Ling Zhenfei casually pulled out a mobile phone from one of the bodies, slowly walked out of the Golden Garden complex, and then dialed 110.

"Hello, is this the police? There's been a gang fight in Golden Garden, people are dead, come quick!"

After he finished speaking, Ling Zhenfei casually tossed the phone aside and vanished into the distance, staggering through the heavy rain.

The next morning, Ling Zhenfei was sitting on the windowsill of a small hotel, smoking and drinking, looking out at the passersby with a very gloomy mood.

Beside him was a newspaper from that morning. The front-page headline was all about the incident at Golden Garden. The heavy rain had washed away all the clues, and although eleven people were dead, no evidence was left behind. The paper theorized that the fight was due to an unequal distribution of loot, but no one could make heads or tails of the sole female corpse at the scene. The police were actively seeking clues and trying to find the deceased's family and relatives.

Even though Zhuo Yue was dead, Ling Zhenfei couldn't claim her body, since there were no connections between them. To show up now would be like walking into a trap.

The news about Golden Garden would soon spread nationwide, and it would certainly blow up on the internet. By then, Ling Zhenfei believed that someone would recognize Zhuo Yue, and her affairs would naturally not require his involvement.

Suddenly, the phone rang. Ling Zhenfei picked it up to see that it was Jiang Hao calling.

Ling Zhenfei felt hesitant. He had once trusted Jiang Hao entirely, thinking the guy was truly loyal, which is why he had asked him to manage his bar. But ever since their last chat at the bar, Ling Zhenfei had become slightly worried; he realized he didn't know Jiang Hao well enough.

That day, Jiang Hao had kept inquiring about the Imperial Palace Club, and the kid had strong analytical skills. He had figured out that the person at the club that day was Ling Zhenfei, but he lacked absolute proof. Now, at this critical moment, Jiang Hao was calling again, certainly with an ulterior motive, and Ling Zhenfei couldn't help but be cautious.

"Li Hao, Jiang Hao, what made you think of calling me?" Ling Zhenfei tried to sound as normal as possible.

Jiang Hao seemed a bit stunned when he heard Ling Zhenfei's words.

"Where are you? I want you to come to the bar. There's something I need to talk to you about."

Ling Zhenfei knew that Jiang Hao was testing whether he was in Binyang.

"Sorry, I'm not in Binyang right now. We can talk when I get back."

"You're not in Binyang? Then where are you?"

Ling Zhenfei was startled by Jiang Hao's question, which was definitely suspicious. In the past, if Ling Zhenfei said he wasn't in Binyang, Jiang Hao certainly wouldn't have said anything further, let alone ask where he was.

"I'm in Provincial City right now; do you need something?" Of course, Ling Zhenfei couldn't reveal that he was in Capital City, that would only raise Jiang Hao's suspicions.

After listening, Jiang Hao paused and then said, "Aren't you in Capital City?"

Ling Zhenfei was shocked; how did Jiang Hao know he was in Capital City? When he left, he hadn't told anyone that he was going there. Could it be that Jiang Hao was bluffing? Or had he somehow found out about Ling Zhenfei's flight purchase?

"I went to Capital City the day before yesterday, got to Provincial City yesterday morning. Why do you need to know so clearly? If there's something important, I'll hurry over."

Jiang Hao said, "No important business, just a new proposal for the bar I wanted to discuss with you. By the way, how's the weather in Provincial City?"

Jiang Hao actually asked about the weather in the Provincial City, no need to say that he was testing him again. China is vast in territory, and even though it is a sunny day in the Capital City right now, who knows whether the Provincial City is shrouded in clouds at this moment.

"The weather in the Provincial City isn't too good, there's a bit of smog."

Ling Zhenfei's answer was ambiguous, hoping that it wasn't raining in the Provincial City today, otherwise, it would be like giving himself away.

"Oh, then have a good time, we can talk more when you return."

Jiang Hao hung up the phone, but Ling Zhenfei stood there in cold sweat, bewildered. Although he had just talked over the phone for a few sentences, it felt to Ling Zhenfei as if he had been through a great battle. This fight had no sound, but it was exceptionally dangerous; the residual power of the Black Death Order still hadn't dissipated.

That day, after killing Zhang Lie and ten others, if it hadn't been for the heavy rain that washed away all traces, he might have been caught up in the investigation, which would have been fatal. The most important thing now was to find a powerful amulet, one that could save his life at a critical moment.

After some thought, Ling Zhenfei finally thought of a backer. He picked up his phone and dialed Guo Qing'an's number.

The phone was quickly answered: "Li Hao, Ling Zhenfei, what made you think of calling me?" Guo Qing'an's voice sounded a bit awkward.

Indeed, Ling Zhenfei hadn't had much contact with Guo Qing'an since the incident with Lin's Group, so calling at this time was somewhat abrupt.

Ling Zhenfei said, "Director Guo, I suddenly remembered something I wanted to ask you about."

"Oh, what is it? Please, go ahead." Guo Qing'an was still decent, and Ling Zhenfei had favored him many times, so his impression of Ling Zhenfei was still quite good.

"I recall you once told me that you would recommend me to a special department of the nation, how is that coming along?"

Guo Qing'an chuckled after hearing this, sounding very pleased, "It's rare that you still remember that. I did indeed recommend you a while ago, and the cases in which you assisted our police were very outstanding. I have connections above me, and they have leaked news to me that a response will come in these next few days. Just wait a little longer, I believe good news will arrive soon."

"Good, then thank you, Director Guo."

After the phone call, Ling Zhenfei finally felt a bit better. As long as he passed the screening into the special department, it would be like having an extra life-saving tool, and he wouldn't feel so nervous if something were to happen later on.

After resting for most of the day, Ling Zhenfei felt his injuries had improved somewhat. Although he couldn't say he had fully recovered, it didn't affect his ability to move, so he took the train to the Provincial City that afternoon.

Of course, Ling Zhenfei couldn't return to Binyang so quickly; that would make Jiang Hao suspicious.

Arriving in the Provincial City, Ling Zhenfei was still without any acquaintances. The last time he came to the Provincial City was to save Yang Zixuan, under extremely dangerous circumstances, where he encountered several groups of thugs trying to trap him in the city. Only later did he find out it was all Master Nangong's scheme. Now, being in the city again truly felt different.

Thinking about the mission to save Yang Zixuan, Ling Zhenfei naturally remembered Zheng Tingting and her father, whom he had also rescued. At the time, Zheng Tingting said she would come to Binyang to find him, but she never did. Now that he was back in the Provincial City, it might be a good time to pay her a visit.

Ling Zhenfei found the number and called Zheng Tingting's mobile phone, which she answered soon after.

"Is that you, Ling Zhenfei?" Zheng Tingting was clearly surprised that Ling Zhenfei would call her.

"Yes, it's me." Remembering Zheng Tingting, Ling Zhenfei couldn't help thinking about the misunderstandings between them and almost wanted to laugh.

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