At midnight, a nightclub in Bangkok Chinatown.

"One step is wrong and lifelong mistake, go to the sea to dance for life..."

A melodious song with a typical Hong Kong and Taiwan style from the 1980s and 1990s slowly rang in this retro nightclub.

On the stage, an old man in his fifties and sixties, wearing a white shirt and gray trousers, was dancing briskly while holding a microphone, looking leisurely and contented. He seemed to have not seen dozens of tall and strong men around him.

At this time, several strong men in black led a short middle-aged man in front of him.

After seeing the old man on the stage, the middle-aged man immediately shouted respectfully: "Mr. Yan."

The old man named Mr. Yan seemed to be immersed in the wonderful singing voice, his eyes closed, as if he had not heard the middle-aged man at all.

Seeing that Mr. Yan did not reply, the middle-aged man immediately said, "Mr. Yan, we have found the person who stole your gold."

Mr. Yan opened his eyes, put the microphone beside his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Then won't you police go and arrest him?"

"this……"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a few seconds and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, Mr. Yan, the suspect we confirmed was killed."

"Are you killed?" Mr. Yan sneered and waved his hand to signal the person standing by the singing stage to turn off the music.

The man immediately understood and after pressing the pause, the nightclub suddenly became quiet.

Sudden.

Step, step, step...

The sound of footsteps, which were small but heavy, slowly rang out.

Every step made the middle-aged man turn his head down. When Mr. Yan walked to him, his head was almost buried in his chest.

Mr. Yan said coldly: "Officer Kapa, ​​you are here to tell me that the suspect was killed and I can't find my gold?"

"No!" Kapa shook his head desperately and said quickly: "Mr. Yan, don't worry, we will definitely find your gold for you. In addition to the suspect's body, there is also a suspected weapon at the scene of the crime. Our people are doing fingerprint comparisons, and it has been confirmed that it is not the suspect's fingerprint."

"Whose fingerprint is it?"

"It's not clear yet. People from the evidence department are still working on fingerprint comparisons. I'll let them complete it as fast as possible before I come."

Dingling...

The phone rang, it was Cappa. He hurriedly took out his phone from his pocket. When he was about to hang up, he found that it was his subordinates calling. After he hesitating for a few seconds, he looked at Mr. Yan and said, "Mr. Yan, it was called from my bureau. Maybe the evidence department has done fingerprint comparison. Can I answer it?"

Mr. Yan glanced at him, turned around and looked away.

If you don’t object, you agree! Capa immediately pressed the answer button and turned on the hands-free, "Hey, Songka, is there any result in fingerprint comparison?"

"That's right, sir." The person on the other end of the phone shouted: "The results of fingerprint comparison have come out. We used the archive system in the bureau to search and confirm the fingerprint identity on the demon-subduing pestle."

"Then why don't you tell me who it is!" Capa roared.

"It's Kuntai's horseman, a guy named Tang Ren in Chinatown."

"Okay, I understand, I'll go back right away."

After getting what he wanted, Kapa immediately hung up the phone and said respectfully: "Mr. Yan, the fingerprint comparison result has come out, it's..."

"I heard it." Mr. Yan waved his hand to stop the other party's words, frowned and asked, "Kuntai? I remember it seems to be a superintendent of your police station?"

"Yes, Mr. Yan, don't worry. If Kuntai had planned it, I wouldn't let him go."

After saying that, Capa paused and asked in fear: "Mr. Yan, do you think we are going to catch the guy named Tang Ren, or..."

"It's your police's business. I just need to find my gold. As for who the suspect is, I don't care at all." Mr. Yan glanced at Kapa and said lightly: "Okay, Kapa, ​​it's getting late, our nightclub is about to close. If you want to come and have fun, it's better to hurry up tomorrow."

"Yes, Mr. Yan, I'll go back first, I won't bother you to close."

Kapa retreated little by little, and after walking about one meter away, he turned around and left in a hurry.

After the person left, a subordinate leaned forward and said, "Boss, I have seen that guy Tang Ren before in Chinatown. Do you want me to take someone over and catch him back for interrogation?"

"No."

Mr. Yan shook his head: "The police are responsible for solving the case. I only want my gold. If you want to solve the case so much, are you a policeman?"

In the last sentence, he augmented his voice.

This made the subordinate frightened and immediately bent down and said, "I'm too much."

"Okay, get up." Mr. Yan didn't look at the man and waved directly to everyone in the hall, "Let's go back, it's getting late."

"Yes, Mr. Yan!"

Dozens of strong men stood up and shouted, and quickly retreated out in a convenient and convenient manner.

After Mr. Yan was left in the nightclub, he turned around and looked at the huge dance hall and whispered: "Please stare at the guy named Tang Ren. Whether he is the one who steals my gold or not, he must not let him leave Bangkok!"

Mr. Yan seemed to be talking to himself, no one responded or answered, but after he finished speaking, he left the nightclub with satisfaction.

...

The next morning, A Xiang Xiaolou.

On the balcony outside the men's bathroom, Gu Ren brushed his teeth while watching the bustling market downstairs. As yesterday, the bustling city downstairs was still prosperous, but his mind was not here at this moment.

One, two, three, four, five...eight people!

Is it the police going to arrest Tang Ren? But the people don’t look very similar.

Gu Ren rinsed his mouth, spit out the foam from his mouth, turned around and walked back to the men's bathroom. After he left the view downstairs, his expression gradually became solemn.

Five or six minutes ago, when he got up and went out to wash in the bathroom, he accidentally swept the downtown downstairs and noticed a tall and strong man eating in a breakfast shop, looking at his small building through the wide glass window.

At first, Gu Ren didn't care much, just thought the other party was sweeping by accident, but when his keen eyes saw a man smoking by the fruit stall in the corner of the street. The man's eyes were also staring at his small building, Gu Ren immediately became suspicious and immediately walked into the men's bathroom with vigilance.

When he came out again, he pretended to be someone who wanted to brush his teeth on the balcony.

Through keen and quick observation, Gu Ren quickly locked in eight people. Their eyes looked at him more than a dozen times in one minute. The most important eight people were tall and strong men.

At that time, Gu Ren thought that the local police had found Tang Ren's fingerprints and was about to come and arrest the guy, but his keen vision soon found traces of tattoos on the exposed parts of these people's arms, necks, etc.

Although I don’t know if the police officers are allowed to have tattoos in Thailand, it is impossible that it is so coincidental that there are eight people sent to monitor, right?

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Chapter completed!