"That's right, I am Lin Xiao."
Hearing the old man's words, Lin Xiao readily admitted his identity. It was indeed quite easy to guess.
"No wonder, no wonder."
It was only then that the old man began to smile bitterly. "I was wondering why you looked a little familiar, and your demeanor was much calmer than other young people. I should have realized it sooner."
"Well... old man, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now. I want to be alone for a while. I apologize." Lin Xiao excused himself. If it were any other time, he wouldn't have minded chatting with the old man, but now was different. He wished for a place where he could quietly stay without anyone disturbing him.
"Alright."
Since Lin Xiao had said so, the old man didn't press further. After agreeing, he continued, "My name is Zhao Guangming, I live in Building Three, Unit 103. If you ever need someone to drink with, I have a good capacity."
Hearing this, Lin Xiao paused his steps and softly said, "Thank you."
With that, he left.
Zhao Guangming.
That name... so direct.
Lin Xiao let out a long sigh. He rubbed his head and returned to his "home." He collapsed onto the sofa. He had only stayed in this house for one night, yet it was spotless and clean.
He figured someone must have arranged for it to be cleaned, otherwise, it would never have been this tidy.
He picked up his phone and connected to the surveillance cameras he had previously installed. He roughly reviewed the footage from the past few hours and found nothing amiss before turning off his phone.
Normally, he would have found ways to message Luo Qinghan and chat, but now he didn't even have the mood for that.
He just wanted to lie down quietly, think about nothing, and wait for the results to come out in three days.
If it turned out to be Zheng Jianguo later...
Lin Xiao would not hesitate to act.
...
Zheng Wenbin, uncharacteristically, did not go to bed early that night but instead headed to a bar.
At this moment, Zheng Wenbin was a completely different person.
During the day, at Old Zhou's house, he wore gold-rimmed glasses, work clothes, and a cap, meticulously professional.
But at night.
His hair was styled high with gel, he had three earrings on each ear, and the glasses that were usually on his nose were gone, replaced by silver colored contact lenses. His clothes were all the latest fashion.
Honestly, even his own father might not have recognized him in his current state. He looked like a delinquent youth.
He went to his usual booth, ordered several bottles of alcohol, then rolled up his sleeves, revealing the tattoos on his arms.
"Find me some women, high-quality ones."
After speaking, he hung up the phone, looking extremely annoyed. He tossed his phone onto the table, then lit a cigarette and began to exhale smoke.
Soon, his drinks arrived.
"Young Master Zheng, is something bothering you?" The person delivering the drinks was someone familiar with him, wearing a fawning smile.
Zheng Wenbin glanced at him, and without a word, picked up the foreign liquor bottle that had just been placed on the table and smashed it directly onto the man's head.
The bottle didn't break, but the man's head did.