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The process of taking notes was quite simple. Zhang Qiu conveyed a prepared statement to the police, while Rui Rui cooperated with Qiu Wan to clarify the facts. After everything was completed, Lan Ningshan escorted Zhang Qiu and Rui Rui to the entrance.
Zhang Qiu bid farewell to Lan Ningshan, saying, "Sister Lan, we’ll be on our way now."
"Wait a moment," Lan Ningshan called out to Zhang Qiu.
"What is it? Is there something else?"
"There are a few things I want to say to you."
"Go ahead."
"No matter what you do, do not attempt to touch the law. Most importantly, you need to pay attention to your safety."
"Okay, I’ll remember that. Thank you, Sister Lan."
From Lan Ningshan's words, Zhang Qiu guessed that she must have noticed something. However, it didn’t matter; in this line of work, was there really a need to fear others knowing? So far, he had not harmed society, and he would not do anything harmful in the future.
As the heir of the White Tiger, upholding justice was his responsibility. Recently, he had been assisting his uncle in solving cases and being a good citizen. Those who understood him would eventually come to understand him better. Zhang Qiu comforted himself with these thoughts.
Returning to White Day Fire, the hall was in disarray, with scorch marks on the floor standing out prominently. Yang Yu was organizing things with the Brothers, while Jiang Xue, Gao Zhi, and Zhao Pingchuan had also skipped class to help out. When they saw Zhang Qiu return, they paused their work and approached him together, asking, "Brother Qiu, how did it go?"
"They will likely start their investigation with Mao Tong and then move on to Chen Hu. Anyway, Mao Tong is definitely involved in this matter. However, he has helped us."
"Brother Qiu, with Mao Tong intervening this time, what should we do next time?"
"I haven't figured that out yet; for now, let's focus on restoring normal operations at the bar."
Zhang Qiu lifted the fallen sofa and sat on it, resting his head in deep thought. Jiang Xue saw Zhang Qiu like this and walked over to comfort him, saying, "Don't wear yourself out too much. If it really comes to it, we still have a last resort."
"Are you suggesting giving up the White Tiger?"
Jiang Xue nodded.
"No way," Zhang Qiu shook his head firmly. "I can't do that."
Zhang Qiu knew that giving up the White Tiger was indeed a last resort, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The White Tiger had been passed down through generations in his family, and he could not let it slip away from him. More importantly, the simultaneous appearance of the other two jade pendants might indicate that significant events were about to unfold. If the White Tiger fell into someone else's hands, Zhang Qiu couldn't guarantee that they would use it for righteous purposes. For the sake of his family's mission, Zhang Qiu had resolved to protect the White Tiger at all costs.
"Biao Ge."
The crowd in the bar greeted him in unison as Abiao, dressed in black with long hair flowing down, walked into White Day Fire. Upon hearing this, Zhang Qiu stood up and said, "Biao Ge."
Abiao nodded, surveying the interior of the bar before sitting back on the sofa and lighting a cigarette. He then slowly said, "Yang Yu has already informed me of the specifics over the phone. You handled the Mao Tong matter well; you didn't lose face for the Stone Dagger Gang."
"It's just because of me that the bar has suffered consecutive losses."
"In our line of work, how can we expect to be safe and sound? Don't take the losses too heavily; Brother Leopard and I have high hopes for you. Do you know that White Day Fire is currently the most profitable among all our entertainment venues?"
"Thank you, Biao Ge."
"You don't need to be so polite." Biao Ge wasn't used to Zhang Qiu being so formal; in his view, such politeness was a habit of intellectuals and far less straightforward than how their brothers communicated in their line of work.
"Zhang Qiu, I came here this time with a gift for you."
"Are you giving me a gift?"
Qiu Wan had no idea this would happen. Out of the blue, without any special occasion, Biao Ge was giving him a gift.
Abiao extended his hand, and a disciple behind him immediately placed a Cloth Wrap in Abiao's hand. Zhang Qiu looked at the rectangular shape of the Cloth Wrap and guessed, could it be that Biao Ge knows I like to read and is giving me a book?
Abiao handed over the Cloth Wrap without opening it and smiled, "What are you standing there for? Take it, it's for you."
Zhang Qiu received the Cloth Wrap with both hands and couldn't help but thank him again. It didn't feel like a book; instead, it felt... familiar somehow, as if he had encountered this sensation before. Right! Hadn't he been thinking about this all morning? Could it be a gun?
Zhang Qiu was startled by his own thoughts, his heart racing. As he unwrapped the Cloth Wrap layer by layer, he indeed revealed a pitch-black handgun.
As the handgun came into view, Jiang Xue, Rui Rui, Yang Yu, and others screamed in surprise. Abiao laughed and said, "Calm down, no need to panic. The police just left; do you want to call them back?"
Yang Yu and the others quickly quieted down. Abiao turned to Zhang Qiu and asked with a smile, "So, how do you like this gift?"
"I love it so much, Biao Ge! How did you think of giving me a gun?"
"Since the other side has guns, it's good to have one for self-defense. I'll find someone to teach you how to use it later."
"Biao Ge, I know how to use it."
