"You're still going to call the police?" Zhang Yanfeng rubbed his temples tiredly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"It's not good for us to show up for this kind of thing, Cai Xunliang has the identity of a lawyer and follows up on the case, so it is only appropriate for him to come forward." Qiu Yan looked at his watch, estimated the time in his heart, and whispered to Zhang Yanfeng. "Let's go, it's time to get down to business."

"Huh?"

"Take you somewhere."

It was quiet on the outskirts of Shamen near midnight, the air was cold, and there were hardly any pedestrians on the road, except for the occasional few cars flashing under the lonely street lights. Qiu Yan parked the car in front of a large building, and instructed Zhang Yanfeng to dig out a rubber stick in the trunk and carry it in his hand.

"Let's go." Qiu Yan pointed to a small two-story building across the road with lights on. "The place Chen Yao said is there."

Before I walked in, I heard a colorful noise coming from the small building. Pushing open the door, the pavement was greeted by deafening heavy metal rock music, and the strange smell of tobacco mixed with sweat. The arcade was crammed with people, and in front of each console was a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-olds. The sudden intrusion of strangers does not attract their attention, and they still fight, shoot, gallop, and kill in their respective fantasy worlds. However, a few young people immediately stood up in the corner, looking at Qiu Yan and Zhang Yanfeng with hostile expressions. At this time, one of the bald men caught a glimpse of the rubber stick in Zhang Yanfeng's hand and immediately reached under the counter.

Qiu Yan glanced at him, ignored it, and walked towards the stairs. But immediately several young men rushed to stop them. Zhang Yanfeng unceremoniously pushed away a big man in front of him, stepped on the stairs, and at the same time raised a rubber stick with a fierce face and pointed at a few people who were about to move, while motioning for Qiu Yan to go upstairs.

Qiu Yan hurriedly climbed to the second floor, compared to the bright lights downstairs, the upstairs was much darker, and the unknown smell was much stronger.

This is a hall of the same size as the downstairs, the north and south sides are made of wooden boards to make several partitions, through the half-hidden door, you can see that there are dilapidated sofas and coffee tables inside, and there are several sofas in the center of the hall, and a few vague faces can be faintly identified sitting on them. On the sofa closest to Qiu Yan, there was a long-haired woman wearing only underwear, still unconscious to the deafening music. Qiu Yan knew that in this hall, behind the partition, there were many pairs of eyes staring at him. He coldly glanced at the silent people one by one, thinking that Chen Yao had spent many days here in fear, his heart was full of anger.

Zhang Yanfeng quickly walked upstairs after scolding, and after looking at Qiu Yan, he shouted. "Steward, come out!" A slender middle-aged man came out in response, and Zhang Yanfeng pointed at him with a rubber stick. "Turn on the lights, and, turn this off!"

In the blink of an eye, the hall was bright, and the irritating music was gone.

Zhang Yanfeng sniffed the tip of his nose, looked at the messy hall, and said coldly to the middle-aged man. "It's fast, everything is hidden?"

The middle-aged man had a pair of cunning eyes, and when he saw that the two people in front of him did not seem to be slivers but like brothers on the road, he had a plan in his heart for a while. Although his face was full of smiles, there was no heat in his eyes.

"What did the big brother say?" A man in his forties called Zhang Yanfeng a brother when he opened his mouth. "I have neither ice nor powder here. Even if there is, it was brought by the customer, and it has nothing to do with me. ”

"Brother, I'm looking for someone named Zitao." Qiu Yan is subtle and polite.

"Zitao?" The middle-aged man looked thoughtful and said with a dry smile. "I don't have this person here."

Zhang Yanfeng narrowed his eyes. "You say it again?"

"I really don't know." The middle-aged man spread out his hands to make a grievance gesture and pouted to a few Nunu sitting on the sofa. "If you don't believe me, ask them."

Zhang Yanfeng laughed, and suddenly grabbed the hair of the woman who was slumped on the sofa and threw her to the ground. He pointed to the woman who was still unconscious. Said coldly. "How much did she suck?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about, she's drunk too much."

"Really?" Zhang Yanfeng smiled. "Whether you drink too much or smoke too much, you can find out if you ask the police to come for a blood test."

The middle-aged man's face immediately changed, and his smile disappeared without a trace. He gritted his teeth and whispered helplessly. "Brother, I'm doing this all with a small business, everyone is mixed up on the road, so you don't have to do this for food, right? Everyone.."

"Where's Zitao?!" Zhang Yanfeng immediately interrupted his words and shouted. "Call him out."

The middle-aged man stared at Zhang Yanfeng for a few seconds, and angrily pointed to a partition on the guide surface. Zhang Yanfeng walked over and kicked open the wooden door. A woman with dyed red hair immediately ran out screaming, and on the sofa sat a young man, with a handsome face, shirtless, and a blank gaze, ignoring the two who suddenly broke in, muttering to herself, waving her arms weakly from time to time.

"Hmph." Zhang Yanfeng sneered a few times. "Still watching pictures?" (The hallucinations that appear in front of the drug addict's eyes are referred to as pictures.) ）

Qiu Yan leaned down and asked as he stared into the young man's eyes. "Zitao?"

Zitao did not respond to the question, and still maintained a fluttering demeanor and posture.

Zhang Yanfeng scolded a few words, looked around, and picked up the ice bucket full of ice cubes on the coffee table. "Get out of the way! Stinky boy. Before the words fell, a large bucket of ice water had already been poured on Zitao's head.

Zitao shuddered all over, and his eyes blinked a little. He wiped a handful of water droplets from his face, shook his head, and seemed to have just seen the two people in front of him, and said in a daze. "You..."

"You know Chen Yao, right?" Qiu Yan said expressionlessly. "Give me back her stuff."

Zitao didn't answer, but took out a large handful of ice cubes from the back of his neck, he looked at the melting ice cubes in his hand in confusion, and soon understood what was happening, and the expression on his face quickly turned into rage.

"Your mother.." Zitao jumped up, shook off the ice cube in his hand, and as soon as he spit out half of a dirty word, he was choked in his throat, and Zhang Yanfeng raised his foot and kicked him on the sofa.

Zitao clutched his chest and coughed violently. "It's you!" Zitao finally understood his situation, and crawled to the corner of the sofa, looking at Qiu Yan and Zhang Yanfeng tremblingly.

Qiu Yan took a step forward and said briefly but clearly. "Give me back Chen Yao's things."

"You, who are you Chen Yao?" Zitao looked at Qiu Yan in horror, then at Zhang Yanfeng, and finally stopped at the rubber stick in Zhang Yanfeng's hand.

Qiu Yan didn't say anything, but stared at Zitao for a long time. Zi Tao only lasted a few seconds before giving up, because a cold sword shone from his chest.

"In the Wanfu Casino!" Zi Tao shrank back desperately, staring at the blade in Qiu Yan's hand.

Qiu Yan and Zhang Yanfeng looked at each other, groaned slightly, and nodded. Zhang Yanfeng threw his coat on Zitao.

"Come with us!"