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Chapter 102: A Ray of Dawn
Beep... Beep... Beep...
Waiting for information, Guan Yiqing received a message one night that nearly brought her to tears of joy.
The message contained only five simple words: Rong Wu, Nie Qifeng.
This single message set an entire task force in motion, as Shen Lingchen quickly directed the investigation towards these two unfamiliar names.
Due to the disappearance of informant Xu Gang, confidentiality requirements had been elevated to the highest level.
From the rain-soaked Southern Country, it was a swift transition to the lofty Northern Region...
Early in the morning, Ma Fenghuo, Lian Qiang, and the newly promoted driver Gao Yugang received orders to rush to the Confidential Bureau under the Provincial Department. The three were somewhat puzzled; given their rank in the Police Force, it seemed unusual for them to be summoned by the Provincial Department.
Upon arriving at the Provincial Government Compound, they got out of the car and immediately saw Director Fan Wenjie and Bureau Chief Ye Tianshu waiting for them. The warm welcome made the three feel anxious. Old Fan smiled and asked, "Did you guess something?"
"Could it still be about last year's Project 402?" Ma Fenghuo asked suspiciously.
"That can't be! Lu the Madman has already been sentenced, right?" Lian Qiang replied uncertainly.
"You guessed half right and half wrong. The part you got right is that it relates to last year; the part you got wrong is that it's not about last year's case," Ye Tianshu explained.
The five of them entered an office in the Confidential Bureau. Even in broad daylight, the door was closed, the windows drawn, and lights turned on. A Confidential Officer handed over documents for them to sign.
Such high-level protocols?
What could this be about?
When they finally took a look at the documents, a familiar name jumped out at them. Ma Fenghuo and his colleagues couldn't help but smile when they saw Xiao Mu's portrait. Unable to contain his curiosity any longer, Lian Qiang finally asked, "Bureau Chief Ye, how is Xiao Mu doing?"
"Yes... we really miss him," said the driver, Gao Yugang.
"You should know what to do after signing the confidentiality agreement," Ye Tianshu replied with a smile.
Going back to being an informant again?
The three of them wore expressions of discomfort, unsure of who would be the one to suffer this time.
"I'll emphasize once more, any information regarding Mulin Shen, Comrade, will be classified as police confidential. I hope you take this seriously. He is currently engaged in work that may be even more dangerous than ours as police officers. Any negligence or carelessness could put him in jeopardy... I expect you to strictly adhere to the confidentiality agreement," Director Fan stressed solemnly.
"Understood."
The three stood up in unison and saluted, feeling an inexplicable sense of emotion amidst the solemnity.
It was seeing Xiao Mu's harmless smile that touched them a bit.
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...
With a few strokes, Aeming signed his name.
In Anhui Province, at a Criminal Investigation Division, Aeming handed the agreement to the Provincial Department's Confidential Officer and couldn't help but ask curiously, "How is he doing?"
"I'm not quite sure. I received a coordination task from the Provincial Department. All police officers who have had contact with this informant need to be reminded again," the confidentiality officer replied while beginning to bind the signed agreement and seal it. They had no idea what the contents were; they were just following protocol.
"Baldy, you son of a..."
" Zhang Quan, I'm not calling you Baldy anymore. Come with me; I'll find you a job..."
“ Aeming... Haha, it's not as pleasant as Baldy..."
Aeming was lost in memories of the past, a warmth and emotion he couldn't articulate. The Confidential Officer, noticing the smile on his face, curiously asked, “Party Instructor, are you close with him?”
“Yes, very close,” Aeming replied with a smile.
“If you get a chance to see him, please send my regards. This kind of voluntary Red Line Informant deserves respect, just like you,” the Confidential Officer said as he put away the documents and stood up.
“If you knew him, you wouldn't respect him at all... But I will pass your message along,” Aeming said as he stood up to shake hands, smiling.
After seeing off the Confidential Officer, Aeming sat there dazed, his heart tangled with feelings he couldn't express—was it warmth, emotion, or worry? Thousands of words condensed into a murmured phrase that Aeming repeated over and over:
This foolish kid... this foolish kid... sigh...
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At the same time, signing the confidentiality agreement were Binhai and A Group.
The two leaders, Commissioner Zhang and Vice Director Yan, along with three case personnel—Shen Lingchen, Guan Yiqing, and Guo Wei—were presided over by the Confidential Officer Wu Shaozong, who collected each person's agreement in silence before leaving.
