I was wrong.
Ten minutes later, several patrol cars, guided by Sun Xiaoyun, headed toward a certain urban village.
Sitting in the car, Sun Xiaoyun wore a complicated expression.
She remembered that when Black Bear had entered the courtyard, he’d shouted loudly, “Young Master! Young Master!”
The young master was definitely Lin Qi—Song Qingfeng had called him that as well.
Song Qingfeng could be dismissed, an unremarkable old man who might call anyone young master; but Black Bear was different—a formidable figure in North City, newly infamous for killing Chen Yuannan. Such a man would never call just anyone young master for no reason.
Sun Xiaoyun even suspected that Lin Qi, who outwardly appeared to be a deliveryman, might actually be the head of a criminal organization.
It wasn’t impossible. Lin Qi had always been mysterious; his formidable skills and sharp mind had left a deep impression on her.
Otherwise, why would Chen Yuannan want him dead?
Sun Xiaoyun quietly tightened her grip on the gun at her waist.
If that were true, then she would have to arrest Lin Qi.
No matter how close their relationship was, she would still do it!
The convoy drove into the urban village and quickly surrounded Song Qingfeng’s house.
Led by Sun Xiaoyun, over thirty special agents charged inside.
“What’s going on?” Song Qingfeng came out to greet them, looking at the group in terror.
Sun Xiaoyun ignored him, swiftly searching every room.
But there was nothing to be found.
Soon, Sun Xiaoyun stood before Song Qingfeng.
“Sir, where’s Black Bear?” Sun Xiaoyun tried to be as polite as possible, since this man had once saved her.
“Who’s Black Bear?” Song Qingfeng looked utterly confused, his gaze clouded as if suffering from senility.
“Sir, I don’t want to get rough with you…” Sun Xiaoyun said helplessly, “He’s the big, dark-skinned man, about six foot three…”
“Him? His name’s Black Bear? I really didn’t know…”
“Where did he go?”
“He was injured, got some medicine from me, and left!”
“Where’s Lin Qi?”
“He went home!”
Sun Xiaoyun gritted her teeth and waved her hand.
“Let’s go!”
She led the special agents off in a hurry toward Lin Qi’s home.
Song Qingfeng followed them to the gate. Only after confirming they’d all left did he return to the courtyard and close the door.
Then he went to a large locust tree, squatted down, brushed away some dust, and pulled up an iron plate.
A cellar appeared.
Lin Qi and Black Bear climbed out one after the other.
“I knew she’d come back…” Lin Qi shook his head helplessly and sat down on the ground.
“Heh, Young Master, you really are a master of strategy…” Black Bear sat beside Lin Qi, his expression fawning.
“It’s the first time this cellar’s actually been used,” Song Qingfeng said, sitting down as well.
Beneath the locust tree, the three closed their eyes and rested.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled spots on their faces.
“So, you don’t have any connections in the Special Unit at all?” Lin Qi suddenly asked quietly.
“None…” Black Bear replied with an embarrassed smile.
“How did you survive in North City?”
“Just fighting, you know—over time, I became the boss…”
“Never been arrested?”
“Of course I have! Several times. Once I even got six months! The last time, I was only detained for fifteen days—that was already considered getting off lightly…”
Lin Qi was utterly speechless.
All these years, in order to hide his identity, Lin Qi only contacted his subordinates when absolutely necessary.
He hadn’t expected Black Bear’s past to be so colorful!
This guy really had guts—no connections at all, yet daring to come to South City and commit murder!
Lin Qi sighed and took out his phone.
“Young Master, what are you doing?” Black Bear asked nervously.
“Calling Tang Long.”
“No, don’t! How embarrassing! If he finds out I’m wanted…”
“So you know what shame is?” Lin Qi was furious and grabbed Black Bear by the ear. “Can’t you use your brain before you act? This is a society ruled by law, by law! How can you kill people so openly? If I don’t call Tang Long, are you planning to stay a wanted man forever?”
Black Bear yelped, “Young Master, I was wrong!”
Lin Qi let go of his ear and continued to call Tang Long. This time, Black Bear dared not stop him.
The call was quickly answered.
“Young Master, what is it?” Tang Long’s voice was always cultured and refined.
Lin Qi explained Black Bear’s situation.
Tang Long was silent for a moment, then said, “Young Master, please put Black Bear on the phone.”
Lin Qi handed the phone to Black Bear.
As soon as Black Bear picked up, a torrent of furious curses erupted from the other end, so profane that even Lin Qi and Song Qingfeng frowned.
Of course, Black Bear wasn’t to be outdone—he fired back with his own volley of foul language.
The two hurled insults back and forth for over ten minutes.
“Tang Long, shut the hell up! Mind your own business!” Black Bear roared and handed the phone back to Lin Qi.
Lin Qi answered, “Hello…”
Tang Long’s cursing stopped abruptly, and he returned to his usual cultured tone. “Young Master, I heard about this earlier. I’m already making arrangements and will resolve it as soon as possible.”
“All right, I’ll leave it to you,” Lin Qi said, and hung up.