I asked you to read Feng Shui and you became the master of Yingjiang?

Chapter 215 Why does he appear here?

Late at night, York City's Central Park looked a bit eerily quiet under the darkness.

Under the dim street lights, the homeless man curled up on the bench waved his hands in his sleep to drive away the disturbing mosquitoes.

A few unknown insects chirped, and then they stopped abruptly after the sound of slight footsteps.

Walter walked out from behind the tree at the corner and tightened his raised collar.

"I'm crazy too. I actually came to Central Park in the middle of the night."

He cursed in a low voice, but his eyes were searching in the darkness for the statue with the broken left arm that Su Lin mentioned.

This is the center of Central Park, with many strange-shaped statues hidden among the trees.

Can't see what it is at all.

To be honest, Walter has never been too keen on these statues.

Art?

Oh, it's just the useless moans of those damn moths, not worth a penny.

As he walked, his eyes searched.

Soon, he found a humanoid statue, and the statue's left arm happened to be broken?
"Is this the statue Su Lin is talking about?"

Walter stopped and looked around.

In order to be careful, he also specifically expanded the search area to see if there were other statues with broken arms.

But after spinning for a long time, other disconnected devices were either intact or completely collapsed.

This is the only one who has broken his left arm.

"It looks like this is it."

Walter raised his wrist and looked at the time, and found that it was already one forty in the morning.

"Damn it, if nothing happens in 10 minutes, I'm going to send that bastard to jail."

Walter cursed and found a bush and hid in it.

In fact, he didn't want to come tonight because he really didn't believe a word of what Su Lin said.

How could there be such an outrageous person in this world who knew what would happen in the future and could accurately tell the time and place.

If there is such a person, he is not a human being, but God.

Therefore, after the banquet, he went home directly and prepared to have a good sleep.

However, just when he was lying on the bed and about to fall asleep, a phone call made him feel angry.

The call was from his boss Ferguson, about the underworld boss's tax evasion.

After the call came, before Walter could explain, Ferguson cursed into the phone, making Walter's face turn red.

"Crappie!"

Now thinking about that scolding, Walter still felt the fire in his heart rising up.

But there was nothing he could do except get angry.

Ferguson is the director of the IRS headquarters in York City and a serious leader.

And he is just one of many deputies, not the most powerful one.

After hanging up the phone, he became more and more angry and couldn't sleep.

At this time, Su Lin's voice began to echo in his mind.

And on his left and right shoulders, two little people also appeared.

One said: Impossible, that man from the Dragon Kingdom is just a magic stick, and his words are not trustworthy at all.

And another said: What if, just what if, what if the man from the Dragon Kingdom said that because he knew something?
Finally, after much thought, Walter gritted his teeth, put on his clothes and rushed out of the house, heading straight for Central Park.

What if?
but,

At this moment, Walter, who was hiding in the bushes and driving away a few noisy mosquitoes, began to regret it again after feeling sleepy.

"I'm confused too. I actually came to this damn place in the middle of the night." He shook his head and laughed at himself.

I looked at the time and saw that only 3 minutes had passed.

Waiting is always hard, and time passes by minute by second.

Walter, who was feeling sleepy, had already begun to take a nap. As a last resort, he could only change his position and let himself half-rely on the small tree next to him, lowering his head and falling asleep.

Just like that, in a daze, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from not far away.

Walter woke up with a start, and quickly looked outside through the shade of the tree.

Because the light could not shine into the green belt beside the road where he was hiding, so as long as he didn't make any noise, no one would notice him.

In the dim light, he saw a man wearing a coat with a raised collar and carrying a handbag walking from the side of the road.

The sound of footsteps just now was made by the leather shoes under his feet.

Walter looked at the man's face, trying to identify who he was.

But firstly, the light was too dark, and secondly, the man not only had his collar turned up, but also had his head lowered, so he couldn't see clearly what he looked like.

The man walked under the statue of the broken arm, stopped and looked at the time, and then waited there quietly.

Walter also looked at the time subconsciously and found that the pointer pointed to exactly two o'clock in the morning.

At this moment, another set of footsteps sounded.

Walter was shocked and quickly looked towards the place where the footsteps came from.

A few seconds later, a slightly fat man wearing a black suit walked out of the darkness.

And when this man appeared under the streetlight, Walter was shocked violently and almost shouted.

Fortunately, he covered his mouth in time and no sound was made.

But at this time, the shock in his heart had reached its peak.

Even though the light was dim, and even though he was blocked by trees, he still recognized Ferguson at first sight.

The person coming was none other than his boss, Ferguson, the director of the York City branch of the IRS.

God knows how shocked Walter was at this moment.

He would never have imagined that he would actually see Ferguson appear under the statue of a severed arm at midnight.

sky……

He didn't know how to express his emotions at the moment.

But just when he was shocked, Ferguson had already walked in front of the man in black.

The black man seemed to mutter something and then handed the box in his hand to Ferguson.

Ferguson didn't speak the whole time, just nodded, took the box and turned around to leave.

There was no communication between the two, and the contact lasted only a few seconds.

And the moment the man in the coat turned around, a beam of light happened to fall on his face, illuminating his face.

Walter was stunned because he recognized this man.

Chester, this person turned out to be Chester.

Who is Chester?Chester is the number two figure next to the tax-evading underworld boss he is investigating.

For a moment, a question mark appeared on Walter’s head.

Ferguson is the director of the IRS's York City branch, and Chester is a close confidant of the underworld gangster in York City, and is also the target of his investigation.

How are the two connected?
Could it be that there is some hidden secret between them?

Walter was full of questions, but his eyes fell on the box in Ferguson's hand, who had already walked away.

At this moment, he desperately wanted to know what was in that box.

(End of this chapter)