“There’s a lot of work to be done. Someone from his family needs to make contact; that psychologist who knows his background must be kept in check. If anyone thinks of possible oversights, they must report to the task force. We absolutely cannot let anyone know about his former identity as an informant; we may have already lost one,” Vice Director Yan stated.
“Yes, the only lead connecting us to this group is this one thread left. We must not act hastily,” Commissioner Zhang added.
Reaching this point was already a miracle. The two names sent back by the informant—Rong Wu and Nie Qifeng—startled Shen Lingchen. Especially Nie Qifeng, a figure who had vanished for years, a habitual offender with multiple counts of assault and theft. Most crucially, his photo left You Bisheng speechless and terrified. Shen Lingchen speculated that the person who had caused trouble for You Bisheng must be him.
“Shen Lingchen...”
“Shen Lingchen……”
“Oh… I’m sorry, Political Commissar, you were saying? I got a bit lost in thought.” Shen Lingchen realized that the two leaders were calling him, snapping back from his memories.
Commissioner Zhang said, “Regarding the burglary case at Wang Zihua's home, do you think it’s related to Nie Qifeng? Given the current situation, it seems like Song Lijuan is also an outsider; there’s no connection between them.”
“This connection might be too complicated for us to untangle. Right now, Ma Yubing, Mao Shiping, and He Shi have all disappeared at the same time. The records show they took a flight to Northwest. In such a sparsely populated area, it’s easy for them to evade our sight… The arrest of Pan Shuanglong must have alerted them, and they likely went into hiding,” Shen Lingchen replied.
“It’s a bit strange. Investigate Hideout. Why are there suddenly two companies popping up? Golden Cauldron and Mao Ye Investment Guarantee. Is this a new trend in crime?” Vice Director Yan remarked. If Hideout exists in the form of a company, it complicates things; wouldn’t that just make our investigation futile?
This was a question that Shen Lingchen couldn’t answer either. He pondered, “Those suspects always come up with bizarre things, but with the current information, we can’t establish a relationship map for the suspects. Our informant has been out of contact for eight days; we still don’t know what happened.”
“Oh, what is he doing now?” Commissioner Zhang casually asked.
Upon hearing this, Guan Yiqing chuckled, and Shen Lingchen smiled as he said, “In his words, he’s been assigned as a debt collection special agent by the Usury company in Binhai City Dongjiang District.”
The police officers present all laughed together. Commissioner Zhang joked, “He used to borrow from Usury, and now he’s starting to collect it. Not bad; we can find ways to make things easier for him to boost his performance… Alright, that’s it for today. We need to make contact quickly; expectations from above regarding this case are growing.”
“Yes.”
As the meeting concluded and the two leaders left, Guo Wei, who had been standing at attention with his right hand raised in salute, looked expectantly at Shen Lingchen. Without turning back, Shen Lingchen instructed, “Guo Wei, stay at the detention center and don’t let your guard down for a moment.”
Now it was Guo Wei’s turn to grimace. Guan Yiqing laughed and said, “What’s wrong? High achiever?”
“You have no idea how boring it can get; staring at the surveillance screen watching suspects act up all day,” Guo Wei complained.
“Isn’t it just as boring at home? You’re still glued to your computer all day,” Guan Yiqing replied.
“Right now, I feel like the life of an informant is far more exciting,” Guo Wei said.
"Is it really exciting when it's so dangerous?" Guan Yiqing asked.
"Dangerous? What danger? What has he done? He started by pimping on the streets, then moved on to fencing stolen goods, organizing extortion, and has been shaking down everyone from Suzhou and Hangzhou to Binhai. He even managed to shut down a Culinary School. Now he's transformed into a debt collector for a Usury company... I mean, that name must have been his idea; it fits his style," Guo Wei grumbled.
Guan Yiqing thought about it and couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity.
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At this moment, Xiao Mu was already on the debt collection path in Dongjiang District, facing new challenges ahead.
Two debts were owed, both difficult to collect.
Two lackeys were with him, both struggling to make ends meet.
The tall and thin one was named Mi Chengjun, while the short and chubby one was Dou Shuisheng. Xiao Mu casually nicknamed them Big Rice and Mung Bean. They were named after grains, but both were worried about their daily meals. The Usury business also had performance metrics; if they couldn't collect the money, there would be no guaranteed salary for them—just tough luck.
