BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 143 Chief

When Huoshan heard that his master was going to step back from the matter, he fell silent for a moment. Then he cautiously asked, “I’ve already intervened, so should I still…?”

“Then withdraw your hand,” Guangren said with a faint smile. He continued, “We must distinguish between primary and secondary matters. We only agreed to protect that child. The matter of arresting people has nothing to do with us. Understand?”

Although Huoshan was unwilling, he did not dare disobey Guangren. He said nothing and simply nodded.

Seeing that Huoshan had no objections, Guangren turned to Xiao Yifeng and said, “Leave this matter to your Municipal Investigation Bureau. Also, there’s something else—don’t you want to take Sun Desheng’s position? I know the bureau is already in chaos after his resignation. Now is the perfect time for you to move up. If you are interested in becoming the bureau chief, I can help you.”

Xiao Yifeng did not expect Guangren to say this. He was momentarily stunned, then shook his head.

“I’d rather continue as deputy director of the Fifth Division. The chief’s position is good, but too many people are eyeing it. I’m not Sun Desheng—I can’t manage people the way he does. Besides, if I really became chief, I’d be under constant surveillance. I wouldn’t be able to quietly pass information to the two Great Masters like I do now.”

Guangren nodded.

“If you don’t want it, then forget it. It’s just a pity. Your abilities are no less than Sun Desheng’s. In your hands, the bureau would be stronger than it is now. Alright, enough of that—go back and keep an eye on the new chief. Report anything important to me in time.”

After exchanging polite words, Xiao Yifeng got out of the business vehicle and entered another sedan nearby, leaving.

When the car disappeared from sight, Huoshan finally said, “Master, do you believe what he said? Could it really be such a coincidence that he just happened to run into someone using sorcery against Che Qianzi?”

“I have no reason not to believe him,” Guangren said with a faint smile. “Smart people always have a few secrets. As long as he is not trying to go against us, why should I care about such trivial matters? You cannot treat him as a second you. One Huoshan is already enough.”

At the same time, in Sun Desheng and Che Qianzi’s hospital room, the young Taoist still could not tell whether what had just happened was a dream or reality.

In the end, Sun Fatty called Xiao Yifeng, which finally reassured Che Qianzi.

After the call connected, Sun Desheng said with a chuckle, “Hey, Old Xiao, still at the bureau? Why are you running around so late at night again? Hmm? Director Ren sent you out to investigate Ren Lao’er’s case? Come on, it’s the middle of the night—even a production team’s donkey doesn’t get worked like this…”

“Anyway, I saw a figure in the hospital just now—it looked like you. Were you here investigating the morgue?”

“No? You’re on your way to Xiaobei Prison?”

“Alright, I understand. Let me know what you find. I know that prison well.”

After hanging up, Sun Desheng smiled at Che Qianzi.

“He’s on his way to Xiaobei Prison. The guy you saw earlier wasn’t him. Just a nightmare.”

At that moment, the usually calm Shen La spoke up.

“Boss, this Xiao Yifeng has been staying low-key all along, but recently he’s been making appearances. That ambush at Shaguoju—I didn’t even know he had that kind of ability. With his skills, he could easily be a director in the Second Division, at least stronger than the three brothers of Xiong Wanyi.”

Sun Desheng chuckled.

“La Zi, you don’t know this. Old Xiao was specially recruited into the bureau by Old Gao. Unlike other investigators, he has proper orthodox inheritance. Except for the Sixth Division, he has worked in every division. Back then, Old Gao even intended to focus on cultivating him. But then Old Gao passed away first, the bureau collapsed and was rebuilt, and I was too busy running around—so the matter got delayed.”

“I knew he was different,” Shen La said, leaning back on the sofa and glancing at Sun Desheng. “I won’t say more. You know what you’re doing.”

After Shen La finished speaking, Che Qianzi also chimed in.

“Fatty, you seem to treat Xiao Yifeng pretty well. Why not promote him? Make him deputy chief or something.”

“Who said I never thought about it?” Sun Desheng laughed.

“Before I went to America, I even planned to promote Old Xiao. I wanted to make him office director first, let him transition for a year or so, then move him up to deputy chief. But he refused no matter what. He said he preferred staying in his little corner of the Fifth Division, quietly tinkering with all those messy devices.”

While speaking, Sun Desheng glanced at his watch, then yawned.

“It’s almost dawn. Let’s get some sleep. We’ll handle discharge tomorrow. Otherwise, more people will come and cause trouble. Home is still the best…”

Before he finished speaking, he was already snoring.

Shen La and Che Qianzi also returned to their beds.

Fortunately, after falling asleep again, the young Taoist did not have any more “nightmares” and finally slept peacefully.

Not long after, Che Qianzi felt he had just fallen asleep when a ringing phone woke him again. When he opened his eyes, it was already late morning—noon had arrived.

Sun Desheng and Shen La were already dressed, and Sun Fatty was on the phone with Xiao Yifeng.

“The autopsy is done? Mm-hmm, say that again… The surveillance alarm went off first, then the first shot hit the heart directly, and after that, even after ten more shots, the body was still able to move?”

“What does the report say? Mm… same as I guessed—the first shot already destroyed the heart, and the spine was broken into three sections.”

“Alright, let the Second Division take over. Old Xiao, how is Director Ren doing now? Still refusing to leave the bureau after entering?”

“Then handle it yourself. I’ve already resigned, but I can still give you some advice. If Director Ren won’t come out, how are you going to continue the investigation? Fishing requires bait, right? That’s all I’ll say—you figure it out.”

“Right now I’m handling discharge. After you’re done, let’s get a drink together. Don’t let me pay—I’ve got Huang Ran.”

After hanging up, Sun Desheng turned back with a grin.

“You’re awake? I was going to let you sleep a bit longer.”

“The discharge papers are done. Your sister-in-law will come pick us up later.”

Che Qianzi was still groggy. After a moment, he finally cleared his head a bit and said, “Fatty… you don’t think something really happened to my old man, do you? That dream last night still doesn’t feel right. Can you help check? At least find out if he’s alive…”

Sun Desheng smirked.

“You think I haven’t already done that? I’ve already sent people to look. We should have news in three to five days. Knowing your style, he might just be hiding at some widow’s place. Maybe he’s already gotten her pregnant and is about to give you a little junior uncle…”

At that moment, Shao Yiyi arrived to pick them up for discharge. Unexpectedly, the person who came with her was another white-haired member of the Sixth Division, Tu An.

Before Sun Desheng could speak, his wife said first, “By the way—Tu An’s house caught fire this morning. He’s going to stay with us for a few days…”