BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 111 Yong’an Building

Ren Rong had done his homework beforehand. He knew that the Special Investigation Bureau’s current backbone was the white-haired members of Division Six. Earlier, he hadn’t seen any white-haired men in the conference room, and had assumed they had simply dyed their hair black and blended in with the other investigators. Now, hearing that Division Six was empty, his expression turned a little unpleasant.

Meanwhile, warning alerts from the investigators were increasing rapidly. In just a short time, the number had jumped from over sixty to more than a hundred, and it showed no sign of stopping. The continuous alert tones from all directions made even the ministry leaders realize how serious the situation had become.

Seeing that Sun Desheng still refused to yield, and the alerts kept pouring in, Hao Wenming finally gave up insisting. He sighed, stood up first, and left the conference room, heading toward the Bureau’s main entrance.

With him leading, Hao Zhengyi, Ouyang Pianzuo, and Xiong Wanyi also brought their teams out toward the gate.

As most investigators left, Ren Rong was called over by senior ministry officials for instructions. The group gathered and spoke in low voices. After a few minutes, Ren Rong stood up, saluted, and said:

“Please rest assured, I will complete the mission.”

He then collected his things and followed the main group out of the conference room.

At this point, a senior official from the ministry walked up to Sun Desheng and pulled him aside.

“Desheng, let’s talk.”

“Sir, it’s not that I don’t respect you,” Sun Desheng said with a smile. “It’s just that I’ve got matters at home. Yiyi told me to finish my resignation and go back immediately.”

He grinned.

“Besides, I’ve already arranged a meeting with Jet Li and Andy Lau to discuss the script. It’s all set—Jet Li will play me, Andy Lau will play La Zi… Sir, do you want a cameo? You could play Director Wu.”

The official sighed.

“I understand. You’ve really decided not to come back.”

He paused.

“There’s been a misunderstanding between us. Very well. I wish your business success. I have contacts in the Ministry of Culture and the radio and film administration. Call me if you need anything.”

With that, he also left.

Now only three people remained in the conference room:

Sun Desheng, Che Qianzi, and Yang Shujie.

Seeing no outsiders left, Yang Shujie finally spoke:

“Desheng, tell me honestly. I won’t leak it—were those people brought back by you? This move is risky. Those people aren’t easy to handle. If this backfires and they refuse to leave Beijing again, it’ll be a huge problem…”

“Director Yang, what do you take me for?” Sun Desheng said with a bitter smile. “I would bring those troublemakers back just for a bureau chief position?”

He added casually:

“Honestly… Jet Li is really playing me.”

Without getting the answer he wanted, Yang Shujie sighed and rolled his wheelchair out of the room.

Now only Sun Desheng and Che Qianzi were left.

Che Qianzi finally couldn’t hold back.

“Fatty, why aren’t you following the plan? Weren’t we supposed to have me beat up Ren Rong, and then you step in to smooth things over? You always change things last minute—what are you thinking? I don’t even know what to do anymore.”

“Brother,” Sun Desheng said, “I originally thought the same. But something big came up at the critical moment.”

He leaned closer.

“You heard it too. Li Hu and Hao Zaixian from Anhui, An Xiaobian from Jiangxi, Zhang San Mazi—all those people showed up in Beijing. Do you know who they are?”

Che Qianzi blinked.

“I’m not their father. Why should I care whether they live or die? Just say it directly.”

Even though the room was empty, Sun Desheng still leaned in and whispered:

“These people are the descendants of wandering Fangshi—like what Huo Shan mentioned. Their sect elders were once on the kill-order list.”

Still not fully understanding, Che Qianzi frowned.

“So they’re here for revenge?”

“That’s not all,” Sun Desheng said quietly. “If I’m not wrong, they’ve already found the person who hunted them down back then… here in Beijing. They’re here to finish it in one go.”

He still did not mention Kong Dalong.

He smiled faintly.

“Looks like even heaven is giving me an exit ramp… though this ramp is a bit too steep. One wrong step and I’ll fall flat on my face.”

Meanwhile, investigators of the Bureau had already boarded their respective buses outside the building. There had been no time for formal deployment in the meeting room, so they began analyzing the situation on the buses instead.

Information continued to flood in.

The number of incoming individuals had already exceeded 150. After entering Beijing, they began to gather in small groups of five or six and headed toward the outskirts of the city.

Their destination: a place on the border between Beijing and Hebei—Yong’an Building.

It was called a “building,” but in reality it was a twelve-story structure. It had once been a power bureau office building, later converted into a budget hotel, and then into a mixed commercial-residential complex. Due to its remote location, occupancy remained extremely low—over 80% vacant, with only scattered tenants on the upper floors.

Despite repeated checks, no abnormalities were found among the residents. It was unclear why so many people were converging there.

Now, eleven individuals had already reached the vicinity of Yong’an Building. Surveillance footage from nearby shops showed their movements clearly, and the videos were quickly sent to the phones of Bureau leaders.

“Now it’s thirteen people,” Ren Rong said while reviewing the data. “Two or three of them with Li Hu and Su Xiaoliang have disguised themselves as tenants and entered the building.”

“They rented rooms 807, 908, and 708. It looks like their target—whether a person or an object—is in room 808. However, property records show that room hasn’t been rented for two years. Of course, it’s also possible the owner concealed a lease.”

He looked around.

“That’s all the information for now. Any suggestions from the directors?”

Hao Wenming studied the building layout and said first:

“I suggest we send undercover teams as well—tenants, delivery workers, couriers, flyers, salespeople—to monitor their actions closely.”

Before he could finish, new updates arrived.

More people had reached the area. Multiple groups had already made contact.

Some had already begun disguising themselves as delivery workers, couriers, and advertising distributors—just as Hao Wenming had suggested.