Right now, the two were complaining: "Brother Mu, we've been there several times already. It's impossible to get anything without Brother Nie's big guys coming out."
"A few tens of thousands of yuan isn't enough to make them budge," Mung Bean added.
"But we really can't do it; who would listen to us?" Big Rice said.
Mung Bean chimed in again, "But we can't fight them either. If they get angry and call the police, we still won't get anything back."
Usury demands money; it's all about persistence and pressure. However, those who dare to borrow from Usury aren't exactly good people either—they're just as difficult and unscrupulous. Xiao Mu understood this well as he looked at his two pale-faced subordinates. He couldn't help but sigh; the economic downturn had far-reaching effects. Every industry was struggling, even Usury was having a hard time.
"Big Rice, Mung Bean, tell me how you tried to collect?" Xiao Mu asked.
"How can we ask for it? It's all about scaring, deceiving, and then cursing. If that doesn't work, we have to cry and beg," said Mung Bean.
"Anyway, it's hard to ask for. The money we want doesn't belong to us; these are debts accumulated over half a year that no one wants anymore. Boss needs to figure it out," said Micro Lending.
"Right, it's not that they're tough to deal with; they're just public servants. Besides, they've already deducted quite a bit, so they can't just give you the full amount," Mung Bean continued.
That's how Micro Lending works; they deduct interest when lending. When it comes to collecting debts, they charge whatever they can get, following the Usury method. For example, if you borrow ten thousand, the interest for one month is one thousand. After twelve months of interest totaling twelve thousand, you still owe me ten thousand... The so-called bad debts are just like this. Boss doesn't necessarily need to recover them; those who owe money will naturally try to avoid paying.
Mung Bean and Er Dou talked about all kinds of people—those who curse in the streets, those who throw dirty water around, those who chase people with mops, and even more shameless public servants who threaten with Usury without giving any money. Doing this kind of work isn't easy; sometimes you can't even get the money, and there’s a risk to your safety.
After getting off the overpass, Xiao Mu parked the car by the roadside and smiled at the two of them. "If you can't earn money honestly, that's understandable; but if you can't even think of ways to ask for money, that's unforgivable. Don't worry; just follow my lead. Let's pick two targets today, and I guarantee you'll get your commissions... How about this one? Wang Erhu owes Brother Nie a hundred thousand."
"That's hard to ask for; he's a street official and one of the most formidable among them. Even Brother Nie wouldn't dare confront him directly," Mung Bean replied.
"He often avoids people; only his wife is at home. Last time, when Brother Nie's two big guys went to collect the debt, Wang Erhu's wife chased them out with a kitchen knife and even sent them to the police station. After that, the debt was left unresolved," Er Dou added.
It turned out this was the toughest case. In fact, this was gambling debt; they had already paid back quite a bit according to monthly interest rates. Asking for the original amount of a hundred thousand would likely not sit well with anyone.
But that's Usury for you—if you don't want it, then don't borrow! At this moment, Xiao Mu felt very much like a debt collector as he instructed the two of them: "It's him! There's nothing difficult in this world as long as you're willing to take risks; I don't believe it."
Mung Bean was taken aback and corrected him: "Brother, it's 'nothing difficult in this world as long as you're willing to climb,' right?"
"Oh right! The difference lies here: you're using normal thinking. If you stick to that mindset, you'll only hit a dead end. You need to change... So it should be: 'nothing difficult in this world as long as you're willing to take risks,'" Xiao Mu explained, leaving his two companions dumbfounded.
After asking about their family situation in Binhai District, it was clear that no family would lack that hundred thousand; they had the ability to repay it. With that settled, Xiao Mu continued guiding them as he devised a plan that quickly took shape.
They headed straight for Wang Erhu's house on Xichang Road—an old house in an old district with enough land worth more than a hundred thousand. The three knocked on the door, and Wang Erhu's plump wife opened it and blocked their way: "Hey hey hey! Who let you in? Say what you have to say at the door."
With her arms crossed and her thick lips pouting, she looked ready to start cursing. If they asked for money now, things would definitely turn sour. Today was different though; Xiao Mu kicked from behind while Mung Bean fell to his knees: "Sister, please have mercy and give us our money back! We haven't eaten for three days."
Xiao Mu kicked again, and Er Dou fell to his knees. "Sister, please have mercy. We can't hold on much longer. If we don't get the money soon, we'll end up on the streets."
