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Zhong Kui's Diary "Obviously, this 'Love Like Tides' account is a newly applied one, specially used to connect with that Shop Owner, and this 'Spicy Hot Pot' QQ is his regular one Use QQ." Sima Sanguang pointed at the screen. "Look at the information of Spicy Hot Pot." Lingfeng interjected next to it. Sima Sanguang was stunned for a moment, as if he was not used to being ordered by others, but he still opened the panel. There were some messy symbols and pictures, and there was nothing worth studying. "Can I see his chat history?" Lingfeng asked, staring at the QQ messages on the screen. Sima Sanguang glanced dissatisfied at Lingfeng: "Who are you?" I quickly smiled and said: "This is my best brother and the director of Star City Public Security Bureau - Lingfeng!" Sima Sanguang curled her lips, restored some data on the computer, and then opened the chat history. "Wait, wait!" Just as Sima Sanguang was pulling the chat record in a hurry, I yelled, and Sima Sanguang looked at me in shock. "Previous one, previous one!" I pointed at the screen. "Which one?" Sima Sanguang frowned. I grabbed the mouse of Sima Sanguang without hesitation and opened the chat record of the previous person. This is a guy named 'Golden Gun Never Falls' talking to 'Spicy Hot Pot'. Golden Gun Never Falls: Mad dog, where is it? Spicy Hot Pot: Crazy sister, I’m in Star City! Golden Gun Never Falls: Damn, why did you go to Star City? Are you going to find that girl to pay back the money? Hahaha. SpicyHotPot: Get out! I have something to do here.
Golden Gun Never Falls: Do you have any cash on hand?
Spicy Hot Pot: I always have cash issues every month! You're lucky, you actually caught me at a good time.
Golden Gun Never Falls: Damn, this is a matter of life and death. Can you just let me finish?
Spicy Hot Pot: Spit it out!
Golden Gun Never Falls: I need to borrow a hundred bucks; I’m going to kill someone!
Spicy Hot Pot: Damn it, if you’re talking about killing, just get Yuting to do it. It’s only a few bucks.
Golden Gun Never Falls: Damn, it’s been three months; I need to get surgery.
Spicy Hot Pot: I'm not a doctor; what does that have to do with me? Let me reiterate, I have no money! Here’s two words for you: tough luck.
Golden Gun Never Falls: You just hooked up with a girl the other day, had a great night, and took her wallet and phone. If you're not going to be loyal, then neither will I. I'll tell your girlfriend about this.
Spicy Hot Pot: You son of a...
...
Sima Sanguang and Lingfeng looked at me in confusion, not understanding why I was interested in this conversation.
When I saw the nickname "Mad Dog," I started to have my suspicions. Then the person borrowing money added that he "had a great night and took someone else's phone," which confirmed my suspicion that this person was the "Mad Dog" Gou Feng who tricked Xiao Jue into Shacheng, had a great night, and took her phone and wallet—no wonder the name felt familiar when I first saw it.
Could Gou Feng be Jiang Chengguang? That seemed unlikely. Just now, his ID showed he was only eighteen. If we rewind a year back to when Jiang Chengguang was fighting with Tang the Elder for territory, he would have only been seventeen. Could someone that young really lead a gang?
Could he be a descendant of the Liu Family? If that's the case, it might make sense since Jiang Chengguang initially relied on the Liu Family as support when he came to seize territory. Although the Liu Family isn't exactly a red aristocrat, their family power shouldn't be underestimated; they could compete with the Ling Family and Yang Family. A descendant of the Liu Family could indeed pull off something like this.
However, I quickly dismissed that idea. The ID clearly indicated that Gou Feng was from Shacheng, and from his conversation with Golden Gun Never Falls, it was evident he was just a local nobody—a pure local. How could he possibly be a descendant of the Liu Family?
After pondering for a while, I took out my phone and called Xiao Lin, asking for Xiao Jue's number before dialing it immediately.
"Which one?" A strong Star City accent came through the phone.
"Can you speak Mandarin?" I replied irritably in the Star City dialect.
"Who are you?" Xiao Jue snorted.
"I'm Zhong Zhengnan, your sister's colleague. I was on the bus at General Mountain a few days ago." I chuckled, "Do you remember me?"
"Oh? You're the one who planned to rob me on the road?" Xiao Jue seemed taken aback for a moment, then laughed, "How did you get my phone number? You must have asked my sister for it. What's up?"
Xiao Jue's reaction was quick; I could almost see her cunning gaze.
"Is it true that you still have contact with Gou Feng?" I asked directly.
"Are you crazy? What do you want to do?" Xiao Jue asked suspiciously.
"The kid from my neighbor's house, only sixteen years old, was tricked by him into a hotel, and then he took her phone..." I began to fabricate a story.
