The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 390

"Uncle, Dazhi has been absent from work for several days, and he didn’t say a word to me. I asked his colleagues around, and they also have no idea. As far as I know, comrade Zheng Dazhi is usually a very responsible person, what happened this time... Could something have happened at home, or is he feeling unwell? If there’s any hardship at home, just speak up, and the station will try to take care of it."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Sanpao twisted his hands nervously and rubbed them nonstop. Even he, simple as he might be, knew something had happened; Zheng Dazhi wasn’t at home that was for sure, but he wasn’t in the station either, so where could he have gone?

"Director, this... Dazhi isn’t at home either!"

Zheng Sanpao sounded somewhat anxious. Cheng Gong quickly laughed and said, "Look at what you’re saying, I’m just a little police station director, definitely not some high-ranking bureau chief."

Zheng Sanpao was in a hurry and couldn’t care about such things; he just felt that the man in front of him was being pretentious, why bother with such truths at this time?

Cheng Gong thought for a moment and then said, "Let’s do this for now. Uncle, think about it, from which day did Dazhi not come back home, and did he say anything before leaving? Did he do anything unusual or say anything special that was different from usual? You can tell me all about these things. Dazhi is an old colleague of the station, we can’t ignore his trouble. It would be best if we could contact him, but his mobile phone is also unreachable, this is obviously a sign of trouble. Oh, right, have you looked for family members, relatives, and the like? With the New Year approaching, isn’t it possible he’s gone to find relatives or acquaintances... Hehe, think about it again."

Who’s in the mood for jokes? Zheng Sanpao was getting fiery, really wanted to smack Cheng Gong right there, but remembering his identity, he suppressed the anger in his heart and said with a stifled voice, "Director Cheng, I’ll have to trouble you this time. I just want to ask, did Dazhi offend anyone at the station or run into some troublesome issues at work? It’s not like him to run away from home over nothing. He’s a grown man; he can distinguish what’s trivial from what’s not."

"Now that it’s the end of the year, work tasks are heavy, with overtime often more than usual, and a larger workload can naturally lead to some emotions. Add to that conflicts and frictions with others, it’s possible that a small matter could lead to serious consequences. Usually, nobody would talk about such things. Even you, his father, don’t know, let alone other people. How about this? Uncle, you go back home, wait another couple of days, or look for some relatives living in the countryside, and see if they know anything. Dazhi isn’t a child; he knows his limits. He wouldn’t simply disappear without notice. Don’t you agree?"

I get it now, he’s playing Tai Chi and being sneaky with me. He just wants me to leave, well, I’ll leave!

Zheng Sanpao didn’t say anything more; he got up silently and walked towards the door. Just as he was about to leave, something came to mind, and he turned back to down the cup of tea on the table in one go. When he left, he slammed the tempered glass door so hard that it rattled loudly.

"Hmph, quite the temper!"

Cheng Gong hummed disdainfully, and at the same time, the telephone on the desk rang; it was an unfamiliar number. Guessing the identity of the caller, Cheng Gong carefully picked up the phone and pressed it to his ear,

"Director Cheng, happy New Year."

Sure enough, it was that voice. Upon hearing this not-too-harsh tone, the heart that Cheng Gong had been hanging for days finally settled.

"Minister Zhou, I’ve really been looking forward to your call, I thought you didn’t want me anymore..."

The person on the other end obviously didn’t want to hear Cheng Gong’s flattery and cut him off mercilessly, "Director Cheng, I’ve already handled the matter for you, removed the people standing in your way, cleared away the troublesome things. Just gather all the evidence securely. Tomorrow or the day after, I will send that recording to you. As for what he has in his hands, I can only support you, but the main effort must come from you. As the director of the station, I don’t just want you sitting there for appearances."

The tone had become stern, and although Cheng Gong couldn’t see him, the undertone of the words sent a shiver down his spine. He nodded quickly, "I understand, I understand."

"Oh, and if a man named Ye Tian comes looking for you, make sure to cooperate with him, don’t give him a hard time. He’s someone you can’t afford to provoke, and someone you shouldn’t. You get what I mean?"

"I understand, definitely cooperate, definitely cooperate!"

The person on the other end seemed hesitant, then spoke in a muffled voice, "Things have gotten tricky now, you better be more astute. You can’t mess up at this critical moment; otherwise, everyone involved will be doomed. Even if you run to the United States, escaping to Mars wouldn’t work!"

A series of "beeps" of a disconnected line came through the phone.

The call ended.

"Fuck, do you think I’m easily frightened?!" Cheng Gong slammed the telephone onto the table, breaking it into pieces, and his face twitched.

The mention of the United States in the call was precisely where his family was. He had started moving his family overseas three years earlier. He thought it was done covertly, and even if someone found out, it wouldn’t be until after he had left. But it turned out that people knew long before, and now it was being mentioned on the phone.

God damn it, you lot are the thieves! You’re the clever ones! Damn it, may you all get hit by cars when you leave your homes!

After smashing the phone, Cheng Gong sat down and thought that it was better to adjust the strategy. He reached for the phone, realized it was shattered, helplessly picked up his mobile phone, made a call, and then yelled towards the yard, "Someone come fix the phone!"

...

Zheng Sanpao walked on, utterly despondent and lost in thought. Now his mind wasn’t on Zheng Dazhi but his second son, Zheng Ergou, who had not returned home for at least ten days. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t worry because a father knows his child. Ergou’s behavior wasn’t unusual; not coming home for ten to fifteen days was normal. But given the current situation, things felt awry. Associating the current events with the past small conflicts between his sons, Zheng Sanpao felt increasingly panicky.

As he walked, someone came towards him.

As the saying goes, enemies are bound to meet on a narrow road, and Zheng Sanpao happened to encounter Ye Tian at this juncture - the very guy who almost stabbed him to death and turned his once peaceful home upside down.