The two of them cried pitifully, but the plump woman had no way to vent her anger. She waved her hand dismissively, saying, "Stop pretending to be pitiful. It's not my problem. If someone owes you money, go find them... Let me tell you, I haven't settled accounts with you for lending money to my husband who lost it gambling."
"Hey, Sister, you must be from Director Wang's family," Xiao Mu asked humbly.
"Yes, I am. My name is Liu Yinhua. What about it?" the plump woman replied.
No matter how they acted tough or played the victim, she clearly had no intention of paying back the money. Going to the Street Office was pointless; nobody worked there anyway, and they might just be hiding out there gambling. Xiao Mu and the others, including Da Mi and Er Dou, huddled together whispering about something furtively. The plump woman grew suspicious and shouted, "Hey! What are you planning? I'm calling the police... Hey!"
Her loud cries attracted three or five neighbors who pointed at the three debt collectors and urged them to find Wang Erhu. It seemed that dealing with him wouldn't be easy. Xiao Mu quickly intervened, saying, "Sister Liu, listen to me. We went looking for him twice... We tried everything—good words, bad words, even threats—but he told me to come find you... But... but... what he said... we can't really say it out loud."
"What did he say? You better explain yourself," the plump woman demanded as she grabbed Xiao Mu.
"We threatened him by saying we would go find your wife... He said his wife is rough and fat and doesn't care about anything; isn't that nonsense? You're so beautiful," Xiao Mu exaggerated with wide eyes, causing the neighbors to burst into laughter. The woman's face flushed red.
Da Mi added, "Really, Sister! We were just joking when we said we’d take your wife for payment. He said that his wife looks disgusting; he wouldn't even want to go home."
"Exactly! We said we'd take your wife as collateral for the debt, and he told us to get lost. He said if we took her away, not only would he pay back the money but he'd also give you an extra hundred thousand... Really, Sister! We're not making this up; your husband said it himself. Just ask him..." Er Dou chimed in but received a slap across the face for his trouble. With a sorrowful expression, he added, "Sister, why don’t you just come with me? Your husband is offering an extra hundred thousand!"
The onlookers laughed uproariously as the woman’s pride was wounded. In a fit of rage, she threw down her things and started smashing everything around her. Xiao Mu and his friends quickly backed away as she got herself together and grabbed a steel ladle before storming off to find her husband.
Xiao Mu and the others followed her gaze towards the Street Office a few kilometers away where a couple emerged from the back yard—one running while the other chased after them.
The three of them intercepted the couple, pretending to break up a fight while actually holding back Wang Erhu so his wife could hit him. Wang Erhu denied everything vehemently while Xiao Mu stoked the flames of conflict by insisting he had said it; Wang Erhu insisted he hadn’t said anything at all… Xiao Mu pressed on: if you didn’t say it then who did? Wang Erhu was flustered and finally admitted he had indeed said something.
Xiao Mu achieved his goal as he pointed out triumphantly to Liu that Wang had indeed spoken.
Sister Liu wasted no time in retaliating; she bent her steel ladle and slapped him around fiercely while crying out about all his past misdeeds. The crowd grew larger as people gathered to watch. Xiao Mu quickly urged Da Mi and Er Dou to help him return home while seizing a moment to quietly ask Wang Erhu, "Director, let me introduce you to the debt collector from Golden Ding Company; isn’t it time for you to pay up? Don’t glare at me like that; if you keep glaring we’ll come back tomorrow… No, we’ll come tonight."
Wang Erhu was completely taken aback, not because he was afraid of debt collectors, but because he feared his wife.
After two hours of chaos, with a bruised face and several torn clothes, the battered Wang Erhu received the hundred thousand he had just withdrawn. He glared fiercely and said, "Tell Tongs that I’m not done with him yet. And what’s with sending a bunch of useless people to mess with me... Get lost!"
"Alright... We’ll leave right away," Xiao Mu replied.
"Wait, where's the IOU?" Wang Erhu chased after him. Upon receiving the IOU from Xiao Mu, he ripped it apart with a snap and threw it back at Xiao Mu, threatening, "Remember this!"
"Hey... Director Wang, that watch of yours is quite valuable," Xiao Mu remarked as he noticed the watch on the director's wrist. The director quickly pulled his arm back. Xiao Mu continued, "Director, don’t wear such an expensive watch carelessly. If someone snaps a photo and exposes it, you won’t be able to hold your position anymore... That Rolex worth four hundred thousand? Even the mayor wouldn’t dare wear it."
