Chapter 393: Chapter 372: Uncle, my patience is limited!
"Liar!" Lao Chen grabbed the drugs from Xiao Lin’s hand, lunged forward, knocked Xiao Lin aside, and ran towards Bar Street.
A cold snort sounded in Lao Chen’s ear. He turned his head in surprise, only to see a shadow flash by. A cool breeze brushed past his ear, and he crashed into a human wall.
"Ah!" After a scream, he staggered back a step. "How is this possible!" Seeing Xiao Lin suddenly appear before him, Lao Chen screamed as if he’d seen a ghost, turned on his heels, and ran without thinking.
"Lao Chen, I haven’t bought the drugs yet." Xiao Lin’s mocking voice always managed to stand a step ahead of Lao Chen, no matter how he tried to get away. Whenever he looked up, he always saw Xiao Lin’s half-smiling face.
"Ah ah ah!"
A thirty-year-old man plopped down on the ground, his terror reflected in his eyes as he gazed at Xiao Lin. All he could do was point at him with a trembling finger, unable to utter a word.
"Still running?" Xiao Lin stepped forward, squatted in front of him. His calm tone, like the night air, made one feel a chill from the bottom of their heart.
"Who... who are you?" A broken voice leaked out from his trembling body, completely devoid of intimidation.
"Sir, five hundred bucks for a word from you is much more worthwhile than a hundred for your ten pills of drugs." Xiao Lin kindly lowered his still trembling hand, "Tell me what that person, who bought pills from you a few days ago, looked like? These five hundred will be yours."
"So many people have bought pills from me, how would I know which one you mean?" Lao Chen curled his legs and slowly edged backward, determined not to fall for this cop’s trick.
"Really don’t know what you’ve got until you lose it." Xiao Lin clapped his hands, pretending to lift the person from the ground.
"What do you want to do?" This time, Lao Chen was a step quicker than Xiao Lin, leaping onto a nearby flower bed like a monkey.
"Police hitting people is illegal."
"Sir, my patience is limited." Xiao Lin deliberately put on a rogue demeanor, flexing his hands and feet, the crackle of his joints echoing clearly in the silent night, "I advise you to tell the truth sooner, so I can report back sooner, and you can go home sooner, it’s really cold this night." He stepped closer to Lao Chen perched on the flower bed.
"I... I really don’t know..." Watching Xiao Lin approach step by step, Lao Chen backed away.
"Don’t know?" Xiao Lin raised an eyebrow, and in a flash, was in front of Lao Chen, delivering a punch to his nose, "I already said I have no patience."
A nose is fragile, unable to withstand external force, blood flowed from the nostrils. Stunned for a second by the sight of blood on his hand, Lao Chen then desperately screamed and ran towards the alley between the malls. This area was his turf; he knew every path, every shortcut, by heart.
Watching him enter the alley, Xiao Lin shook his head. A rat will always like to hide in dark places. Taking a deep breath, he made two leaps to catch up with Lao Chen, grabbing him by the back of his collar and flipping him onto the ground. Xiao Lin truly had no interest in dealing heavily with someone as powerless as him.
"Which foot should I chop off first? You like running so much, it’s really troublesome."
Lao Chen’s current state couldn’t even be described as trembling. Faced with the persistent Xiao Lin, all he felt was fear. Suddenly, he knelt down to Xiao Lin, clasping his hands together in prayer, muttering under his breath, making Xiao Lin somewhat amused.
"I’ll ask you one last time, what did that person look like?"
"Not local, wore a hat, about this tall." Gesturing roughly, Lao Chen was about 1.72 meters, that person was half a head taller.
"There was a scent on him, roughly in his forties."
"Continue!" Standing at the air vent, wind whipped past his ears, stinging them. Like catching a chick, Xiao Lin grabbed Lao Chen and dragged him outside, throwing him towards the mall entrance, "What else did he say to you?"
"That person goes to ’Blue Marquis’ almost every day, that girl always sits there with a bunch of people." Lao Chen, shaken by the cold wind, seemed more composed, and more talkative.
"’Blue Marquis’?"
"That girl’s man is a hooligan at ’Blue Marquis’, running that place. I see that guy there every day." Lao Chen huddled against the corner of the wall.
"When was the first time you saw him?" Offering Lao Chen a cigarette, from his description, there were countless people like him in Yanjing, finding him would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
"He came with a man, I remember that guy even took away a dancing girl at the time."
"A dancing woman?" Xiao Lin’s mind clicked. No wonder the name ’Blue Marquis’ sounded so familiar, recently a victim in a serial murder case worked at this bar.
"Was it the deceased one?"
"Yes, yes!" Lao Chen nodded upon Xiao Lin’s reminder, "It’s really a pity."
"You said they came together? Why are you so sure?"
"That night business was good, I saw those two were there for the first time, sitting in the corner without moving. Later, that man came out first with a girl, so I thought I’d make a deal and go back." Lao Chen took a deep drag, exhaling smoke, "That person was fierce, looked at people like he was going to eat them." Lao Chen continued his recollection, although his voice didn’t tremble, he still spoke haltingly, making Xiao Lin listen with some effort.
"I was so scared by his glare that I forgot to let go, his strength was so great he immediately floored me, he had a tattoo of a tail on his arm."
Xiao Lin suddenly laughed, patting Lao Chen’s shoulder, "Sir, here’s five hundred, you can go now."
"Is that all?" Lao Chen, holding the money, stared at Xiao Lin incredulously.
"As long as you don’t go bragging, you’ll be fine, keep your lips sealed, and you’ll stay alive."
"Yes, yes!" Lao Chen stuffed the money into his pocket, a sly smile creeping on his face, "I remembered the name of the guy who bought the drugs."
"Looking to sell information?" Seeing Lao Chen pause, Xiao Lin naturally understood.
Lao Chen greedily held out one hand, grinning. "It’s not much, right!" He chuckled.
Xiao Lin took five hundred-yuan bills from his wallet, "The name!"
"Cash on delivery." Lao Chen, shrewdly glaring with bulging eyes, took the cash. After shaking it to ensure they weren’t counterfeit, he exhaled smoke, "His last name is..." (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian () to vote and support me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)