At thirty, I started my comeback from the intelligence system.

Wang Meng was focused on hitting Chen Geng when he was suddenly bumped, lost his balance, slipped, bumped his elbow on the car door, and his hand slipped, causing the wrench to hit his forehead.

With a soft "thud," though not loud, it still made him wince in pain and see stars.

"Brother Meng! Are you alright?" Zhang Xiaoqiang, feigning panic, helped Wang Meng up, his acting exaggerated. "Look at you, so careless!"

He took the opportunity to wink at Chen Geng in the car and shook his head slightly, signaling him to make a quick getaway.

Chen Geng understood immediately, and his face changed to one of "concern" and "helplessness": "Brother, look at this... I already said it was fine, how did you still fall? Why don't you check your injury first? I'm in a hurry."

Wang Meng covered his forehead, feeling both angry and in pain, thinking that today was truly bizarre!

He looked at Chen Geng, who had an "innocent" look on his face, and then at Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was "frantically" helping him up. He felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Damn it..." Wang Meng struggled to stand up, feeling humiliated in front of his target, and became even more furious, pushing Zhang Xiaoqiang away.

"I'm fine! Kid, get down here! This isn't over!"

Zhang Xiaoqiang cursed Wang Meng inwardly, thinking, "Brother Meng, forget it. This guy doesn't look like someone to mess with. What if he really has connections... We're still on the street... Look, someone's coming over there!"

His words were partly a dissuasion, and partly a reminder to Wang Meng not to get carried away.

Wang Meng glanced around and saw that some vehicles were already slowing down and observing. He hesitated for a moment, unaware that Zhang Xiaoqiang was making another move behind him.

Chen Geng mentally gave Zhang Xiaoqiang a thumbs-up, then feigned surprise and pointed to the rear tire of the bread truck: "Hey, your tires seem to be flat? Did you hit the curb earlier?"

Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaoqiang looked down and saw that the right rear tire was indeed flat.

Wang Meng was practically spitting blood: "Damn it! Everything was fine during the morning checkup!"

"Maybe you rushed out too fast and bumped into that sharp rock." Zhang Xiaoqiang "kindly" pointed to an inconspicuous piece of gravel at the side road, directly blaming Wang Meng for his dangerous driving.

Wang Meng recalled that there did seem to be a bump, but he didn't know if it was that serious. A minor scrape could be attributed to Chen Geng, but a tire blowout was clearly a staged accident! Did they just abandon all reason and start a fight?

Yang Yongchao watched this farce from inside the car, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

This is no longer a simple case of provoking trouble; it's more like a deliberate provocation riddled with flaws and utterly ridiculous.

He opened the car door and walked over.

Because he was wearing a police uniform and had a tall, straight posture, he exuded an aura as soon as he appeared.

Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaoqiang looked up and saw Yang Yongchao, and their expressions changed simultaneously.

They all worked at nightclubs, so they naturally recognized Officer Yang, who used to be in charge of public security.

"Officer Yang..." Wang Meng stammered, still holding a wrench in his hand.

Zhang Xiaoqiang also lowered his head, his eyes flickering.

Yang Yongchao glanced at them, then looked at Chen Geng, who was standing to the side with a "I am the victim" expression, and his suspicions deepened.

These two thugs clearly recognized him and seemed nervous when they saw him.

Did they cause trouble for Chen Geng because of him, or because of... something else?

For example, Chen Geng might "know" something that touched a nerve with some people?

"What's going on?" Yang Yongchao asked in a businesslike manner.

"It's nothing, Officer Yang, it's just a small misunderstanding. We just had a flat tire and we're changing it right now," Wang Meng said quickly, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Yes, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding," Zhang Xiaoqiang echoed.

Chen Geng then spoke up, his tone calm: "Officer Yang, they tried to cut me off while driving and even banged on my window. But it looks like an accident; the tire is flat, so let it go."

