CHAPTER 97: CHAPTER 69: INTERLUDE, BUSINESSMAN (5K)_2

The door closes, shutting off all contact with the outside.

Zhang Feng, seated at the head, wastes no time and directly distributes images of the visitors, then goes over the basic plan once.

Since everyone here is a veteran of the task force, already experienced with the events of 8.03, there’s no need for detailed explanations.

The newcomers have also done extensive homework.

Even if they’re unsure, someone beside them will quietly explain.

By the time everything is explained and everyone has asked their questions, only a little over an hour has passed.

Yet inside this small factory, smoke is already swirling.

However, the female comrades are used to it and continue taking notes calmly in the haze.

"That’s it for today," Zhang Feng summarizes in the thin mist, his figure barely visible, "Now that the meeting is over, let’s open the factory’s door and let out some of that Immortal Qi."

"Hahaha..."

...

Surveillance.

More surveillance.

In the following days, Captain Li and the Eastern Province team leave to begin their local investigations.

As for the additional personnel and resources from various provinces, leaders cooperate with them but do not intervene in the lead.

Basically, it’s just doing what they’re told to do.

Days pass, and the Daoist temples in various places have been checked, but there’s no news.

On the fifth day.

Zhang Feng and Captain Wang connected with two other captains for a phone meeting.

The four of them reached a consensus and made a new decision to slightly expand the investigation.

Not limited to one city’s Daoist temples but extending to surrounding areas.

They temporarily recruited police academy students and some information technology personnel to begin a new round of monitoring and surveillance.

This time, the surveillance included Sea City.

This was the first time the old scholar saw the Daoist temple city of the honored guests.

Sea City also dispatched some personnel to cooperate with the task force.

On this very day.

Zhang Feng and Captain Wang didn’t idle, instead leading four officers to search within Jun Mountain City.

The job was simply using images of the honored guests to inquire among businesses and residents on and off the streets.

It was pretty much like shooting in the dark.

Until after eleven in the evening.

Zhang Feng and Captain Wang regrouped at an intersection, marking the end of today’s surveillance work.

"Want to find a place to eat?"

Zhang Feng proposed, "It’s my treat."

Captain Wang and the others readily agreed.

"Let’s go, let’s go!"

"Brother Zhang is awesome!"

"President Zhang is certainly awesome!"

No one knew what was so impressive about offering a meal.

But everyone was worn out from the day, speaking casually without minding their wording.

At the same time, Zhang Feng thought it over, realizing no one ever stipulated that friends have to be sticklers about conversation.

’I’m so tired I’ve lost focus,’ Zhang Feng shook his head, wondering how he ended up thinking about such pointless issues.

"Let’s have some stir-fry."

Zhang Feng quickly pointed to a stir-fry restaurant ahead.

The street was somewhat quiet, and the stir-fry restaurant was the only one open.

"Let’s go, starving here." Captain Wang and the others rushed to the restaurant fast, as if grabbing a menu.

They endured the soreness from the day’s walking, moving even faster.

Interest piqued, Zhang Feng also followed suit and sped up.

Thus, they jovially entered the stir-fry restaurant.

And upon entering, they heard a voice, "Hurry up! Pay the protection fee!"

Following that arrogant shout.

Zhang Feng and the others saw only one table occupied by eight people inside the restaurant; they were shirtless, flaunting tattoos and brandishing steel pipes and machetes.

"Dear bros..." the restaurant owner was pleading in front of them.

As Zhang Feng and his men walked in with casual attire.

The thugs turned their gaze towards Zhang Feng and his team.

Moments before, Zhang Feng and his crew had playfully entered with a laid-back posture, appearing quite informal.

"Can’t you see we’re busy here?" A big thug stood up with an imposing air, "The restaurant’s closed today! Get the hell out!"

As the big guy spoke, the others also stood up, swaying their weapons, trying to scare off Zhang Feng and the outsiders.

Zhang Feng and his group paused for a second, then collectively drew their standard weapons saying:

"Police!"

"Put down the knives!"

"Hands up! Move to the wall and squat with your head down!"

...

Fifteen minutes later.

Two police cars arrived to take them away.

"Thank you, leaders!" The owner gratefully served dishes to Zhang Feng and the others.

"Interesting," Zhang Feng remarked while eating, glancing at the captured thugs, "In the time span of a meal, they managed to bust a criminal gang."

"We’ve taken down a lot in the last half year," Captain Wang found it amusing, "Thinking about it, these guys really have rotten luck; they came to set up shop tonight in our city, only to be caught during our dinner."

"Indeed," Zhang Feng ate a chicken thigh, "Before making any money, they’re headed for years behind bars."

"By the way," Captain Wang suddenly looked at Zhang Feng, "Old Zhang, you’re not married, right? Running around like this every day without a solid home base won’t do."

"Exactly!" The other officers looked at Zhang Feng.

"If you’re not hungry, go out to work," Zhang Feng deflected the topic, "Or shell out for the meal, then you can criticize me all you want."

...

In the subsequent period, the monitoring wrapped up.

The investigation hit another stalemate.

"Cast the net and sift,"

In another meeting, Zhang Feng instructed Captain Wang and his team to gather evidence using their methods.

Seeing Zhang Feng in low spirits, Captain Wang secretly made a call to Boss He.

Due to the investigation involving the old scholar, Captain Wang occasionally communicated with Boss He.