Chapter 117
Jian Yao’s impression of Zheng Chen was of a young man who was taciturn, arrogant, and somewhat childish. More like a stubborn big kid than a leader in a criminal gang. They had not interacted much in the past few days. Yet, he had come.
Zheng Chen said, “I want a word with the two of them.”
The gangster standing guard felt very awkward, “Zheng ge, this is against procedure, Boss has ordered . . .”
“Boss isn’t here, and I’m just going to talk to them,” Zheng Chen interrupted impatiently.
The gang member didn’t say anything else.
It was briefly quiet outside the door before Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao heard Zheng Chen’s voice once again. “Are the two of you really police officers?”
Jian Yao looked at Bo Jinyan. He rubbed his chin lightly and said, in a resonant voice, “Whether we are or not is no longer important. Buddha’s Hand believes that we are.”
Zheng Chen fell silent for a heartbeat. Then, he said, “But, the two of you always deceived us.”
Bo Jinyan laughed self-deprecatingly. “It was just part of the job.”