CHAPTER 91: CHAPTER 67: "THE OLD SCHOLAR" (5K)_2

"Or local anesthetic, and then find a needle."

"Mr. Zhang, please wait, I’ll go ask Dr. Li to get some." The train police responded and turned to head towards the front carriages.

Although there is no infirmary on the train, there are some emergency medications and medical staff available.

After a moment, a dose of local anesthetic was administered.

Finally, when the thief king stopped grimacing in pain.

Zhang Feng asked again, "On the eastern route, is there anyone who is well-informed?"

"There are many." The thief king replied initially, then felt it was too perfunctory, so he explained, "But if you mean someone who is very well-informed and has a wide social network, it would be ’President He.’

"A businessman?" Zhang Feng asked while taking out a photo of a businessman who bought medicine for a passenger, "Is this President He? Or have you seen him?"

"No, and I haven’t seen him." The thief king shook his head and continued, "President He has a round face, a bit chubbier than the person in the picture."

"Then tell me about President He." Zhang Feng clasped his hands together, leaning on the seat, "How to find him, and what does he do?"

"He runs a company on the pedestrian street in East Market." The thief king detailed, "He was in the underground trade more than ten years ago, working in smuggling.

But since he was arrested ten years ago and released a few years back, he no longer plays in the underground world.

However, he’s a decent guy, and if any of the guys from that world go to him, he will help them a bit.

And he knows a lot of people, a diverse mix, so he’s the most well-informed person in our area."

"Hmm." Zhang Feng nodded, then looked at the dozing Captain Wang opposite, "I’m planning to ask President He about the murderer, you can head back first, Captain Wang.

If there’s any news, I’ll contact you."

A few months ago, the passenger killed someone here in Eastern Province.

Although our investigation yielded no results, President He is from the other side, so he might have some news.

Anyway, it’s worth a shot.

If there’s evidence, maybe the case from 8.03 can be reopened.

It’s better than searching slowly by myself.

...

One day later.

Zhang Feng transferred to a train, returned to Eastern Province, and went to East Market again.

At noon that day.

Zhang Feng made his way to the company mentioned by the thief king.

It’s on the twelfth floor of an office building.

Ding—

The elevator ascended.

Zhang Feng looked towards the company’s reception desk.

Logically, the receptionist should be a pretty or well-mannered girl.

But this girl was ordinary and even a bit nervous.

"Hello." Zhang Feng noticed she wasn’t skilled at her job, "I’m looking for your President He, I’m a friend of Dongqing."

Dongqing is the nickname of the thief king.

"Ah?" The girl didn’t catch what Zhang Feng said.

Because she was staring at Zhang Feng’s face the whole time.

Zhang Feng, while not handsome, exuded a combination of elegance and aloofness, which happened to be her preferred type.

"Looking for President He." Zhang Feng saw her dazed look and repeated, "Dongqing introduced me."

"Oh oh!" The girl quickly nodded, then picked up the phone and slightly moved backward to avoid letting Zhang Feng overhear the conversation,

"Hello! Brother! There’s a handsome...a gentleman here to see you!"

"How many times have I told you? Call me President He outside!"

Inside the office, a forty-something President He, was in a boss’s chair holding a newspaper in one hand and the phone in the other, "Little sis, who is this person? What did he say?

I put you at the reception to improve your communication skills.

And yet, you just said a gentleman is looking for me?"

"This gentleman said he’s..." The girl, with an adorable look in her eyes seeking help, glanced at Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng said, "A friend of Dongqing."

"Dongqing." The girl repeated, thinking ’Qing’ was the character for ’cool’, because Dongqing’s name sounded strange.

’Dongqing? A person from the thief king?’ Boss He quickly connected the dots to the thief king but really didn’t want to deal with that ruthless person anymore,

"Just say I’m not here, on a business trip!"

"Okay." The girl responded, then looked at Zhang Feng.

However, upon seeing Zhang Feng’s demeanor, she suddenly became a bit nervous and didn’t dare to meet his gaze, "Well...my brother says Dongqing is not here..."

As she spoke, she realized she made a mistake and corrected herself, "My brother said he is not here, the office secretary took the call."

"Then just say that Zhang Feng is here." Zhang Feng motioned for her to call again, "Zhang Feng from the Jun Mountain Special Task Force."

"On a mission?" The girl suddenly felt a bit scared, and her nervousness evaporated, "My brother is a good person!"

"Not here for him." Zhang Feng pointed at the phone, "Just looking for him to ask something."

"Oh oh!" The girl felt relieved, and the ambiguous goodwill towards Zhang Feng that had been building was frightened away.

But she didn’t hesitate, quickly avoiding Zhang Feng and making a call,

"President He, it’s Zhang Feng from the Jun Mountain Special Task Force looking for you."

’Zhang Feng? The grandmaster everyone’s been talking about lately?’ Boss He suddenly sat up, he wasn’t reluctant to meet anyone anymore, but his eyelids were twitching,

’Why would a special task force advisor, a grandmaster of fist skill, be looking for a nobody like me? I’ve already retired and have been honestly doing business all these years...’

He was very nervous and didn’t want to meet, "Little sis, just say I had a car accident out of town and can’t come back for a while!"

"Ah? Okay!"

The girl responded, then, with emotive preparation, sadly said to Zhang Feng:

"I’m sorry, Mr. Zhang, after asking my brother’s driver carefully...sob, it seems my brother was in a car accident and won’t be back soon..."

The girl was very upset, but despite her cries, no tears would come out.

"Can’t come back?" Zhang Feng looked at her slightly flawed expression and the full-of-holes reasoning, finally pointing to the office at the end of the corridor,