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Zhong Kui's Diary
After discussing some details with the two, I went out to greet Fatty and the others as they left. As for the aftermath in the finance office, I left it to Xiao Lin and the others to handle.
Upon exiting Bond Building, I smiled at Lo San Zhi: "Brother, this matter is indeed serious. Please come with me."
Lo San Zhi had been feeling anxious, and upon hearing my words, his expression changed dramatically: "Ghost Brother, are you... planning to... kill me to silence me?"
"You’re overthinking it. I just need you to come with me to Tang the Elder's house. It’s just a matter of staying there for a few days until this matter is resolved, and then you can come out," I said with a smile, pulling out a coin and bending it casually. "If I wanted to kill you, I think you would already be dead by now."
What I meant was that I only intended to place him under house arrest. Lo San Zhi understood my intention and showed a grateful expression—if it were someone else, they would have simply slit his throat; only the dead keep secrets.
By the time we arrived at Tang the Elder's house, it was nearly midnight. Fortunately, Tang the Elder had just finished meditating and had not yet gone to sleep. Seeing me arrive, he looked puzzled: "What’s so important that you couldn’t call? Why come here in the middle of the night? Aren’t you tired?"
Laughing, I explained everything. As I expected, once he understood the situation, he fully supported my approach: "It's not about whether to help Sha Zhiyuan, but about finding the murderer who killed the girl. Zheng Nan, I will support you wholeheartedly in this matter."
After leaving Tang the Elder's house, it was already past one in the morning. The three of us casually had some late-night snacks. I shared what Xiao Lin had told me with Kong Xuan. Both were deeply moved by Sha Zhiyuan's sincerity and expressed their determination to find out who killed Ye Litong. They even abandoned their ultimate mission of going home to do homework and followed me back to my place to check the chat records that A-Jian had given me.
The USB drive contained chat records from four people: Ren Feiyu, Zhu Qi, Zhao Donghai, and another fashion designer named Wang Qian. From the timestamps of the chat records, it appeared that these four were all newcomers like me.
I was surprised that Zhao Donghai was also a newcomer; he seemed like an old hand.
The chat records had been organized by A-Jian, categorized and arranged chronologically for easy reading.
First, I opened Ren Feiyu's chat record. This guy was quite terse; his record spanned about forty or fifty pages, with thirty pages consisting of oh... ah... okay... heh heh...
There were also over ten pages of communication with his subordinates, asking them to bring him printed materials or pick up a package downstairs. Damn, they were all in the same office; couldn’t he just say it aloud instead of typing everything to assert his authority?
In short, Ren Feiyu's chat records were worthless; he hadn’t exchanged a single word with Zhu Qi. What kind of engaged couple is this?
Next, I opened Zhu Qi's chat record. Wow, it showed over a thousand pages. Without thinking twice, I closed her folder and decided to check the other two people's records first.
Wang Qian seems to be someone who doesn't like to chat much, but she's a bit better than Ren Feiyu, with over a hundred pages of chat records. A quick glance through them revealed nothing unusual, except that she appears to be seeing two people—one named 'Confused,' who seems to be her boyfriend, and another called 'Long One,' who seems to be her lover. Of course, I could be wrong; both could potentially be her lovers.
Next, I opened Zhao Donghai's chat records and was surprised to find he had very few friends. Aside from a few colleagues from the Marketing Department, there was only one friend named 'Right-Hand Strength Is Great.' Zhao Donghai, what kind of people are you associating with? You’re practically a 4K pure loser. If you want to catch up with Zhu Qi, it seems quite difficult.
He exchanged just a few short messages with 'Right-Hand Strength Is Great.'
Fortune as Vast as the Eastern Sea: Did you receive the money?
Right-Hand Strength Is Great: Yes.
Fortune as Vast as the Eastern Sea: Is everything going smoothly?
Right-Hand Strength Is Great: It's fine.
Fortune as Vast as the Eastern Sea: Good, I'll contact you for the next action.
Right-Hand Strength Is Great: Okay.
I suspect that 'Right-Hand Strength Is Great' is one of the three thugs from last time, the ones who helped Zhao Donghai play the hero and save the beauty. I deduced this from the first message, "Did you receive the money?"
What does this next action mean? Could it be that he wants to play the hero and save the beauty in front of Zhu Qi again?
Fatty confidently pointed out at this point: "Zhao Donghai is definitely someone who relies on his looks to get by. He finds a wealthy target, gets close, and then subtly reveals his bad side so that the other party breaks up with him, allowing him to pocket a breakup fee before moving on to the next target..."
Kong Xuan somewhat agreed with Fatty's theory: "Having known Fatty for so long, this is the first time I've heard such insightful words from you. Incredible! Your IQ seems to be developing again."
I disagree with both of their viewpoints; just based on these few vague statements, it's not scientific to judge someone’s character.
