CHAPTER 83: CHAPTER 65 [INTERNAL ORGAN OVERCLOCKING] (7.2K)

On the way back to the bureau.

"Brother Zhang, do you think my move is right...?"

"Old Zhang, is it like this?"

"Master! Look quickly!"

In the police car, several detectives were posing in various martial arts stances for Zhang Feng to inspect.

Zhang Feng couldn’t have imagined it; since his comments on pushing, swiping, and pounding, he had become the ’martial arts instructor’ for the detective team.

Meanwhile.

On the way back to the bureau, Zhang Feng, having nothing else to do, indulged in teaching them without getting tired.

They frequently dealt with criminals, and having some life-saving tricks was never a bad thing.

When teaching, Zhang Feng tends to be quite earnest.

His words inevitably became somewhat harsh.

"You’re not exerting force correctly with your hands."

"And you, your wrist is too forward; if someone heavier crashes into you, you’ll twist it."

"Captain Wang, why raise your hand so high? Are you greeting a friend?"

Zhang Feng’s words were straight to the point, and through his knack for analyzing, he quickly identified their key force points.

’His tendons’ position is a bit different from mine.’

While teaching, Zhang Feng was also comparing anatomical differences, diligently noting any information useful to him.

...

The journey went by swiftly.

Returning to the bureau at midnight.

The colleagues on duty saw Zhang Feng’s group coming but didn’t ask much.

They went inside.

Opened an interrogation room.

Zhang Feng and Captain Wang took the drug dealer inside.

"I’ll record," said the officer acting as a scribe, following along.

The remaining people didn’t disperse; instead, they crouched at the corner near the interrogation room, waiting for answers.

Meanwhile, inside the interrogation room.

"Speak up." Captain Wang habitually lit a cigarette, kicked his legs onto the table, "Name, age, personal information."

"I’m called..." The drug dealer, seeing the room and glancing at expert Zhang Feng beside Captain Wang, didn’t dare to hide anything, so he honestly revealed all his personal information.

He had been through the bureau a few times, knowing that silence wasn’t beneficial.

Rather than enduring repeated uninterruptible Great Memory Skills, it was better to confess early.

But he truly got it wrong.

Though Captain Wang and his team were in a hurry, they were doing a thorough investigation lately, so this might not happen.

The drug dealer was unaware and instead spoke sincerely.

After detailing his personal information.

Captain Wang didn’t dilly-dally and directly asked, "Who are the ones buying the drugs from you? Do you recognize them? Specifically, the buyer of the Black Dust Incense."

"I know." The drug dealer replied truthfully, "At the time, he bought quite a lot, I remember him: a man in his thirties with a buzz cut.

His demeanor, right? He was quite polite? Like a businessman?"

"Wrong." Zhang Feng directly denied, "Think again."

"But it was indeed him who bought the drugs." The drug dealer replied, "If you say there’s something wrong, it might be because I saw him buying a lot, assuming he was a major client, when asking if he needed more.

He said he wanted to follow the old man’s arrangement?

He probably has someone behind him?"

"Specify this ’old man’." Captain Wang seized the key point, "Do you have more information about the old man?"

"I really don’t know." The drug dealer now had none of the arrogance he had two hours ago; rather, he shook his head like an aggrieved bride,

"That guy was as crafty as a monkey. I think when he mentioned ’the old man,’ it was also for fear of a double-cross from me, so he intentionally hinted at someone behind him."

"Do you feel this person exists?" Zhang Feng inquired, "Could he be lying to you?"

"Absolutely not!" The drug dealer asserted and recalled, "I clearly remember when he uttered ’the old man,’ it seemed as if he saw some beloved figure?

The kind of intense, fanatic gaze, very creepy.

Even though so much time has passed, that impression remains vivid."

The dealer submerged in memory and truthfully uttered, "Then after he mentioned the old man, he nervously shook his head.

I’ve been through a lot, understanding that kind of fear isn’t fake.

If you insist that this person is imaginary? Hard to believe, right?"

"Hmm..." Captain Wang nodded quietly, feeling it was quite reasonable, but wouldn’t readily believe a criminal’s words — that’s basic suspicion.

Else, a criminal could just say anything logical and it would be real, wouldn’t it?

Captain Wang had encountered many criminals who could speak convincingly.

Therefore, Captain Wang finally determined, "Regarding this buyer, this businessman, did he touch anything in your room, or leave any information like a phone number?"

"No." The drug dealer shook his head, "He left nothing; I know you want his fingerprints, but he was wearing gloves, and I’ve cleaned the room several times during this time.

We can say, he left no trace."

At this point, the drug dealer felt a bit proud, adding with some involuntary honesty, "I assure clients’ safety, it’s common knowledge on this path."

"Stay serious!" The scribe glared at him.

The drug dealer knew rebuke was coming, mentally prepared to take it.

"No trace at all?" Captain Wang pondered, asking, "Then how can you prove his existence now? How can I verify the truth of what you said before?"

"These are all the facts I know." The drug dealer appeared like he’d come clean, "If you want me to explain more, I simply can’t concoct anything.

Do you want me to invent a nonexistent person?"

"Damn you!" The scribe abruptly stood.

The drug dealer glanced at him and then shifted his gaze to the contemplative Captain Wang, ultimately focusing on the resting Zhang Feng,

"That brother skilled in many forms of martial arts, I am indeed far inferior to you, fell into your hands tonight; I admit it."