Which way to go is the road?

The next morning, Qian Luomei listened to her father and wanted to transfer the 1000 yuan as soon as possible to prevent these people from causing trouble again and making everyone in the internet cafe feel uneasy.

As she picked up her handbag to leave, she remembered her bank account. After thinking carefully, she recalled that the scarred man had left the note at the front desk on the first floor.

Qian Luomei went downstairs and called Zhang Chu, who was organizing magazines in the internet lounge.

"Yesterday, that scarred guy left a note here. Did you see it? It has a bank account number on it!"

Zhang Chu tilted his head and thought for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "I saw Xiang Fei pick it up yesterday, but I don't know where he put it!"

"Where are the others?"

"He hasn't arrived yet, but he should be here soon. He usually comes at 8 o'clock sharp!"

Unable to withstand the nagging, while Qian Luomei and Zhang Chu were talking, Xiang Fei pushed open the revolving door and walked in, greeting the two people in the distance!

Good morning, ladies!

"Speak of the devil, and he appears! Sister Luomei, go ask him! I'm getting back to work!" Zhang Chu turned and walked to the internet waiting area to continue his work.

Before Xiang Fei could get close, Qian Luomei took two steps to greet him and came to his side.

"Xiang Fei, what happened to the note the scarred man left at the front desk yesterday? Zhang Chu saw you pick it up!"

"Oh, when Captain Fang was copying the surveillance video, I thought this was also important evidence, so I gave it to him along with the footage!"

"Was it handed over to Fang Dazhi?"

Giving the note to Fang Dazhi undoubtedly put Qian Luomei in a very difficult position. If she asked for it back, she would have to tell him the truth, but he was a policeman. Would he watch his friend pay protection money? The process would inevitably be very complicated, but she couldn't just refuse it. She couldn't very well ask the scarred man to write another one!

Because Qian Luomei was in a state of distress, she spoke loudly, which startled Xiang Fei, who thought something had happened again.

"Yes! What's wrong, Sister Luomei?"

"It's alright, it saves me the trouble of delivering it, that's great! I originally thought this was important evidence and should be handed over to the police, but I didn't expect you to have already done it, excellent! Nothing could be better!"

Qian Luomei absolutely could not tell Xiang Fei or anyone else in the group about sending them money, so she simply lied.

However, these two compliments sounded very awkward to Xiang Fei, but he couldn't find the reason and couldn't figure out what was going on.

"Sister Luomei, when do you think we should implement those suggestions that Lao You and I gave you yesterday? I think the sooner we implement them, the more at ease we'll feel!"

"I have something to take care of right now, let's talk when I get back!"

After Qian Luomei finished speaking, she left "Shuiyunjian" without waiting for Xiang Fei's response, got into her car and drove towards Yandu Public Security Bureau. On the way, she made a phone call to Fang Dazhi.

"Hey! Luo Mei, what's up? Are those guys causing trouble again? I'm coming right away!"

"Brother Dazhi, don't get agitated. Those guys didn't come. I need to talk to you about something."

"What is it? Tell me..."

It was clear from the phone call that Fang Dazhi was very busy, frequently pausing to give instructions. Qian Luomei waited until Fang Dazhi finished explaining his tasks before continuing the conversation.

"Brother Dazhi, where are you? Are you at the police station? I'm on my way there; I need to talk to you in person!"

"Oh, is that so? Then come on over! I'll wait for you!"

Qian Luomei hung up the phone, but her car slowed down instead. She spent the whole way thinking about how to deal with this "childhood friend with whom she grew up naked".

The Public Security Bureau is different from ordinary government departments. Entering and exiting requires registration, stating one's identity, who one is looking for, and even showing one's ID card, etc., which is a very cumbersome procedure. Therefore, Fang Dazhi estimated the time when Qian Luomei would arrive and took the initiative to come to the gate to greet her, which saved a lot of trouble.

