The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 363

Zheng Sanpao was somewhat afraid of his police son, glanced at him, picked up the hat on the kang and put it on his head. He wrapped himself in a cotton jacket, and despite feeling somewhat cold, he wound a scarf around his neck. It wasn’t until Zheng Sanpao left the house that Zheng Dazhi moved, glanced at the Bodhisattva statue in the living room which exuded a serene and wise aura, enshrouded by the incense smoke as if cloaked in an ethereal mist.

Almost as if possessed, as Zheng Dazhi reached the entrance of the living room, he slowly stepped back again, retreating under the gaze of the Bodhisattva; anyone would be shocked to see this.

He lit three incense sticks and offered them.

The glowing ember at the tip of the incense flickered faintly, seemingly whispering something. Zheng Dazhi was momentarily captivated, nurturing a fleeting thought of dedicating himself to Buddhism and escaping the suffering of the secular world. But it was just a moment before he was snapped back to reality, back to his usual state of exhaustive contemplation. Abruptly, his face soured,

"I trust you! Trusting you makes me a fool!"

Unsympathetically, he harshly pulled out the incense sticks he had just offered, and upon leaving the house, he casually threw them into the snow pile at the corner of the wall.

Entering the backyard, Zheng Dazhi went into his own room, turned on the light; there was a bed, a table, and next to the bed, a small cabinet with three drawers holding some tobacco, alcohol, and some money.

He didn’t lie down. Instead, Zheng Dazhi exited his room and went to the room that had been burglarized half a month ago.

Having been an eagle in the police for decades, he couldn’t believe he was pecked blind by a mere home sparrow – after all, it was his own brother who had brought the burglar into his home.

Everything looked unchanged, with no visible signs of the burglary. Fundamentally, Zheng Dazhi was quite satisfied with Chuanzi’s skills; on handling some details, this petty thief proved even more skilled than an experienced police officer. Footprints in the snow, cigarette butts wedged in the door gap, fingerprints, and cotton stuffed in the door hinges to muffle sounds, all attested to the thief’s sophisticated methods. However, he had overlooked one fatal detail – the money box set up on the house beam.

Despite all the careful calculations and caution, a significant lapse was left. Zheng Dazhi couldn’t fathom the oversight, but he later came to realize, dealing with Zheng Ergou was no easy feat, especially when the treasure underground was found by himself alone—maintaining that millennia-old Huaxia tradition of hoarding wealth.

Instead of worrying about the lapse, he decided to gamble big; he was betting that whatever was hidden underground was formidable enough to offset this mistake.

He won the bet.

Zheng Dazhi grew to admire this little thief; no – he wasn’t just a petty thief, he was a bona fide disciple of the Thief King... Thief King!

Suddenly, Zheng Dazhi found a new avenue; perhaps locating the Thief King would yield...No, it wasn’t that simple. Zheng Dazhi dismissed this initial thought. It was true Duan Liu was the Thief King, well-known in the underworld, but that title wasn’t undeserved, at least Zheng Dazhi didn’t have his criminal record. Figuring out how to find him was indeed a brain-racking task. Those who had a name in the underworld weren’t easy to provoke, and if they couldn’t win by fair means, they’d adopt foul ones. It’s not about fearing their bite, but their chase. freewebnσvel.cøm

As for the endeavor to find Duan Liu, Zheng Dazhi decided to put it on hold for now.

Approaching the desk, Zheng Dazhi crouched down and felt the soil. According to Zheng Ergou, what was beneath the ground was discovered by Chuanzi’s urination. Although bizarre, Zheng Dazhi believed in Chuanzi’s ability. He had once heard of Duan Liu’s grave-robbing skills and since Chuan was his apprentice, it was possible he had taught Chuan a thing or two about discerning soil types. The likelihood was high.

Zheng Dazhi and Ergou discussed that there was more money hidden beneath, which was entirely a deceptive lie. There wasn’t a penny under the ground, the box merely contained a few influential documents and other trifles, yet, if managed properly, they were worth more than ten billion, or even a billion or two wasn’t bad either if played around.

But with Chuanzi having taken it, it wasn’t good news as the contents could threaten many people. If it got out, it would implicate many. He had meticulously safeguarded these items for five years, constantly being vigilant, only for them to be washed out by a bout of urine. It was laughable if words got out.

Thinking too much was pointless; it was imperative to find Chuanzi. Although He Biandan had been taken to the municipal station, there was no immediate worry. Even dragging it out was fine since only a dead person and Zhou Xiaogang, who was under control, knew about the five million. Chuanzi was the only other person left. Others posed no threat; ordinary people would be deemed idiots just by mentioning five million, taking it as nothing serious.

Chuanzi – perhaps it was necessary to visit his master?

Zheng Dazhi began to contemplate his strategy.

The residence of Chuanzi’s master had always been shrouded in mystery. If it weren’t for Chuanzi’s father taking him to be apprenticed, even Chuanzi wouldn’t know.

Duan Liu’er was a legend in the underworld, and all legendary figures had a few tricks up their sleeve. Duan Liu had more than just one or two; he had three – smoking, drinking, and engaging in homosexual acts. Yes, you heard right, this seemingly composed middle-aged man indulged in such activities. Although Huaxia didn’t have explicit legal provisions against it, it generally faced societal disdain. Nonetheless, if it’s his personal matter, where he chooses to ’plug’ is his business, who are you to say anything?

These three rules weren’t concealed, and most people in the underworld knew a least a little; it wasn’t a matter of shame, as everyone has their own hobbies.

Zheng Dazhi knew it too, and he also knew of the most prominent gay bar in Beiping. Inside, men shared similar interests - plain yet famous among insiders. In this era, soliciting prostitutes was easy, but seeking homosexual partners required more effort. With such a prime spot available, it was naturally favored.

He was quite fortunate, meeting the renowned Thief King, Duan Liu, on his first visit.

Getting inside wasn’t easy since it was his first time and new faces always attracted suspicion. Some even approached him offering special services, causing him much embarrassment.

The place was just an ordinary bar. The moment you entered, you faced the bar counter. Scattered around were several sofas, arranged with great taste, playing soft music, creating the perfect ambiance for flirting.