"What does that have to do with me?" Xiao Jue interrupted me bluntly.
I secretly smiled; although we had only interacted briefly last time, Xiao Jue was definitely a kind-hearted person. Even if she had been deceived by Gou Feng, she wouldn't consider him a bad person. She really had that perspective of seeing humanity in everyone, as if all gentlemen were worthy of respect.
"Let me finish." I continued to spin my tale: "To save face in front of her friends, she used her dad's phone, an orange 5s, not realizing it contained many contact numbers."
"Get to the point." Xiao Jue said impatiently.
"That phone has contact information for over thirty families in need; her dad sends them money every month." I had to pull out my trump card.
This tactic indeed worked on Xiao Jue; after a long pause, she hurriedly asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"Gou Feng is currently in Star City. Just call him and invite him out for a meal; I'll handle the rest," I said with a smile.
"A meal? He probably won't be interested. I'll tell him to book a room instead. I'll give you a call then," Xiao Jue replied.
"Alright, then I'll trouble you."
...
After hanging up the phone, I exchanged glances with Lingfeng and Sima Sanguang, both of them smiling and rubbing their hands together, feeling quite lucky.
A thought suddenly popped into my head; could this luck be arranged by the Fortune God’s Lucky Light? Wasn't it just illuminated by Lucky Light?
About an hour later, I received a message on my phone: Construction Road, Anti-Japanese Hotel, Room 70.
The Anti-Japanese Hotel was not far from Fengmang Internet Cafe; it would take about ten minutes to walk there. The boss chose this name for two reasons. The first is obvious: resisting Japan, which indicates that the boss is a nationalist hothead, and I won't elaborate further on that. The second meaning is also understood: resisting 'Japan' means forbidding certain activities... you know what I mean. This is also a marketing strategy by the boss; isn't it more exciting to engage in those activities in a hotel that forbids them?
Given this name, it would be impossible to get approval from the business administration bureau. However, the boss is quite clever; when applying for the name, he registered it as "Anti-Old Hotel," meaning resisting the old ways. Although it's somewhat nonsensical, it doesn't violate any policies. Once approved, he put up a large neon sign but played with the word 'old'—he intentionally damaged that part so that only 'Japan' remained intact. At night, when the neon light flickers, it reads Anti-Japanese Hotel.
With that aside, let's return to Room 70 of the hotel.
I leaned against the door and listened; there were faint voices inside. I took out my phone and dialed Xiao Jue's number. Immediately, I heard her ringtone inside, confirming I was in the right place.
I nodded to the other two and kicked open the door, rushing in like lightning. Inside were a man and a woman grappling with each other; the woman was Xiao Jue, and the man was a tall, skinny youth.
Upon seeing us burst in, both Xiao Jue and the boy looked at us in shock, while the boy's hand was still resting on Xiao Jue's chest. I didn't have time to think too much; I charged forward and kicked the boy hard. With a loud thud, he was sent crashing against the wall and fell unconscious as he slid down.
Initially, I thought he was Jiang Chengguang and had used considerable force in my kick. I had even mentally prepared a spell in case he showed any signs of resistance so I could follow up with a lightning strike.
I didn't expect him to faint so cleanly; this left me somewhat at a loss—this guy couldn't possibly be Jiang Chengguang.
After a moment, I asked Xiao Jue, "Is this Gou Feng?"
Xiao Jue looked at me with admiration: "Zheng Nan, that kick you did just now was so cool!"
I rolled my eyes in annoyance: "I'm asking you if he's Gou Feng!"
Xiao Jue laughed: "Of course! Otherwise, why would I send you that message? You can check his ID!"
I turned to Lingfeng and said, "You take Xiao Jue back first. I can handle the rest."
Lingfeng nodded, pulling Xiao Jue along as they headed outside. Xiao Jue was reluctant, wanting to stay and watch the show. In the end, Lingfeng had no choice but to show her his credentials, claiming they were on duty, and half coaxed, half threatened her to leave.
I glanced at Sima Sanguang and asked, "Brother Guang, do you want to go back? Just so you know, this matter is a bit troublesome and might involve a Demon."
Sima Sanguang shrugged it off. "What trouble? Whether it's a Demon or not, I've dealt with beings like Flower Attacker and Gao Youdi before; it's all the same."
I smiled and said, "Alright then."
I closed the door, grabbed a glass from the bathroom, filled it with water, and splashed it directly onto Gou Feng's face. He grunted and slowly came to.
Seeing Sima Sanguang and me standing in front of him, his expression shifted from confusion to doubt, then to shock and fear. However, this shock and fear did not last long; soon enough, a defiant look appeared on Gou Feng's face.
Sima Sanguang and I exchanged glances, both unable to hide our surprise. We even saw a hint of admiration; this young man was able to shake off his fear so quickly—such resilience was truly rare.
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