Qian Luomei followed Fang Dazhi around the building, finally stopping in a place where people were coming and going frequently and everyone seemed to be walking very anxiously.

They entered a two-person office, but the other person wasn't there. Fang Dazhi told Qian Luomei to sit wherever she liked and took a paper cup from the cabinet to pour her some water.

"What do you want?" The policeman's usual straightforwardness was especially evident in Fang Dazhi.

Qian Luomei had been thinking about how to start the conversation the whole way, so she took a sip of water to calm herself down. Thinking about the purpose of her trip, she decided to start with the note.

"Brother Dazhi, that scarred guy left me a note yesterday. I heard you took it? Could you give it back to me?"

"A note? Oh, there is a note with a bank account number on it! What do you need that for? It's evidence I collected; we might need it later!" Fang Dazhi said, revealing the answer before Qian Luomei could reply: "You don't actually intend to transfer money to them, do you?"

Seeing Qian Luomei nod, Fang Dazhi immediately looked furious. He pointed at her, wanting to say something, but then hesitated, realizing it was inappropriate. He paced back and forth, thinking for a long time, before finally blurting out what he thought was the right thing to say.

"You're condoning crime! I shouldn't have let those people go when I knew about this note! Luo Mei, go. I can't do things that violate my principles!"

"Fine, I won't pay. Then you just need to arrest them all, especially that 'Ninth Master.' Catch them all. I don't want to condone crime, so just arrest all the criminals!"

Seeing Fang Dazhi's furious appearance, Qian Luomei not only refused to say anything to appease him, but also got angry and directly confronted him.

This silenced Fang Dazhi, who muttered, "We can't catch this person anytime soon. We don't have any evidence, and this little note of yours isn't that powerful!"

"Yes, you know this person has connections, so he can't be touched for the time being. What can I do? I'm in business. Today he sends a group of people to smash my feng shui ornaments, tomorrow he sends another group to smash the windows and computers in my internet cafe, and he might even attack people! Every time I call you? Yes, you always come and you can arrest them, but we can't find the mastermind behind it, and the harassment keeps going on. How am I supposed to do business?"

A barrage of words immediately deflated Fang Dazhi, who slumped into his seat, speechless and unable to respond!

Seeing Fang Dazhi like this, Qian Luomei felt heartbroken again—what a good childhood friend and older brother he was, always rushing to the front without hesitation whenever she was in trouble; he was also such a good policeman, working tirelessly day and night, making so many merits and receiving so many awards!

"I'm sorry, Brother Dazhi! I didn't mean it. Actually, you did very well, but sometimes a person's power is very limited. Just like this matter, there's nothing you can do, and I'm helpless too. So let's just lower our heads and let it pass!"

Fang Dazhi gradually raised his head, his solemn face revealing a pair of sincere and upright eyes, calm and profound.

"You're right, one person's power is very limited, but I will do my best to restore a bright and clear world for the people! Yes, they may be successful for a time, but I believe there are still more good people than bad in the world, and bad people will eventually face their just desserts!"

"Brother Dazhi, I..."

Fang Dazhi raised his hand to interrupt Qian Luomei: "Alright, Luomei! You don't need to say anything more. I definitely won't give you the note, because it's evidence I collected, and we have regulations!"

"Alright then, I'll think of something else. Sorry to bother you, Brother Dazhi!"

Qian Luomei walked out of the Municipal Public Security Bureau with her head down and a sense of dejection. She sat in the car, sighed, and messed up her hair to vent her frustration.

"Ring ring! Ring ring!"

The phone rang, and Qian Luomei listlessly picked it up and glanced at it. It turned out to be a multimedia message. Upon closer inspection, it was a picture with a string of numbers and a bank name scrawled on it.

Facing Qian Luomei's car, Fang Dazhi, inside the window, sighed again while holding his phone, but then grinned happily at the thought of Qian Luomei's animated gestures.