At the same time, at Jinghai Airport, a young man wearing a short-sleeved shirt and large, fancy beach shorts that were not suitable for the autumn weather in Jinghai attracted everyone's attention. He walked out of the airport carrying a small suitcase. A cool autumn breeze blew, and many people in thick clothes couldn't help but shiver, but he didn't care at all.
"E, you are a whole day late." Two men appeared in front of him. They were Yao Qian's personal secretary Murong Ping and bodyguard V.
"The airline has problems, how can you blame me?" The man called E had long hair that almost covered his eyes, making people wonder if he could see the road ahead. He was not tall, moved lazily, and looked like he didn't care much about anything.
Compared to E, V, who was also a killer, looked much more professional. He had a crew cut, a tall and strong body under a black suit, and a cold expression on his face that made people shudder at the sight of him.
"The boss has been waiting for you for a long time. Let's go." V and Murong Ping took E into a Mercedes-Benz and headed straight for the city.
"Here is the information." V handed E a piece of information.
E opened the file, brushed away the messy hair in front of his eyes, and looked at it for a while. He asked lazily: "Are these the only clues?"
“This is a clue that I finally got.”
"Maserati Quattroporte... Have you found out who the owner is?" E asked.
"We found out that it's the car of Wang Bing, the leader of the Hong Kong Sanjiang Gang." V said.
"Wang Bing?" E asked curiously, "This is a bit unreasonable."
"He is over 60 years old. Even if he wants to race with Yao Feng, Yao Feng will probably ignore him. Moreover, three months ago, there was a turmoil in the Sanjiang Society and Wang Bing disappeared. It is said that he came to Jinghai and was too late to escape being hunted down. So it should not be Wang Bing." V said, "The initial suspicion is that it is someone else."
"No matter what, the people from Sanjiang Society can't escape responsibility." E muttered, "I'll be in charge of Sanjiang Society, and you check the car. We should work on both fronts."
"Okay." V put on sunglasses and drove the Mercedes-Benz quickly into the city, heading towards Yao Qian's group building.
Without Zheng Yubai's knowledge, the black and white forces in Jinghai were quietly mobilized, and everyone was looking for a Maserati President sedan.
The Sanjiang Society's younger brothers appeared in various entertainment venues, looking for information about the car. Other gangs were not idle either. Yao Qian's 10 million reward was like a big pie hanging over everyone's head, and everyone wanted to take a bite. It was said that the traffic police who provided Yao Qian with the highway camera received a 1 million reward, which further stimulated the various groups. They ran around the streets like they were on stimulants, looking for clues.
In addition to the gangsters, shop owners on various commercial streets, call girls in entertainment venues, street hooligans, bad students, and police officers were also involved. Everyone's eyes were wide open, afraid of missing any clues.
It is a bit of an exaggeration to say that if a Maserati Quattroporte appeared in Jinghai City at this time, it would be waiting for tens of thousands of greedy, bloodshot eyes.
The only company that was not involved in this was Black Star. The targets of Sanjianghui and Yao Qian all lived in safe apartments. As long as they were Black Star's customers, no matter how much their enemies offered, Black Star would not betray their customers in violation of professional ethics. However, in order to cover up, they also symbolically sent out a few younger brothers to wander around the streets casually, waving a photo of a Maserati and asking passers-by, just to make a show.
When the situation in Jinghai was turbulent, Zheng Yubai didn't know that he was sitting in the dining room of his aunt's house, listening to his aunt's tearful denunciations.
The one who was scolded was naturally Tang Qing. She looked unconvinced and glared at Zheng Yubai from time to time. From her expression, it was clear that she hated this cousin to the core.
Zheng Yubai was very helpless. He was doing this for Tang Qing's own good, but she didn't appreciate it. He thought of his parents who often said "I'm doing this for your own good" when he was a child, forcing him to do things he didn't like. At that time, he often cried at night and wondered if he was picked up from the garbage dump. Looking back now, he was really ignorant.
After finishing her long speech, my aunt started to cry, saying that Tang Qing was hanging out with gangsters and had failed to educate her. My uncle was coaxing my aunt and sighing at Tang Qing.
Tang Qing had tears in her eyes and she loudly retorted, "I'm not a child anymore. You have to respect my human rights, right?"
Although my uncle was an intellectual with a gentle personality, he could not help but give up his earnest advice and said angrily: "If I respect your human rights now, you will have a life of resentment in the future. No matter what, I will not allow you to hang out with those gangsters again!"
The uncle who rarely gets angry also went into a rage. Not only was Tang Qing speechless, Zheng Yubai was also shocked. With the support of the uncle, the aunt immediately announced that Tang Qing would be confined to her room from today and not allowed to go out for a week.
Tang Qing's objection was ineffective, the house arrest order was immediately implemented, and she was locked in the room.
Zheng Yubai watched Tang Qing tearfully hand over her cell phone and internet cable. Although he felt that his aunt was going a bit too far, seeing Tang Qing's rebellious look, he could only take extreme measures to prevent her from falling into depravity.
"Yubai, thanks to you for discovering it this time, otherwise she might have really learned bad things." Aunt wiped away her tears and said to Zheng Yubai.
Zheng Yubai didn't know what to say, so he could only nod.
"By the way, you said that person named Fang... Fang something knows Baguazhang?"
"Fang Hongjin, his Baguazhang skills are very good." Zheng Yubai said.
My aunt seemed to have made up her mind: "I'll call Luo Hengyang and see how he disciplines his disciples."
Zheng Yubai was shocked and stole a glance at his uncle. His uncle was packing up the confiscated mobile phone and network cable, so he probably didn't hear it.
"Aunt, are you still in touch with Uncle Luo?" Zheng Yubai had heard his father talk about the gossip of the past. His aunt Zheng Shuangjiang was also a flower in the past. She had a relationship with Luo Hengyang, a master of Baguazhang. Unfortunately, her aunt fell in love with her gentle uncle, and this relationship, which could have been passed down as a martial arts legend, ended in vain. So many years have passed, Tang Qing is already 20 years old, but he didn't expect that his aunt is still in touch with Luo Hengyang.
"We haven't been in touch for a long time. But for Qing'er, I can't care less." Aunt sighed.
Zheng Yubai knew how pitiful the hearts of parents were. They were willing to do anything for their children. After persuading his aunt a few words and seeing that it was almost time, Zheng Yubai said goodbye to his aunt and uncle and went to work.
As soon as he entered the safe apartment, Zheng Yubai saw Cao Ji talking on the phone with a serious face.
"Brother Caoji, what's wrong?" Seeing Caoji hang up the phone and wipe the sweat from his face, Zheng Yubai felt something was wrong.
"Yao Qian and the people from the Sanjiang Society are searching the whole city for the Maserati President that Xue Bingyang drove." Cao Ji stared into Zheng Yubai's eyes and said, "That car must be disposed of."
Zheng Yubai was stunned for a moment: "Is there no other way?"
"If you don't want to get yourself into trouble and don't want to implicate Qiao Weilun, Xue Bingyang, Bing Ye and Pao Ye, just sink the car into the river tonight." Cao Ji said.
Zheng Yubai was silent for a moment. He knew that Caoji was right. If he didn't want to get into trouble, he had to get rid of the car. (To be continued)