"Mind your own business!" the Street Office leader spat at Xiao Mu, covering his face as he stormed off in anger.
When they turned back to look at Dami and Er Dou, both had solemn expressions. Their gazes towards Xiao Mu had changed; they looked at him like an idol or a deity, wishing they could bow down to him.
...
At the next location, Xiao Mu found himself in a tough spot. They were headed to the Ethnic Street Police Station, with its blue and white sign and numerous police cars lining the street. This made Xiao Mu curse under his breath; how could loan sharks even do business with the police?
Turning around with a troubled expression, Dami said, "No one dares to take them on."
"Then we can’t borrow from them either. You’d have to be kicked in the head by a donkey to trust the police’s reputation," Xiao Mu declared sternly.
"But they lend money; no one dares refuse them. Their interest isn’t even high—others charge ten percent while they only charge five," Er Dou chimed in.
"I’m telling you, Brother Nie, something’s off here. Everyone calls him Tongs... What kind of business is this?" Xiao Mu asked in confusion.
Dami explained that it had always been like this; Tongs was considered one of the better ones. Even if they lent small amounts and managed to recover most debts, when larger sums went bad, those lending money would often jump off buildings. With the current economic downturn, loan sharks were struggling too. Er Dou added that their company primarily served civil servants and small merchants; by all accounts, they were somewhat successful. Just look at the small loan businesses on the street—how many are still standing?
Seeing the troubled look on Xiao Mu's face, Dami suggested, "Brother Mu, why don’t we try another place?"
"Exactly, don't provoke the police, or they'll come after us later," Er Dou said.
"Tch, just wait, I'm going in," Xiao Mu declared.
Xiao Mu took the IOU and told the two to wait in the car before swaggering into the police station. The receptionist asked what he needed, and with an air of confidence, Xiao Mu raised his hand and asked for the Director. He strode right in without being stopped.
After snapping a photo of the IOU, Xiao Mu knocked on the Director's door. Upon entering, he saw a middle-aged man sipping tea from a large cup. As soon as the Director noticed Xiao Mu, he was met with a blunt remark: "Director, I'm looking for your officer Du Zhihua."
"That unit?" the Director asked casually.
"From Golden Summit Microloan Company," Xiao Mu replied.
"What do you need our officer for?" The Director's curiosity was piqued.
"He issued a 50,000 yuan IOU and hasn't paid it back; I'm here to collect," Xiao Mu stated matter-of-factly.
"You... you... you want to bring us into this usury issue?" The Director's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Uh... oh, sorry, my mistake," Xiao Mu said politely. The Director relaxed slightly, but then Xiao Mu muttered to himself, "I guess I need to go to the Branch or City Bureau; this police station is too small for this."
"Hey... stop right there." The Director stood up in shock and called out to Xiao Mu. If this mess got to the City Bureau, it would be a laughingstock. He pulled Xiao Mu inside, glanced at the IOU, and then picked up the phone, shouting, "Xiao Du, get up here!"
A moment later, an officer arrived. The Director angrily pointed at Xiao Mu: "What kind of nonsense is this? Handle it quickly; we can't afford to be a joke."
The officer looked confused and asked Xiao Mu, "Who are you? What do you want?"
Holding up his phone displaying the IOU, Xiao Mu smiled and said, "Golden Summit Microloan Company; you owe 50,000 yuan."
"Hey, how dare you come here demanding money from our Director... get lost..." The officer grabbed Xiao Mu and threatened him in a low voice as they moved to a secluded spot downstairs. "Do you believe I can make your life miserable?"
"Is that really the case? I'm not worth fifty thousand, and you think you're only worth fifty thousand?" Xiao Mu choked out.
"Just wait, I'll call Tongs," the officer said, pulling out his phone. Xiao Mu mocked him, "So confident, huh? If you have the guts, don't write an IOU. Just say I need it too... If you don't make it clear, I'll go to the Branch City Bureau and demand it... You owe usury and still think you have a leg to stand on? Do you believe I won't expose this and strip you of that uniform?"
"Hey, are you looking for trouble? I..." The officer raised his phone but froze. Xiao Mu was recording him, and he suddenly didn't dare to act out. The front of the courtyard was the police hall, and maintaining police decorum was a serious matter.
"Looks like you don't want to give it, so I'll head to the Branch," Xiao Mu said as he pretended to leave with his phone.
