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Zhong Kui's Diary
The first to charge in was Gu Quan, throwing a straight punch. I responded with a straight punch of my own, and with a loud bang, we both separated again. This time, I used all my strength. Not bad, not bad; I actually had the upper hand.
Gu Quan let out a grunt and lunged forward again, the sound of wind rushing behind him as Wang Chuan and Autumn Red Flag also charged in.
The entire gym was filled with the sounds of fists and feet colliding. I was facing three opponents and still managed to hold my ground. The energy from Devouring Soul was indeed impressive; for a moment, I felt exhilarated as I fought.
At that moment, the roll-up door outside was suddenly slammed open with a loud bang, and a figure rushed in like the wind, holding a large-caliber handgun. It was none other than the missing Zhao Ting.
"Put your hands up!" Zhao Ting shouted as he ran up beside us, aiming his gun at Gu Quan and the others.
Gu Quan and his companions exchanged glances, then jumped out of the fighting circle and turned to walk towards the door.
"Stop! I'll shoot!" Zhao Ting barked.
Gu Quan and the others completely ignored him, seemingly believing that Zhao Ting wouldn’t actually fire. They continued walking towards the door, reminiscent of that scene at Foreign Trade Hotel when Wang Chuan had arrogantly walked away.
Bang!
A gunshot!
Zhao Ting really fired.
With a clang, it sounded like the bullet hit something metallic on Autumn Red Flag.
Hmm, that's strange; it sounded like the bullet struck metal.
In the midst of the gunfire, Autumn Red Flag stumbled forward a few steps, revealing a big hole in his back where blood began to seep out. This surprised me; such a large gunshot wound only produced this little blood? Was he anemic?
Despite being shot, Autumn Red Flag didn’t fall down but instead quickened his pace.
Bang! Bang! Another two shots rang out.
Zhao Ting's marksmanship was extremely precise; both shots hit Autumn Red Flag's ankles, leaving two large wounds that burst open, revealing a dazzling golden interior. Normally, anyone with such ankle injuries would be unable to walk, but Autumn Red Flag merely jumped twice and quickly followed Gu Quan and Wang Chuan out the door.
Zhao Ting seemed stunned by the situation, standing there for a while before remembering to chase after them. I quickly shouted, "Don't chase!"
Stopping in her tracks and looking at me, Zhao Ting's eyes were filled with confusion. "Why shouldn't I chase?"
I was also shocked by the golden light from Autumn Red Flag's ankle. What did it mean? It clearly indicated that the bones in that area were likely made of gold. Moreover, Zhao Ting's first shot had hit Autumn Red Flag's back, yet there was hardly any blood. This was completely illogical.
All these unreasonable images coalesced into one answer in my mind.
Autumn Red Flag was a Golden Puppet.
Connecting this with Wang Chuan and Gu Quan's ability to adjust their strength using golden spheres, I was certain they were also Golden Puppets. Could ordinary people use Variable Gear to adjust their strength? As for the elusive leader Easily Water Cold, he too must be a Golden Puppet.
In the Underground of Yangshan, wasn't there still a shortage of five Dolls in the Golden Puppet warehouse? Clearly, this F4 group consisted of four of those five Dolls.
No wonder Gu Quan wanted to commandeer my body. From his tone, it seemed that Golden Puppets could occupy human bodies. This meant that the procedure involved replacing human bones with golden ones; once replaced, a person would undergo a transformation akin to rebirth in martial arts, significantly enhancing their power and abilities.
My immense power wasn't an exaggeration—didn't I see how casually Gu Quan and the others could transform into different people? This might involve some form of disguise or biotechnology; regardless, I didn't understand it fully—I only knew they could change forms at will.
Understanding this clarified why there had been so much gang violence recently. For instance, Chen Weilong must have been killed beforehand, and then one of the F4 transformed into his likeness to murder Red Chili Kiki and instigate a duel between Lion's Hall and Flying Swallow Gang. Moreover, Gu Quan and others were likely mixed in among Flying Swallow Gang during that incident in the underground parking lot.
That guy Zhou Yaodong—didn't he kick one of them with a golden Finger Bone? Who else but a Golden Puppet could possess such a golden Finger Joint?
Thinking about this made me feel fortunate; thankfully, these Dolls weren't very skilled in Kung Fu. Their advantages lay in two aspects: first, they were impervious to blades and bullets; second, they possessed immense strength. If a Doll occupied my body—well, I shuddered at the thought.
One thing still puzzled me: why were these Dolls instigating gang conflicts? What benefit did it bring them?
I pulled Zhao Ting aside and explained everything to her. After hearing my account, her mouth dropped open wide enough to swallow an egg—specifically a chicken egg. To prove my claims were true, I handed her Li Yunfan's notebook for her to see.
While Zhao Ting was engrossed in reading the notes, I managed to wake Fatty up. He rubbed his head on top and then below, realizing both heads were intact before letting out a sigh of relief. "Ghost Brother, did you drive them away?"
"I was chased away by Zhao Ting with a gun!" I laughed.
Fatty got up and greeted Zhao Ting, who was focused on her notebook and merely nodded in response to Fatty's greeting.
After reading her notes, Zhao Ting was silent for a while, then swallowed hard and said, "What you said does clarify everything. But there are still a few questions: First, who is that strange person in Li Yunfan's notebook? Second, where did Li Yunfan and the others go? Third, there were five Dolls missing underground, but Gu Quan and his group only account for four. So who is the fifth Doll?"
