Chapter 366
"Brother Tian, do you believe He Biandan would kill someone?"
Ye Tian frowned, "What do you know?"
"Five million! Zheng Ergou, no, Zheng Dazhi’s house is hiding five million!"
Having five million in a small police officer’s house is already unbelievable, but looking at Chuanzi’s expression, it seemed that the focus was not even on the five million. "Just speak your mind. I’ve only just gotten wind of some things myself, He Ku and I have been on the run recently, only came back today. Tell me everything you know, otherwise, I can’t help you."
Chuanzi swallowed, "Would you really help me?"
"Do you have any other choice even if you don’t trust me?"
Chuanzi hesitated and sighed. Ye Tian was right; he came back because he could no longer bear the pressure this package brought him. He needed to find someone who could handle this content. Duan Liu was an option, but he knew his master’s temper all too well. He had not refrained from abandoning his allies to save himself, and he had done it more than once. Although they were master and apprentice, he couldn’t be sure of an overt relationship; "A wise man does not stand under a wall that is about to collapse," Duan Liu fully embodied the meanings of these ancestral words; although a thief, if investigated, this guy’s background is cleaner than a blank sheet of paper.
Chuanzi also thought of others, like the brothers he mixed with, but as soon as the thought crossed his mind, he immediately dismissed it. He knew exactly what kind of people they were, it would be good enough if they didn’t wet their pants on the spot, let alone expect them to come up with ideas to help him. After thinking it over, Chuanzi still ended up thinking of Ye Tian who lived under the same roof. He had witnessed Ye Tian’s ferocity in the Zheng family’s yard, single-handedly taking on dozens of their men, fiercely battling the death-defying Zheng brothers and their even more reckless old man. He had also seen his sagacity and intelligence. Although a thief, his ability to judge people and his sixth sense were far above ordinary people. He vaguely felt that Ye Tian was no ordinary man. Besides, how could a man who mingles in a mixed courtyard wear a white shirt inside, that shirt he had seen before, once when he stole from a rich second-generation driving a Porsche, he remembered the gold pin on the collar.