Zhang Qiu examined the gun in his hand; it didn't seem poorly made. The gun's body was a deep black with a polished finish, fitting perfectly in his hand. On the grip, there was a black five-pointed star. Although it was different from the Type 92 pistol, Zhang Qiu managed to disassemble the handgun into parts in less than a minute and reassemble it just as quickly on the Tea Table.
A hint of surprise flashed in Abiao's eyes as he applauded and praised, "Good skills! Clean and efficient. So, have you played with guns before? Did your uncle teach you?"
"No, I just started handling firearms; it's an emergency training."
"Why?" Abiao was quite interested. Logically, Zhang Qiu should be more focused on the college entrance exam.
"My uncle promised me. I had to push him hard to get him to agree, so I have to seize the opportunity."
This wasn't exactly a lie from Zhang Qiu; being able to undergo firearms training was indeed the result of persistent persuasion. Regarding the investigation into Chen Hu's drug trafficking, Zhang Qiu had to strictly adhere to confidentiality regulations and not leak any information.
"That's not bad. In that case, quickly put the gun away; don't show it unless absolutely necessary. This is a standard firearm, a Type 64 pistol, and the serial number has long been ground off, so you can use it with confidence. Remember, once a case involves firearms, its nature completely changes; such cases must be solved by the public security bureau."
"I understand, Biao Ge." Zhang Qiu tucked the pistol into her waist and rewrapped the bullets in cloth.
Jiang Xue took her bag and said, "Put it in here."
Zhang Qiu also felt that wrapping it in cloth wasn't very secure; if the bullets leaked out, it would be troublesome. So she placed them in Jiang Xue's backpack but kept the Type 64 pistol at her waist.
Abiao continued, "I'm still not very clear on the situation. Who were those people with guns looking for you?"
"I don't know their identities either, but from a few clues, I can infer that they are quite formidable."
"Oh?" Abiao extinguished his cigarette and stood up. "Zhang Qiu, come with me to the office. The rest of you clean up the first floor properly. Change what needs changing and repair what needs repairing; restore operations as soon as possible."
"Yes!"
With the help of the dozens of people Abiao brought over, efficiency improved significantly compared to before. Jiang Xue, Rui Rui, and Yang Yu each had their own thoughts and wondered what Abiao would discuss with Zhang Qiu in private. Everyone present was very interested in those armed individuals.
In the Second Floor Office, Abiao lit another cigarette and tossed one to Zhang Qiu. Zhang Qiu was staying over but did not light it.
"You and I, what makes the other side formidable? Having guns doesn't count; our organization has those too." Abiao spoke confidently, after all, they were a long-established group with some resources.
Zhang Qiu replied, "It all started because of my hospitalization. The doctors at the hospital discovered my remarkable recovery ability, so they contacted a classmate from a Research Center in the capital, Professor Bai Jingwei. This person reached out to me, offering to help me and Rui Rui settle the recent brawl case in exchange for two vials of my blood. I had no choice but to agree, so I went to Beijing."
Abiao interjected, asking, "Did these armed individuals come from your Research Center?"
"No, no, no. They didn't need to resort to violence because I was the one delivering blood to them."
"That makes sense. Please continue; I won't interrupt you."
"The first time those people appeared was right after I got off the train. Suddenly, several strong men rushed at me. Fortunately, Bai Jingwei's people acted quickly and got me into a car. However, they didn't give up; they chased us down in their car. In that place, they dared to drive recklessly. But in the end, we managed to shake them off."
"The second time was when I was returning home from the capital. Again, I was followed, and there was a brief encounter during that time. Later on, they sent someone to follow me all the way to Beilan County, which led to today's scene. No matter what I do, their information is always so well-informed; today they even shot in broad daylight—this probably isn't something ordinary people can do."
"From what you're saying, the other side indeed has significant power. But why are they targeting you? Is your blood really that special?"
Zhang Qiu shook his head. "My blood is quite ordinary; Bai Jingwei looked disappointed after seeing the test results."
"Then that's strange. Did you tell them that your blood has no special properties?"
"These people aren't after my blood."
"Then why?"
"For this!"
Zhang Qiu took out a white tiger from his collar and handed it to Abiao. Abiao had always seen a red string around Zhang Qiu's neck but never expected it to be a piece of jade. After receiving it, he touched it a couple of times before returning it to Zhang Qiu, saying, "I don't understand jade. Is this piece valuable?"
"Maybe. I don't understand jade either, but this is my family heirloom, and I won't give it to anyone."
Zhang Qiu put the jade back on, and Abiao continued, "The other party is making such a big effort to get your jade pendant; it must have something special about it. Did your dad give it to you? Maybe you can ask him."
Zhang Qiu nodded.
Abiao stood up and said, "Alright, be careful during this time. They have guns, and so do you. Since their target is the pendant, I believe they won't shoot you."
"I think so too, but I'm worried they might use the people around me to threaten me."
"Don't worry about that. This time I brought fifty people with me, and they will be stationed at White Day Fire from now on. We have enough manpower now; you can arrange some bodyguards for Brothers and your women."
"Okay. However," Zhang Qiu reflected on what Biao Ge said, "I only have one woman."
Abiao smiled slightly, patted Zhang Qiu on the shoulder, and went downstairs.
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