police, wait for my news."

"Uh..." Will hesitated for a moment, "Alright, I'll wait for your news."

Luke gave a few more reminders before hanging up.

Luke found a big rock to sit on beside the vineyard, scratched his head with his right hand, the news from Will and the intelligence from Faubourg Heights' Intelligence Department conflicted.

Will certainly wouldn't lie to him; could it be that the Intelligence Department's information is flawed?

Could Will's information be more accurate than the Intelligence Agency's?

Luke found it unlikely.

The most likely scenario was that Will's information was delayed; Zheng Lagong was treated at a clinic after being injured but didn't survive, and since it wasn't a natural death, the body was buried in the vineyard.

Luke thought this possibility was the greatest.

If that's the case, the clinic would be Zheng Lagong's primary death scene, possibly holding more clues.

Luke took out his phone, getting ready to call Negan, to investigate the clinic quickly before traces were erased.

Halfway through dialing, he stopped, still feeling something was off.

What if Will's information wasn't delayed?