Chapter 62: The Evidence is Irrefutable!

"It couldn't be Ying Tianlong!" Zhang Fuqiang narrowed his eyes, intending to keep listening.

Meanwhile, inside the sunroom, Zhang Yanran's voice was already laced with tears, "Do you even like me or not?"

"Of course I like you. I could die for you! But... but Dragon Brother is my senior; I can't... Yanran, I saw with my own eyes Qian Kai being buried by Dragon Brother in the scrap yard outside the second-hand market. I..." Chu Feng's voice also sounded utterly desperate.

Zhang Yanran suddenly stood up, and the zither music stopped abruptly.

"Then go and be with your so-called Dragon Brother! Leave me alone!" Zhang Yanran burst into tears.

Zhang Fuqiang retreated and went downstairs. He took out his phone, entered the living room on the ground floor, and took a sip of tea. "Nina, are you at the company?"

Zhang Fuqiang absentmindedly twirled a string of polished Tibetan Dzi bead bracelets.

Nina's voice came through the other end of the line, "Yes, I was just planning to head back!"

"Good, go to a location and help me find someone!"

...

Late at night.

A Lincoln appeared around the scrap yard of the second-hand market.

At that moment, a torrential rain was pouring down.

A bodyguard came to the side of the Lincoln, holding an umbrella.

Zhang Fuqiang stepped out of the car, but as the bodyguard held the umbrella over him, the man's entire back was soaked.

"Boss," the bodyguard said.

Zhang Fuqiang raised a hand to signal him to be silent, then walked with swift strides into the scrap yard.

Despite the rain, the pungent stench of the scrap yard still made Zhang Fuqiang's stomach turn.

Nina, fair-skinned and blonde, dressed in a high-end tailored professional suit, was also standing with an umbrella by the edge of a pit.

Zhang Fuqiang pulled out a handkerchief to cover his nose and mouth, narrowed his eyes, and looked over. Inside the pit was none other than Qian Kai!

Qian Kai was no longer breathing, and a private doctor was squatting down examining the body.

"Dr. Chen, how is it?" Zhang Fuqiang walked over.

Dr. Chen furrowed his brows deeply, stood up, and said, "There is a fist print on his chest. This is something only a second-rate martial artist could accomplish."

"A second-rate martial artist?" Zhang Fuqiang felt his breathing constrict slightly.

Dr. Chen took off his surgical mask, letting the rain beat directly against his face. "A third-rate martial artist’s punch would most likely fracture ribs in half or into thirds. But the ribs over Qian Kai's heart are utterly pulverized! This is something only a second-rate martial artist is capable of."

Zhang Fuqiang lifted his head and closed his eyes. "Why... why was it him?"

"Boss..." Nina walked over.

"Where is Ah Long?" Zhang Fuqiang asked with a fierce, menacing expression.

Nina quickly said, "Boss, Ying Tianlong has followed you for so many years. Could someone be framing him? Maybe it's that Chu Feng!"

"I've checked the background of everyone around Chu Feng! The only person near him who can fight is a head of security named Chen Meng, and he's not even a martial artist! As for Chu Feng himself, he's just a third-rate martial artist, which I saw with my own eyes!" Zhang Fuqiang roared. After all, he had witnessed the fight between Chu Feng and Zhao Min firsthand.

At that time, Chu Feng's victory had not come easily.

It could even be said to have been extremely difficult!

Before putting Chu Feng to work, Zhang Fuqiang had already investigated every detail of his background, including his parents!

"I'm asking you, where is Ah Long!" Zhang Fuqiang bellowed.

Nina bit her lip. "He... he went to play cards."

Aside from practicing martial arts, Ying Tianlong had another hobby: playing cards with his subordinates.

"Keep this matter quiet for now. I will investigate further! If it really is him, I won't show leniency! If someone else framed him, I'll wipe out their entire family!" Zhang Fuqiang cursed.

Nina didn't dare to speak. It was the first time she had ever seen Zhang Fuqiang this furious.

She knew very well that Ying Tianlong was one of Zhang Fuqiang's right-hand men, and also his premier enforcer!

At that moment, Ying Tianlong wasn't actually playing cards; he was drinking at a bar.

Today was a special day—the third anniversary of his younger brother Ying Tianhu being locked away.

Brothers who once depended on each other were now separated by iron bars.

This left Ying Tianlong feeling utterly helpless.

"Care for a drink?" Xuanxuan asked with a smile, wearing a sultry, revealing outfit as she sat down beside Ying Tianlong.

Ying Tianlong glanced at Xuanxuan sideways, yet he was still drawn in by her sexy and bewitching appearance.

Today, Xuanxuan wore a long dress with a high slit, making her look entirely sexy and alluring—truly irresistible!

Her eyes resembled those of a fox, upturned at the corners, with lower eyelashes tinted a faint reddish hue as if dotted with aged vintage wine, yet holding endless deep affection.

Her figure was also intensely hot, curvaceous in all the right places. She twirled a strand of hair from her temple around her fingertip.

Ying Tianlong smiled, raised his glass to toast with Xuanxuan, and drank it down in one gulp.

"The handsome guy seems to have something on his mind. Can I be your listener?" Xuanxuan smiled.

Ying Tianlong lit a cigarette. "Why should I tell you?"

"You tell me, and then I'll tell you. If your story is interesting, I wouldn't mind going over to your place for a while," Xuanxuan smiled.

"Go over for a while? Or 'get down' for a while?" Ying Tianlong chuckled.

He swirled the glass in his hand, watching the ice ball spin inside the liquor. "My brother went inside. Life sentence."

"That's truly a pity." Xuanxuan reached out her hand to wipe his forehead.

Yet Ying Tianlong suddenly grabbed Xuanxuan's wrist. "What are you doing?"

"Ah... it hurts! You had something on your head!" Xuanxuan said with a wronged expression.

"Huh?" Ying Tianlong touched his head and realized there was a piece of white fluff, presumably picked up when a woman wearing fur brushed past him.

"Sorry, occupational habit." Ying Tianlong raised his glass and drank another one as self-punishment.

At that very moment, Xuanxuan placed a package in front of Ying Tianlong. "Someone said this thing can help your brother get out early."

"What?" Ying Tianlong quickly took the package, but he found that Xuanxuan had already melted into the crowd and vanished!

He hurriedly opened the package, and inside was none other than a hard drive!

And this hard drive was precisely the one Zhang Fuqiang had lost!

Moreover, beneath the package were a few documents.

A line of text was attached to them:

"Is your brother more important, or is money more important?"

Ying Tianlong picked up a photograph. It showed a group photo of Ying Tianlong and Ying Tianhu.

As the alcohol surged up, Ying Tianlong covered his mouth, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

More than once, he had regretted bringing his younger brother down this path.

His brother had such a bright future ahead of him, yet he ended up locked away!

In a private booth in the distance, Xuanxuan—having removed her wig and now wearing a denim vest—sat down smoothly beside Chu Feng.

Nearby sat Malone and Mengzi.

Chu Feng gave Xuanxuan a thumbs-up. "Awesome!"

"You guys are really unfair! Every time, it's either making me use the honey trap or making me use the honey trap!" Xuanxuan complained, thoroughly annoyed as she put on a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

"He's heading out," Malone said, pointing toward Ying Tianlong in the distance.