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"All of it," Shi Boren gritted his teeth with narrowed eyes. "In this case, the Mu family really isn't human. To protect their son, they'd use any despicable means."

"Let's investigate Ying Zhihe," Zhou Fengxu believed that a case that could make both readers furious must have involved her family not letting the Mu family off easily.

"But... Ying Zhihe is already dead," Shi Boren didn't understand how a dead person could seek revenge.

It was Luo Qizhong who clarified the puzzle. "We need to investigate Ying Zhihe's family."

"Oh," Shi Boren suddenly understood. "Brother Xu suspects... Ying Zhihe's family was involved!"

With a new lead, the group immediately started their investigation without further ado. It was almost lunchtime, but they were all too preoccupied to eat as they rushed out.

As they left, they happened to see the door of Team A's office open just across from them.

Zhou Fengxu ignored it and tried to leave with his team, only to be stopped by Zhao Jun.

Zhao Jun wore a black leather jacket with his hands in his pockets, forcing a smile. "Detective Zhou, going out on a case?"

"Excuse us," Zhou Fengxu paused in his steps.

"Zhou Sahzhan truly is," Zhao Jun mocked with his colleagues in tow, "A wealthy scion, the future heir of the powerful Zhou family. So it turns out he has to hustle for supplies like us, huh?"

"You have money, why not just delegate it to your subordinates?"

He despised Zhou Fengxu with every fiber of his being.

Back in school, Zhou Fengxu had always overshadowed him.

And after graduation, they even ended up in the same police station.

Rich boys should be frivolous playboys, living life to the fullest without a care. Why did they have to compete with him, someone from a humble background, for opportunities?

The mention of 'subordinate' shifted the atmosphere subtly.

They were all part of a team working together to solve cases and maintain Hong Kong's social stability. It was fate that brought them together, and facing high-stakes criminals, they were all comrades risking life and limb.

Yet, in Zhao Jun's eyes, they were merely underlings?

The members of Team A all had their heads down in the rear.

Zhao Jun unbuttoned his leather jacket, revealing the gun holstered at his waist. "We were classmates, you won't even say hello?"

Zhou Fengxu changed direction and briskly passed by Zhao Jun, his trench coat billowing with his pace. His brows were knitted tightly, his entire focus absorbed in the case, leaving no room for distractions.

"Ren, drive!"

"Received!" Shi Boren hastily followed, forcefully pushing past Zhao Jun. He turned back with a sharp tone. "Get out of the way, botherer!"

Zhao Jun released his grip, his expression turning cold.

He buttoned up his leather jacket, concealing the gun once more.

Team A nudged each other. "Brother Jun, let's go eat in the canteen first."

"Right, let's eat in the canteen first."

"Eat? Nowhere to go!" The inspector from Team A arrived with police officers in tow. With a command, they apprehended Zhao Jun.

Zhao Jun, caught off guard, asked, "Why are you arresting me?"

The inspector's tone was icy cold. "We've received a report that you've taken bribes and obstructed justice. Please cooperate with our investigation."

Zhao Jun initially intended to deny the allegations, but when the inspector presented evidence right in his face, he realized his wrongdoing was utterly exposed. His shoulders slumped in defeat.

Chapter 75

At Temple Street.

After Chu Yuening finished reading the newspaper, she neatly folded it away.

"What's so interesting about a murder case?" Zhang Jiande playfully asked, removing his pipe from his mouth. "Brother De's restaurant just got a fresh batch of exquisite abalone. Would you like to join me for lunch and give them a try?"

Chu Yuening straightened up and smiled. "Brother De is treating us, so we must accept."

"Alright." Zhang Jiande called out to Shanpo, who was preparing to leave. "Shanpo, come along too."

"I'll pass on that," Shanpo waved her hand, squinting and baring her dentures as she tapped them. "I just got these new false teeth for a thousand dollars. I don't want to risk losing them all before I can even taste the abalone."

Zhang Jiande knew very well that Shanpo was just being polite.

Back then, Shanpo would often say that Brother De was too generous, always inviting friends for meals even when there was no occasion. He was bound to suffer losses.

"I really won't go."

"You have to come, why not?"

Zhang Jiande paid no heed and took Shanpo's hand, leading her towards the restaurant. "New dentures should be tested in crucial moments. Besides, I'm not serving only abalone, there are other dishes as well."

The petite old lady was hastily dragged along, still protesting, "I'm not going, I'm not going."

Zhang Jiande ignored him and called out, "Ning Ning, lunch will be served promptly at noon."

"OK, I'm coming," Chu Yuening packed up her stall, removing the 'Open for Business' sign from the glass cabinet. Just then, a car drove into Temple Street.

At lunchtime, the street was deserted as everyone had gone to eat, allowing the vehicle to pull right up to her stall before stopping.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Mu Kuan's stern face in the backseat. He wore a tailored gray suit with a white handkerchief in the breast pocket. Sharp eyes contrasted with a small patch of reddened skin beneath them.

It was clear that the consecutive deaths of Mu Xingwang and Yu Xinchi had deeply affected him.

"Miss Chu, there are some matters I'd like to discuss with you," he said.

The girl didn't seem surprised by his arrival; she simply acknowledged it with an "Oh" and made no further move.

Mu Kuan's sharp gaze swept over the empty stall, devoid even of basic seating. He frowned.

"Miss Chu seems not to be well-versed in hospitality," he observed.

Chu Yuening made no gesture to invite him in, offering only a shallow smile through the car window. "When it comes to hospitality, I trust no one surpasses Mister Mu. Inviting someone to the police station and attempting to impose guilt is truly enlightening."

Not throwing a bucket of water at him was already an indication of her good temper.

"Sharp-tongued," Mu Kuan said, preparing to exit the vehicle. "Aren't you running a fortune-telling stall? I've come for a reading."