Ace of the Dragon Division Chapter 748.2 - Ways (Part Two)

Chapter 748: Ways (Part Two)

“Chief, nothing,” a subordinate came over and said to Ran Jing.

“Hear that, nothing. Don’t always treat us like criminals, please have a better att.i.tude,” the driver said.

Ran Jing walked to the back of the van and picked up a dead fish as she said, “The South Gate is the key food plaza in Shangcheng, and you’re treating the customers to this kind of dead fish?”

The Driver: “That’s not part of your job, right? That matter belongs to the Bureau of Industry and Commerce.”

“Yo, you know a lot eh.” Ran Jing sneered. “Then should I call my comrades from there to temporarily shut down the place and investigate it?”

“You!” The driver’s face instantly changed. He overestimated himself and underestimated Ran Jing.

“If you don’t want to be shut down and go into investigation, then come with us and tell us why you’re here loading the dead fish,” Ran Jing said.

The driver’s face changed instantly; he didn’t look good.

Ran Jing did not give him a choice as she waved her hand. “Take him away!”

The driver still wanted to resist, but the police officers detained him and brought him into the police car, quickly leaving the scene.

As soon as they left, some staff members immediately made phone calls to their superior.

“h.e.l.lo? Brother Jiang, Brother Mao was taken away. A police car came just now, they didn’t find anything but I’m guessing Brother Mao angered them so he was taken away.”

“That’s all right, they’ve been on our tail for a long time and they couldn’t wait any longer to attack. However, since they didn’t find anything, it’s normal for that Chief Ran to get anxious. She’s been involved in the case for several years, and if she can’t manage to solve the case in the next few months, she probably won’t be able to keep her position. Therefore, it’s normal that dogs will even jump over the wall when they are anxious. Our brothers in the jail will tell Mao what to do next. As long as he doesn’t say anything, he will be able to get out.”

“Okay, got it.”

“The police are probably done today. Tell those anglers that they can get working.”

“Okay.’

After the call ended, the staff member made another call and simply said, “Time to work.”

The next lead was at the river.

The river was divided into upstream and downstream. It was noon time, and along the upstream, several motorcycles came by one after another after receiving a call and all of them had their fis.h.i.+ng gear on.

That was when they saw a middle-aged man in his thirties fis.h.i.+ng at their spot.

They stared at him for a while and in order not to attract attention, they also sat down around there to fish.

When they threw the bait into the river, they quickly got a result.

The middle-aged man in his thirties found it strange and was curious as he asked those anglers. “I’ve been fis.h.i.+ng for a while, how come when you guys came, the fish all come here to eat your bait and not mine?”

The few anglers all laughed out loud.

“Luck.”

The middle-aged man stood up and walked over to them, “Let me try in your area too.”

The gang didn’t stop him.

Their bait were eaten one after another and the middle-aged man’s hook didn’t even move.

He looked at this gang of anglers who came here by motorcycles for a while.

After a while, he noticed something strange: all their fish maw were in unison, and it was a kind of fish maw that wasn’t found on the market.

Could that be a secret code?

The middle-aged man also found another problem, the fish didn’t seem to struggle a lot when they got pulled up by the hook, and this group of people always quickly put the fish into the bucket.

“How about you guys sell me some bait, maybe it’s the bait I’m using,” he said.

The men all laughed and were polite enough to share a little bait with him, but the middle-aged man noticed that it didn’t change much of the result, so he was even more sure that the fish were not so much caught by them, but more like fed to them.

That was when the man pretended to look frustrated as he said, “What am I here to fish for? Trying to have some fun during the weekend and not even one fish comes to bite my bait, now my wife is going to laugh at me when I go back. Oh guys, how about you sell me some of your fish? I’ll pay you double so I could use them to trick my wife.”

Those men’s expressions instantly turned stiff.

“See, we aren’t short of money. How about you buy some from the fish market? We just crave these raw river fishes, and it’s not a matter of money.”

The middle-aged man laughed awkwardly with embarra.s.sment. “True, then I’ve said the wrong thing. How about you give me two?”

“Fis.h.i.+ng takes patience. If you want us to give you it, why don’t you just go to the market and buy it, or maybe try again and see.”

With all that talk, these men were playing just going in circles with him because they simply didn’t want to give out their fish.

So there must be a problem!