Continuing to read on, the remaining chat records consisted of sending Zhu Qi some random lyrics like 'The sea may dry up, rocks may crumble, but we stand shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand,' and nothing else seemed out of place.
After reviewing these three people's chat records, we filtered through Zhu Qi's information again. After spending over two hours in front of the computer, we unanimously concluded that spending an entire evening looking through these chat records was a mistake; we gained almost nothing from it. Well, the only takeaway was knowing that Wang Qian is seeing two people, but how does that concern me?
"I mean, what’s the point of looking at these chat logs? Tomorrow, I’ll go to the company, find an excuse to get into a fight with Ren Feiyu, and then two of us can rush in pretending to break it up, tearing his shirt apart in the process," Kong Xuan yawned widely.
Thinking about how useless the chat logs were after all the effort put into retrieving them made me extremely unhappy. I shut down the computer, and the three of us went straight to sleep.
We didn’t wake up until around noon. After grabbing a meal, we played at an internet café for a while. It was only in the afternoon that we headed to Rui Company. Before coming, I had already called Tang Zian to inform him of our plan. Of course, on the surface, I was there to complete the final step of my resignation process—getting Tang Zong's signature.
After Tang Zian signed, as planned, he called Ren Feiyu over and asked about some company business. Although Ren Feiyu's father was Ren Zhiming, the Business Tycoon of Star City, Tang Zian's grandfather was Tang the Elder, a powerful figure in Star City's underworld. In comparison, Tang Zian had a slight edge over Ren Feiyu.
Finding an opportunity, Tang Zian scolded Ren Feiyu harshly before waving his hand dismissively: "Get out!"
Upon hearing this, Ren Feiyu's expression changed; a cold glint flashed in his eyes as he was about to explode. Then he seemed to think of something, snorted softly, and turned to leave.
I cleared my throat lightly. Fatty and Kong Xuan had been waiting outside; upon hearing my cough, Fatty pushed the door open. With Ren Feiyu caught off guard and Fatty being intentional about it, the door slammed right into Ren Feiyu's forehead.
Ren Feiyu had never experienced such humiliation before; he covered his forehead in fury and was about to curse when Fatty jumped in first: "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you blind? Didn’t you see I was coming in?"
I couldn't help but laugh out loud. That’s just how Fatty was—despite being at fault himself, he insisted on blaming others. As an observer, it was a comical scene; however, for Ren Feiyu, it was an immense disgrace.
Ren Feiyu was instantly furious; he thrust his left hand forward while his right hand followed with a punch. Surprisingly, it turned out that Ren Feiyu was quite skilled; judging by his feints and strikes, his Kung Fu was not inferior to Fatty’s. Fatty was taken aback and dodged aside as they began fighting in the office.
Everyone present were Martial Arts Masters; if there were to be a ranking based on strength, I would naturally be first due to my Devouring Soul Energy. Second would be Kong Xuan, followed closely by Tang Zian. As for Fatty, while he might not necessarily win against Tang Zian in terms of skill alone, if it came down to a fight for life or death, Tang Zian would definitely not stand a chance against Fatty since both of us came from backgrounds in underground fighting and were exceptionally ruthless.
However, at this moment, Ren Feiyu surprisingly held his ground against Fatty evenly, which caught my attention.
I exchanged glances with Kong Xuan as we stepped forward from either side.
I shouted out loud: "When will grievances be settled? Why must... why must... what comes next?"
Fatty chimed in: "The next line is 'Why must one fall in love with just one flower...'"
Kong Xuan couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing that. I shot him a glare: "Be serious; they're fighting!"
Kong Xuan quickly cleared his throat and shouted, "Fatty, let go of that beast!"
As Ren Feiyu roared, both Kong Xuan and I moved at the same time, each grabbing one of Ren Feiyu's arms. Fatty took the opportunity to pull, and with a tearing sound, Ren Feiyu's shirt was ripped open, exposing his entire chest.
His left chest was completely clean; there was no Pentagram Scar, not even a mole to be found.
The three of us were momentarily at a loss. We had originally thought that if Ren Feiyu had the Pentagram Scar, we would beat him up and then drag him back for severe interrogation. I had even prepared chili water and a tiger bench. Now we discovered that Ren Feiyu did not have the Pentagram Scar, meaning he was not the mysterious mastermind behind it all.
"Let me go! What do you want to do?" Ren Feiyu struggled desperately, shouting, "I won't let you off! I swear!"
With no other choice, I struck his neck with my palm, and Ren Feiyu immediately fainted.
I tossed Ren Feiyu onto the ground and smiled at Tang Zian, saying, "I have nothing more to say; you can explain it to him later."
Tang Zian looked astonished and replied, "Why should I explain anything to him? He was fighting with outsiders in my office! I'm going to dock his pay!"
The three of us exchanged bewildered glances and then burst into laughter before taking our leave.
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