Yang Yongchao gave Chen Geng a deep look, then turned to Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaoqiang: "Who are you? Do you know me?"

Wang Meng stiffened: "Well, Officer Yang, I wouldn't dare lie to you, my brother and I are both employees of the Royal Palace Nightclub."

"Lu Jiahao's men? Go back and tell him that if there's anything, he should go through the proper channels. Don't resort to these underhanded tricks. If there's a next time, don't blame me for handling things strictly by the book."

"Yes, yes, Officer Yang, we're just small fry, we don't know anything, we'll be going right now!" Wang Meng felt like he'd been granted a pardon. He and Zhang Xiaoqiang hurriedly changed the spare tire and sped away in their wobbly van.

Yang Yongchao then turned to Chen Geng, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Are you alright?"

"It's nothing, thank you, Officer Yang." Chen Geng smiled. "I didn't expect to run into you."

"I didn't expect that either," Yang Yongchao said meaningfully. "Could you give me a ride, and while we're at it...we can chat?"

Chen Geng knew that the main topic was about to be discussed.

He nodded, and Yang Yongchao opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

In the car, Yang Yongchao didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Chen Geng, yesterday the Municipal Bureau received an anonymous email warning that an international mercenary organization called 'Green Hell Legion' may have infiltrated Shenzhen. The technical department has done some investigation."

He paused, observing Chen Geng's expression in the rearview mirror: "The sender's clues point to your neighborhood. Do you have anything to say?"

Chen Geng sighed inwardly, realizing he had underestimated the police's investigative capabilities. He had thought that changing the virtual IP would make it impossible to trace the suspect.

"Anonymous email? Warning about international mercenaries? And it's pointing to my house? Captain Yang, this... I have absolutely no idea what's going on!"

"Chen Geng, now that I've found you, stop pretending. I owe you a favor. Just tell me what you know, and I'll take responsibility for what I can, understand?" Yang Yongchao had no intention of beating around the bush.

Chen Geng gave a wry smile, his mind racing, and said, "Captain Yang is a straightforward person! I don't know much about him... but I have indeed heard some rumors."

"Oh? What rumors?" Yang Yongchao pressed.

"My ex-wife, Su Qingqing, is now with Lu Shiming. As you may know, Lu Shiming's cousin is Lu Jiahao."

Chen Geng had already figured out how to say it and began to weave a story that was half true and half false.

"Yesterday I heard from a former colleague that Su Qingqing was bragging about how Young Master Lu knows some incredible international figures who can get things done... She also said that there's going to be some big developments in Shenzhen soon, and some people should 'be smart'... At the time, I just thought she was exaggerating and didn't take it to heart. Could it be... related to this legion?"

He cleverly pushed the time of "hearing the rumors" to "yesterday", obscured the source of the information to "former colleagues", and grafted the content onto Su Qingqing and Lu Shiming's boasting, implying that the information might have come from Lu's family circle.

At the same time, he also pointed out Lu Jiahao, connecting him to the attack just now. He seemed to say nothing, yet it was as if he had said everything.

Yang Yongchao tightened his grip on the steering wheel. Chen Geng's words implied that the information might have leaked from the Lu family and he had overheard it unintentionally. This also explained why Lu Jiahao had sent people to cause him trouble—because he might have "heard" something he shouldn't have. Yang Yongchao automatically assumed that the "colleague" in Chen Geng's words was Chen Geng himself.

More importantly, these words subtly pointed the clues about "international mercenaries" to Lu Jiahao, and even the Lu family! Considering that Zhang Guowei's death might involve the Lu family, Lu Jiahao's underworld background, and his recent attack on Chen Geng, who "might know"... all of this seems to connect!

A chilling suspicion formed in Yang Yongchao's mind: Could Lu Jiahao, or the Lu family, be connected to this "Green Hell Legion"? Behind the Lu family are officials like Lu Jingxiang; if they are colluding with foreign forces… the consequences would be…

What exactly did Zhang Guowei discover that led to his death?