Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 181 Touched a Thread

"Grandpa! I was wrong! I was really wrong! Grandpa, please forgive me!"

The gangster who had just yelled at Yang Qian to be in trouble was now lying on the ground, kowtowed non-stop. Beside him were two of his companions whose heads had been chopped off. One of his own hands had already dangled at his side like soft mud, completely useless.

At this time, there were two more people behind Yang Qian, Feng Song and Ma Dayuan. Both of them had some surprise on their faces, they did not expect Yang Qian's actions to be so fast, so simple and rough.

"Zhou Er Hei, right? Don't call me grandpa casually. I want to ask you something. If you don't tell me, you can just wait here for the street cleaners to come and collect your body tomorrow."

"Ask me, I'll tell you whatever you want to know!" He thought he had caught a fat sheep, but it turned out to be a vicious wolf. Zhou Erhei knew he had been tricked when the other party called out his name. As for whether he could survive, Zhou Erhei had no idea at all.

"Remember Turtle Finger?"

"Wang Shun? I remember!"

Wang Shun, also known as Turtle Fingers by Yang Qian. The thief that Yun Dingpeng had found before was missing two fingers, so he got this nickname. This man used to work for Zhou Erhei.

Even if a thief wants to sell the stolen goods, he still needs to have connections in the underworld. Zhou Erhei is a person who is not presentable but can still stand up and jump a few times.

"How much do you know about what happened to Turtle Finger later?"

"I only know that Wang Shun later killed someone on the street and then seemed to have died in prison."

Yang Qian nodded and said, "Turtle Finger was killed in a rage because someone stole his pension money. Do you know where Turtle Finger got the money?"

"I'm not sure about this little one. Wang Shun is a very cunning man. He not only hangs around here, but also hangs around in other places. Maybe he broke into a house and stole something big? Ah!"

Before he could finish his words, the short knife in Yang Qian's hand had already slashed down, cutting off half of Zhou Erhei's left ear.

"Let me ask you again, where did Wang Bazhi get the money?"

Yang Qian had come here, so he must have known what was going on. He deliberately lured the other party here because he didn't want to fight in the underworld of Jizhou City, so as to avoid the news leaking out. Now in a secluded alley, Zhou Erhei would have a hard time dying if he didn't get clean.

Zhou Erhei cried out in pain while denying everything, his pathetic expression was beyond words.

But Yang Qian, Feng Song and Ma Dayuan all had blank expressions on their faces. The three of them had seen too much. People like Zhou Erhei did not deserve to die. When they were in trouble, they would pretend to be dogs and eat shit. Once they gained power and became ruthless, they would literally eat you alive.

Yang Qian waited for a moment, and slashed with the short knife in his hand again, and the remaining half of Zhou Erhei's ear fell off. Then he kicked him so hard that he fainted, and then took off his shoes and asked Feng Song and Ma Dayuan to hold him down.

"I'll ask you again, where did the money Wang Bazhi get?"

“I don’t know.”

When the second toe fell off, Zhou Erhei finally couldn't bear it anymore.

To be honest, this is already a tough guy. Tougher than most people Yang Qian has ever met.

"It's hush money. It's hush money from Hongyunfa Horse and Carriage Company." Zhou Erhei knew that he would not survive today. He just hoped that the smiling man in front of him would let him die more easily.

"say clearly."

"About two years ago, Fu Jie, the manager of Hongyunfa Horse and Carriage Company, found me and asked me to help them find a skilled person to do a business." After an incense stick of time, Zhou Erhei's body and his two companions were thrown into the stinking ditch at the side of the alley. It was in line with their final destination.

"Sir, why don't you take Zhou Erhei back to the police station? It seems against the rules to kill him directly like this." Feng Song now has 70% confidence in what Yang Qian said about reopening the Yun Dingpeng case.

Yang Qian answered as he walked: "Rules? They are just playing with us according to our rules. If we want to break the situation, we must bypass these rules.

Okay, now I have a new name, Fu Jie. Have you two heard of this person?"

"I've heard of him. He's the chief steward of Hongyunfa Coach and Horse Company, in charge of most of the affairs of the company. He's a well-known figure in the city. But I didn't expect that it would be Fu Jie who contacted Zhou Erhei directly."

"It all depends on how you think about it. Zhou Erhei is not very presentable, but he is easy to approach and control. If you really ask a gangster to do this, you might have to worry about being controlled afterwards. In the end, it will fall into the hands of a thief like Wang Bazhi. Who knows how many people have passed through it."

Ma Dayuan nodded, and then asked: "Should we go find Fu Jie next?"

"It's not us, it's you. You don't want me to do this kind of errands, do you? I took you to do Tuesday Black just to set an example for you. You will have to do the errands when we investigate the case later.

It's not just about Fu Jie, but also about the replaced furniture in the Yun family's abandoned garden. You also have to find out which shop made them.

And the brother-in-law of Liao Yong, the former head of police under Xuan Ziqi, you also have to run away.

But I remind you that you cannot touch Fu Jie directly for the time being. You must first understand every aspect of him, focusing on those weaknesses that can be used to force him to submit.

When you come up with something useful, we'll discuss the follow-up.

Okay, you two go first, go from the other side. Start doing what I say tomorrow. Remember to keep it a secret. "

"Yes! Sir."

After the two men left, Yang Qian also concealed his figure and left the dark alley from the other side, and returned to his current temporary residence through the back door of the police station, which was also the room in the police station prepared for the detectives to keep watch at night.

The next morning, Yang Qian went to the baggage department of the government office and found the right official with whom he had a drink on the pleasure boat. He asked him to learn the martial arts skills he would learn after his promotion.

"Mr. Zheng, I wonder if I can choose a physical skill?"

"Body skills? Of course, but Lord Yang, you are a junior immortal master, and you are cultivating the means of immortality. Do you still care about martial arts?"

"Haha, practicing longevity doesn't mean you will become immortal immediately. Martial arts are used to make a living. Officer Zheng, please don't make fun of me."

"Hahaha, Lord Yang is indeed a man of character, and his words are not false at all. Come on, I will take you to the armory to choose, and I will help you coordinate anything you need."

When Yang Qian chose a martial art and left, the sincere smile on Zheng Langguan's face quickly turned into a hint of contempt.

I thought to myself: What kind of little immortal master is this? What kind of living is this? I guess you can’t even understand the methods given by the immortal sect?
As soon as he turned around, the news that Yang Qian had selected a martial arts training set at the government office reached the ears of someone who was interested.

The young immortal master is still obsessed with martial arts? Tsk tsk, Yang Qian's status in everyone's heart dropped by more than one level.

(End of this chapter)