At that moment, the officer panicked and grabbed Xiao Mu, pleading, "Hey, hey, give me a couple of days."
"You know that's not going to work. If I wait until today’s energy fades, who knows how you'll deal with me... I waited in my car for half an hour; if I don’t see the money, I’ll go public... Just this video alone could ruin you without discussion. You figure it out," Xiao Mu replied, flicking his sleeve as he left the police station courtyard. When he looked back, the officer was still standing there in shock.
Half an hour passed—no, not even half an hour—when someone knocked on his car window. As soon as the window rolled down, a stack of cash was thrown inside. A hand reached in to take the IOU and snapped a photo of Xiao Mu. Behind the phone was the officer's fierce face as he growled:
"Don't let me catch you."
"Who are you trying to scare? I recorded everything just now; who knows who will end up in trouble," Xiao Mu said as he started the car and drove off. In the rearview mirror, he saw the furious officer chasing after him, desperately smashing his phone against the ground like a weapon.
It missed its target and arced through the air before shattering into pieces on the ground while Xiao Mu's car sped away.
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Xiao Mu's two companions were already speechless from his aggressive debt collection methods. At their third stop—a furniture store—Xiao Mu didn’t directly demand payment but pretended to be a customer placing an order: twenty large desks, twenty executive chairs, forty computer tables for a certain building. He waved around a large amount of cash and tossed down five thousand as a deposit. The owner quickly organized the supplies, promising everything would be set up before dark.
The three then went out for a meal. After they finished eating, they received a call about their order. They asked for Mr. Mu, but he hadn’t shown up; instead, he had returned to the furniture store. Now there were three of them again. They displayed the IOU and asked: "Boss, actually I tricked you; I'm a salesperson from Golden Summit Microloan Company collecting debts. You owe one hundred ten thousand now... Oh right, we need to add that deposit from earlier since we didn't take anything; you'll need to refund that too—the note is right here."
The owner was so furious he could cry. Xiao Mu disdainfully told him: "This is just mild; I could order two million worth of red Mu Family furniture and ensure you can't sell anything for a year—wouldn't that ruin you? You wouldn’t want someone coming every day placing orders without taking delivery, right? Shipping costs and labor would bankrupt you... Hurry up and pay up."
The combination of swaggering bravado mixed with traits of a rogue, a scoundrel, a prodigal son, and a wealthy heir made his presence increasingly intimidating.
Boss had been tricked, and he certainly did not want to experience such a loss again. After much negotiation, he managed to return more than half of the debt, but the remaining amount was still out of reach. He decided to delay repayment for another week, hoping to send these three troublemakers away.
On this day, news reached Tongs that the new debt collection officer had recovered over three hundred thousand in bad debts in just one day. While having lunch with Rong Wu, Tongs was so shocked that he nearly choked, unable to swallow for a long time. Curious, Rong Wu asked him what was wrong. Tongs, still shaken, replied, "God, Pan Shuanglong told Old Li that he encountered a freak. I didn't believe it at first, but it seems my experience is lacking. This isn't just a freak; it's a true monster."
"Are you talking about Xiao Mu? What happened?" Rong Wu inquired.
"He went to the police station to collect debts," Nie Qifeng exclaimed in disbelief.
"What? Whose debts?" Rong Wu asked.
"Du Zhihua's, from the Ethnic Street Police Station—the one who helped us out a bit," Tongs explained.
"Oh no, Xiao Mu is going to be in trouble," Rong Wu said sympathetically. "You should teach him a lesson; he can't be so reckless. Some money, even if it's classified as bad debt, isn't worth chasing after. It's like trying to take meat from a wolf's mouth—tigers can't even do that."
"Teach him? Right now, I feel like kneeling before him... I knew you wouldn't believe it; he's coming back," Tongs said in utter astonishment.
Rong Wu's expression changed; he couldn't believe it at all. After a long pause, he managed to choke out two words: "Really?"
"The money has already been deposited; how could it be fake? I wondered why Du Zhihua kept calling me at noon. I thought he was borrowing money again and didn't answer," Tongs said, showing Rong Wu the detailed account message from finance on his phone.
Rong Wu stared at the screen for a long time, swallowing hard. The two exchanged glances; the Street Office and the police station were notorious for their toughness in negotiations—most encounters ended in defeat. Despite having weathered many storms together, they still couldn't comprehend how such an almost impossible task had been accomplished...
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