BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 104 Infernal Affairs

After Sun Desheng and the others left the Tianjin crime scene, Xiao Yifeng remained behind. He stayed busy until evening before finally obtaining the autopsy reports and pathological analyses of the three corpses.

Captain Luo originally wanted to keep him for dinner, but Xiao Yifeng was eager to return and politely declined. Instead, he borrowed a sedan from the local police and prepared to drive back to Beijing.

Deputy Director Xiao drove straight onto the highway. Just after passing the toll station, he suddenly heard someone from the back seat say:

“Long time no see. Volcano told me I would find you here.”

Xiao Yifeng acted as though nothing unusual had happened. He didn’t even turn around to see who it was. Keeping his eyes on the road, he replied calmly:

“I knew he would definitely inform you, so I deliberately delayed my return until now… Great Fangshi, it has been two years since we last met.”

The white-haired man sitting in the back seat was none other than the other Great Fangshi, Guangren.

Smiling slightly, Guangren said:

“You’ve suffered these past two years, hiding in a place like the Bureau. I had no choice. Among the people around me, Volcano cannot reveal himself, and the others are neither as alert nor as capable as you. Only Xiao Yifeng was suitable.”

Deputy Director Xiao remained silent for a moment before asking:

“How is my master?”

“Your master, Liu Shumin, is more broad-minded than I am. Other than his small hobbies of smoking and drinking, he has little else to concern himself with.”

At the mention of Liu Shumin, an expression of helpless amusement appeared on Guangren’s face.

After pausing, he continued:

“Aside from trying to persuade me to join your Dragon Gate Dunjia Sect every time we meet, he’s quite an interesting person.”

After saying that, Guangren coughed lightly and then said:

“Originally, I didn’t want to trouble you. But I’m very interested in Che Qianzi’s identity. You should know something, shouldn’t you?”

“Che Qianzi’s identity is also a mystery within the Bureau.”

Xiao Yifeng sighed softly.

“But Sun Desheng should know something. Che Qianzi entered the Bureau under his sponsorship.

I’ve checked the records from Gao Liang’s tenure as Director. He once visited the region where Che Qianzi spent his childhood, and he even issued Kong Dalong a check for one hundred thousand yuan.

A few days ago, Ma Xiaolin came to the Bureau. During a casual conversation, I fished some information out of him. While Director Gao was still alive, he entrusted Ma Xiaolin with sending Che Qianzi a substantial amount of living expenses every month.

At the time, Ma Xiaolin thought the boy was Director Gao’s illegitimate son. Only later did he realize he had been mistaken.”

Pausing, Xiao Yifeng glanced at Guangren through the rearview mirror and continued:

“If Che Qianzi’s complete growth records weren’t available, I would’ve thought he was someone sent back by that old gentleman overseas. But he has no foundation in the mystical arts. He only relies on that incomprehensible power inside his body.”

Guangren had hoped to obtain useful clues from Xiao Yifeng, but once again, Che Qianzi’s identity remained unresolved.

Although slightly disappointed, the white-haired Great Fangshi concealed it perfectly.

Smiling faintly, he nodded.

“The fact that you managed to uncover this much is already remarkable. Continue investigating Che Qianzi. If you make any breakthroughs, you know how to find me.”

As he finished speaking, Guangren prepared to leave through his magic.

At that moment, Xiao Yifeng suddenly spoke.

“Great Fangshi, please wait. There’s something I’d like to ask of you. What’s the story behind Sun Biyun and Hou San? If I want to enter Sun Desheng’s circle, I need a token of allegiance.”

Hearing this, Guangren nodded.

“You’re right. Without some benefit, Sun Desheng won’t trust you.

Hou Diankun and the others are descendants and disciples left behind by the people on the old extermination list. They all inherited some degree of Fangshi techniques.

Without their masters to restrain them, they became increasingly reckless. The better ones used their arts to make money, but most began using them to kill.

Many years ago, that old gentleman who fishes overseas sent someone back to the mainland to eliminate these remnants.

Initially, things went smoothly. But around twenty years ago, that person suddenly disappeared.

After that, people like Hou Diankun became lawless once again.”

At this point, Guangren seemed to remember something.

After a brief silence, he continued:

“About six months ago, those descendants who had been hunted began gathering together. They started searching everywhere, hoping to kill the person who had vanished.

Originally, I had no intention of interfering. But that missing person and I share a bit of old friendship.

So I asked Volcano to intervene. I thought that if he could lend a hand, he might as well do so.

I didn’t expect him to encounter you people at the scene.”

Xiao Yifeng was extremely perceptive.

He detected another layer of meaning in Guangren’s words.

After the white-haired Great Fangshi finished speaking, Xiao Yifeng said:

“Sun Biyun was bribed by Hou San. The person transporting living corpses together with Sun Biyun was that missing individual. It’s just that this person was too powerful, and Hou San ended up being killed by him.”

“That should be enough for your token of allegiance.”

Guangren smiled.

“Now that you have what you need to gain Sun Desheng’s trust, I hope you’ll find what I want as soon as possible…”

Before he finished speaking, the white-haired Great Fangshi vanished from the back seat.

As though nothing had happened, Xiao Yifeng continued driving toward Beijing.

About half an hour later, he took out his phone and called Sun Desheng.

Once the call connected, he said:

“Dasheng, things in Tianjin are wrapped up. We’ve identified the charred corpse—it was an ordinary person. I’m heading back to Beijing now.

By the way, there’s something else. A neighbor of Sun Biyun said that yesterday afternoon he saw an unfamiliar man enter Sun Biyun’s house.

I showed him the photo of the charred corpse while he was alive, and it wasn’t him.

Right now, we’re suspecting that Sun Biyun and Hou San worked together to delay that person…

Alright, you’re at Shaguoju in Xicheng District?

Fine, we’ll talk when I arrive.”

The background noise on Sun Desheng’s end was chaotic, indicating he was dining with others. Since it wasn’t convenient to discuss sensitive matters in front of outsiders, he simply asked Xiao Yifeng to come over and join them for dinner.

By the time Xiao Yifeng arrived at the restaurant Sun Desheng had mentioned, it was already after nine o’clock.

When he found Fatty Sun’s private room, an entirely new table of dishes had been laid out.

Apparently, the first group of dinner guests had already left. Only the three brothers remained inside—Sun Desheng, Shen La, and Che Qianzi.

Seeing Xiao Yifeng enter, Sun Desheng burst out laughing.

“Old Xiao! I didn’t know what you liked to eat, so I just ordered a few dishes at random. If there’s anything you don’t eat, we can order again. Eat first. Whatever you have to say can wait until we’ve filled our stomachs.”

“I don’t have any dietary restrictions. I’ll eat anything. But this is way too much food—we won’t finish it all.”

After a few polite remarks, Xiao Yifeng grabbed his chopsticks and devoured the meal like a whirlwind.

He truly was starving.

Only after consuming nearly half the dishes on the table did he finally set down his chopsticks and say:

“That’s enough. Dasheng, let’s talk business…”