As she continued, Zhao Ting's thinking became clearer. She brought up three questions that I hadn't even considered. After all, she was a top student from the police academy with a strong family background. There's a saying that goes, "Every profession has its own expertise." I admired her greatly for this.
"Your three questions can be resolved as soon as we find Li Yunfan and the others. Why don't you try to find Li Yunfan through your contacts? Don't they come up here every week? There must be a place for them in Sun City," I pondered with a frown. "Do you think those old men might be hiding out in a wooden cabin on Yang Mountain or something?"
Fatty scoffed at my suggestion: "Great talents hide in the city. If it were me, I'd hide right in the county town. Besides, those guys are cooped up underground; they need to come out occasionally to chat and take care of their health. Don't look at me like that; three grown men can't just bottle things up without releasing some steam."
I ignored Fatty and smiled at Zhao Ting. "I'll make a call to my friend."
I trusted Zhao Ting more than anyone else. Just the fact that she dared to take risks as the daughter of the Provincial Department head was admirable. In front of her, I called Lou Wei and explained everything that had happened. Lou Wei was shocked and stopped calling me Director Zhong: "Zheng Nan, thank you on behalf of the state for this matter. I'll have someone come over to retrieve the skeleton immediately; we can't delay this. I won't keep you any longer; I need to report this to higher-ups."
After Lou Wei hung up, I felt a bit relieved. Initially, I planned to send it by mail, but now knowing that Gu Quan and his group could transform into anyone else, I wouldn't dare use a courier service. What if the delivery guy turned out to be Gu Quan?
After discussing with Zhao Ting, she would be responsible for tracking down Li Yunfan's whereabouts while I notified the heads of various gangs to remind them not to be provoked.
Before leaving, I asked Zhao Ting to help me get two large-caliber guns—preferably shotguns with bullets as thick as carrots like in the movies—as a precaution. Zhao Ting smiled and thought of ways to get them; she understood that ordinary guns wouldn't work against these Dolls.
First, I went to the hospital to find Xiao Yuan. At the entrance stood Tian Zhiyong and Cui Yue, the runner-up in kickboxing. Tian Zhiyong looked helplessly at us: "I'm really sorry; he fainted again. The doctor doesn't know what's going on; his heartbeat and breathing are normal, but he just won't wake up."
Looking at Xiao Yuan on the hospital bed, most of his bandages had been removed; only his right hand and left foot were still wrapped up. He lay there with his eyes closed, and the monitor showed a very slow heartbeat—he was indeed in a coma.
I didn't know what to say—Conscience! All I wanted was a Fire Spirit Pearl; did it really have to be this complicated?
"Has he not woken up at all during these days?" I pulled Tian Zhiyong aside and gestured toward Xiao Yuan.
"I'm not here all the time; Cui Yue has been watching over him most of the time since he's his senior brother!" Tian Zhiyong chuckled lightly but then frowned: "However, this morning Boss Xiao acted strangely and forcibly made a move on a nurse! Tsk tsk, luckily that nurse isn't influential; otherwise, this matter would have been serious."
"Damn, you're a police officer, and you still say things like that, 'Fortunately, that nurse has no influence.' Hearing Tian Zhiyong say this made me feel quite displeased, but I didn't have the time to dwell on it.
In the next two days, aside from checking in at the hospital, we spent the rest of our time with Tian Zhiyong navigating through various gangs. The main purpose was to inform these gangs that the previous disputes were instigated by someone. I wasn't sure which gangs were hiding Gu Quan and others, but every time I arrived at a gang, I required at least five representatives from them. Even if Gu Quan and his three companions disguised themselves as gang members, that would only account for four positions; there would always be at least one person who wasn't from their group.
Soon, the news spread throughout all the gangs in Sun City, and everyone in the underworld felt uneasy.
However, Gu Quan and his group remained silent, and the Underworld seemed to have vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed. During this time, Zhao Ting gave me five shotguns and several hundred rounds of ammunition. I was astonished as I carried a suitcase full of bullets and asked, 'Isn't this too much ammunition?'
'You have a Spatial Bag; it's not like you can't fit it. Just think about how many Dolls are underground. If each person gets a gun, we might not even have enough bullets!' Zhao Ting had considered things quite far ahead; she even calculated the Dolls underground. With her saying that, it turned out we really didn't have enough bullets.
When there was nothing to do, I went on a shopping spree with Fatty. This time underground, we finally understood what we lacked. From tents to DVD projectors, from flashlights to batteries, we tossed all the necessary supplies into the Spatial Bag. Fatty even downloaded many of Master Cang's instructional videos and burned them onto discs. When we were really bored, we would play around with shotguns in the hotel room. Later on, we even wanted to understand their internal structure; however, after disassembling one shotgun, we couldn't put it back together and left it aside without bothering to fix it.
Lou Wei arrived in Sun City on the second afternoon. He brought along a rather heavy van that looked a bit strange; upon closer inspection, I noticed its tires were particularly wide.
Seeing me looking at the tires, Lou Wei smiled and said, 'This vehicle may look ugly, but it's very sturdy. You could fire a Rocket Launcher at it and it wouldn't break!'
He waved his hand, and four people got out of the vehicle. One of them turned out to be a familiar face—Yang Zi.
'What's going on?' I asked Lou Wei while pointing at Yang Zi."
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