As a trainer, he has the rain trait

In an abandoned warehouse, dim light streams in through the dusty window gaps, barely illuminating this forgotten corner.

Piles of wooden pallets were randomly stacked around, spider webs hung in the corners, and some broken wooden boards and discarded debris were scattered on the ground. Occasionally, a few small insects would fly around, making tiny noises.

Five figures were sitting in this slightly messy environment, with several buckets of instant noodles placed in front of them. The rising hot steam swayed slightly in the air, and the aroma of the instant noodles also spread in this enclosed space.

Suddenly, the ringing of the phone broke the silence in the warehouse. Kuimu Lang, the leader, quickly answered the phone, put it to his ear, and listened carefully to the voice on the other end.

"Okay, let's meet at the old place!" Kuimulang responded briefly, then hung up the phone decisively.

Subaru raised his head, eyes full of anticipation as he asked, "Brother, is there any news?"

Kuimulang nodded slightly, with a hint of excitement in his expression: "The man surnamed Wu has already got what we want."

Upon hearing the news, Bi Yuewu excitedly clapped his thigh and said, "Great! Rescuing the boss is just around the corner!"

However, the Ape frowned, shook his head, and calmly analyzed, "If something like this gets stolen, the Alliance will definitely increase their vigilance. We have to stay out of the spotlight. After all, we're now separated from the Floating Sea Clan and without the support of the organization, so we must act more cautiously."

Bewildered, the Fire Monkey said doubtfully, "The Alliance already has information about us after we showed up in Western Xinjiang. Where else can we hide? And now we have to rescue our boss from Pingdingshan Prison, which is going to be quite difficult."

Subaru also frowned, his face full of worry: "Besides, we have to take that guy named Wu with us. He's already wanted. It will be even more troublesome to hide with him."

Kuimu Lang sneered, a cold look flashing in his eyes: "Who said we were going to take him with us? We are not people who keep our word! The man surnamed Wu is just a pawn."

Bi Yuewu hesitated and said hesitantly: "If he can betray Shanhe Gym, he can betray us. If..." He didn't finish his words, but everyone understood his concerns.

Kuimulang also understood what he meant and shook his head: "Don't worry, he doesn't know much and will just think that we are sent by the Fuhai people." His eyes revealed confidence, everything was under his control.

Bi Yuewu was lost in thought. After a moment, a sly smile appeared on his face. "Then why not make good use of him and draw the alliance's attention to the Fuhai Clan? Then we'll have a chance to rescue the White Tiger Boss from Pingdingshan Prison, and he can even help us hide!"

"Let's do it!" Kuimulang made the final decision.

......

Zhilin and the disciples of Shanhe Dojo, together with the sheriffs and police, quickly launched a comprehensive search in the Shanhe area like a tightly woven net.

However, Wu Ding had vanished, seemingly vanishing from the face of the earth. They searched everywhere, but found no clues, feeling a sense of defeat. They stared at each other, their eyes filled with helplessness and anxiety, unsure of what to do next.

Just when they were at their wit's end, one disciple's furrowed brows suddenly twitched, as if remembering something important. He spoke anxiously, "Wu Ding had been in and out of a tavern on Ping'an Road recently, but he never drinks. Could that be his hiding place?"

Upon hearing this, Zhilin's eyes flickered with hope. He made a hasty decision, deciding to give it a try and immediately led his team to the place the disciple had mentioned to investigate.

The group hurried to the tavern on Ping'an Road.

The street, usually bustling with people, seemed a little tense because of their hurried footsteps. A small tavern sat on a corner of the street, its wooden sign swaying gently in the breeze, exuding an old and mysterious atmosphere.

Zhilin stood at the entrance of the tavern, pausing briefly before taking a deep breath to calm himself. He scanned the area sharply, finding nothing unusual. Then, he gently pushed the door open, and a tangy aroma of alcohol and food filled his face.

The pub's layout is compact yet cozy. Upon entering, you're greeted by a long wooden bar, its polished surface reflecting the dim light. Behind it, shelves are filled with bottles of various kinds, their multicolored liquids shimmering in the dim light.

The floor of the tavern was paved with old wooden boards. There were several wooden round tables and chairs in the corners, some of which were worn to the point where the wood grain was visible. There were several dim oil lamps hanging from the ceiling, casting soft halos of light.

The air was filled with a faint trace of smoke, which was the trace left by the guests when they smoked. People in the bar were either talking in low voices or drinking alone, their figures seemed a little blurry in the dim light.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the pub was somewhat subdued. Most of the patrons remained silent, quietly savoring their drinks. Occasionally, someone would whisper quietly, as if afraid to disturb the tranquility.

Zhilin frowned slightly. It was not easy to find clues in such an environment.

He led everyone slowly towards the tavern owner, a fat middle-aged man with a kind smile on his face, but a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

"Boss, have you seen this person?" Zhilin took out Wu Ding's portrait and showed it to the boss.

The boss took the portrait, looked at it carefully, and then shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

Zhilin's heart sank, but he didn't give up. He continued to ask, "Has anyone suspicious come to the tavern recently?"

The owner thought for a moment and said, "Suspicious people... I didn't notice them. But the pub has been busy lately, so I didn't pay much attention."

Zhilin was a little disappointed, but he decided to take a closer look in the tavern. He signaled everyone to disperse and ask the guests.

The boss laughed bitterly, "Little brother, aren't you disturbing my business?"

Zhilin smiled and said, "Sorry, Boss, I really have something urgent to do. There might be a wanted criminal hiding nearby."

The boss's expression changed. "Are you police officers?"

Zhilin didn't deny it either, "Shanhe Dojo and the police are working together on this case!"

The boss hesitated for a moment and said, "I really haven't seen it, but my waiter in the store might have noticed it."

"Then please ask him to come over."

"Wang Yong, come here!" The boss waved to the waiter not far away.

A waiter named Wang Yong came over and asked, "Boss, what's going on?"

The tavern owner gestured towards Zhilin, who took out the portrait and asked, "Have you seen this person?"

Wang Yong took a few glances and said hesitantly, "I think I've seen it before."

Zhilin's eyes lit up, and he asked hurriedly, "Where did you see him? When?"

The waiter said, "Just this morning, he sat here for a while, and then left in a hurry."

Zhilin's heart moved, and he continued to ask: "Did you notice where he went after he left?"

The waiter shook his head. “I don’t know where he went. But I remember he went north when he left.”

"Thanks!"

Zhilin thanked them, called everyone together, and continued to investigate along this clue.

They left the pub and walked in the direction Wang Yong had said, and found an abandoned warehouse. The door of the warehouse was closed, but there were some shallow footprints and traces around it.

Zhilin was delighted, thinking that they might have found Wu Ding's hiding place.