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Jiang Yiju ignored his complaints and, looking at Lin Zhihao's listless appearance, asked with concern, "I just heard from your team that you've been given a long leave by Inspector Chen. What's going on? Is that Chicken Feather Chen deliberately causing you trouble?"

Lin Zhihao sighed deeply, a hint of weariness flashing in his eyes. He looked at Jiang Yiju and asked, "Brother Ju, do you have time? If you do, let's go out for a couple of drinks and talk while we drink."

Jiang Yiju's eyes widened as she followed Lin Zhihao's words and looked towards the rising sun in the east. The bright red sun emitted a soft light, illuminating the parking lot.

He looked at Lin Zhihao with a surprised expression and said, "Brother Hao, don't be silly, why are you having two drinks so early in the morning? Are you feeling unwell? Or did something happen?"

Lin Zhihao frowned, sighed deeply, and said helplessly, "If you don't want to drink, that's fine. I won't force you. I'll just go back and drink to my heart's content." With that, he prepared to start the car.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yiju frowned, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes. He first glanced around to see if anyone he knew was there, then gritted his teeth and said resolutely, "Alright, Brother Hao, let's go."

Jiang Yiju then opened the car door and got in. Lin Zhihao started the car and slowly drove out of the parking lot.

Jiang Yiju sat in the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt while quickly taking out her phone to call her colleagues in the anti-fraud team. She specifically instructed them, "If Inspector Chen comes looking for me, you have to keep it a secret for me. Just say you didn't see me. Don't give anything away."

The two arrived at a familiar restaurant on the street. As soon as Lin Zhihao entered, he casually said to the waiter, "Four dishes and a soup, and a pitcher of beer." His tone was casual, as if he urgently needed these dishes and drinks to relieve his frustration.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yiju quickly reached out to stop them, saying anxiously, "No, don't order so much, just two bottles of beer will do. We can't drink like this so early in the morning."

After the waiter left, Jiang Yiju couldn't wait to approach Lin Zhihao, her eyes full of concern as she asked, "Ah Hao, stop being so mysterious, what happened? Why were you suddenly given a holiday?"

Lin Zhihao picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and then slowly recounted the whole story to Jiang Yiju in detail. He told her everything without reservation, from the heavy pressure at work to his struggles after becoming addicted to gambling, and his conversation with Jimao Chen.

After hearing this, Jiang Yiju frowned and pondered for a long time, but she couldn't come up with a good solution.

After all, this is a psychological issue, and it can't be solved with just a few words of comfort.

He could only pat Lin Zhihao on the shoulder and say earnestly, "Brother, if you run into any trouble, you must call me right away. Don't try to handle it all alone."

After saying that, he checked the time and hurriedly returned to the Six Doors.

Lin Zhihao sat alone at the table, looking at the four dishes and one soup that had hardly been touched, and sighed slightly.

He thought to himself, wasting food is not good. Cheng Yi was originally a thrifty and frugal man, and he couldn't let this little thing change his good habit.

So he asked the waiter to pack it up so he could take it home.

Lin Zhihao had barely stepped out of his house when he arrived at his car. He carefully arranged the packed food and soup inside the car; this was his and Yongshan's dinner for the evening.

Just as I was about to open the car door and start the engine, a loud shout came from behind me: "Hey, Officer Lin, what a coincidence!"

Lin Zhihao subconsciously turned around and saw two people, one fat and one thin, standing there, looking quite comical.

The skinny guy was quite ordinary, but the fat guy, for some reason, looked somewhat familiar.

Lin Zhihao's eyes were full of doubt, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Who are these people? I don't recognize them either. But judging from their expressions, they seem to know me. Could they be friends from my past life? However, their expressions don't seem like those of serious friends.

At this moment, the fat man walked forward with unsteady steps, each step carrying a unique rhythm, as if the ground itself was trembling slightly with his steps.

He greeted Lin Zhihao with a broad smile, "So, Lin sir, have you been betting on horses lately?"

Lin Zhihao shook his head seriously and replied in a flat tone, "I don't like horse racing."

Upon hearing this, the fat man's smile vanished instantly, and he said with a slight smirk and displeasure, "If you don't like horse racing, when are you going to pay back the money you owe? You've been dragging this out for quite a while now, you can't just let it go like this!"

Lin Zhihao couldn't help but curse inwardly, thinking to himself, "The previous owner of this body was truly a 'talent'!"

Not only was he addicted to gambling, but he also had a mountain of debt.

He secretly wondered if he had borrowed money from loan sharks. This was truly a huge pit he had dug for himself, and he was now filled with worry, not knowing how to get out of this trouble.

Lin Zhihao took a deep breath and tentatively asked, "How much is it in total?"

Upon hearing this, the fat man's eyes lit up immediately, his gaze like that of a hungry wolf spotting its prey.

He said with a fawning smile, "Judging from what you're saying, Mr. Lin is rich now, isn't he? That's great! Let's not waste any more words. You just come with us to our company to pay off your debts. Then we can go our separate ways, how refreshing!"

The two, one fat and one thin, got into the car without saying a word.

As soon as he got into the car, the fat man smelled the aroma filling the car. He sniffed, smacked his lips, and said, "Inspector Lin, you're eating such oily food so early in the morning. You have quite the appetite!" His words were full of teasing.

Lin Zhihao frowned, ignoring the fat man's words. He was preoccupied with criticizing his predecessor and had no interest in responding to these irrelevant jokes.

At this moment, the skinny guy stepped forward and said hesitantly to the fat guy, "Brother Xue, aren't we still supposed to be looking for the Bone-Melting Dragon? Are we just going to abandon it like this?"

The fat man frowned and waved his hand impatiently: "What's a little money for Bone-Melting Dragon? We can collect it next time, it won't delay anything. The money here with Inspector Lin is the big deal, let's deal with that first."

The car drove on and finally stopped on a street in Sai Wan.

The fat man pointed to the signboard of a finance company on the street and said to Lin Zhihao, "Lin sir, we're here. Get out of the car."

With that, he got out of the car first and led Lin Zhihao toward the entrance of the building where the company was located.

Lin Zhihao looked up and saw that the signboard of this finance company looked quite dignified, but it was covered in gold paint, giving it a nouveau riche feel.

After entering the building and going up three floors, a large iron door blocked the view inside.

Thick steel bars were installed in front of the glass windows next to the entrance, giving people a cold and unapproachable feeling.

It seemed that this finance company was quite large, and Lin Zhihao's heart grew heavier as he wondered how much money he actually owed.

As soon as you enter the finance company, the scene inside comes into view.

Three young men were lounging on a sofa playing cards around a small table.

Two other men gripped steel pipes tightly, looking like hunters ready to pounce at any moment, their predatory gaze fixed on a man with a minor head injury.

The man looked somewhat disheveled, but his eyes revealed a shrewdness.

Looking at the wall, a foreign man with slicked-back blond hair was wearing headphones, swaying his head and singing Chinese songs in various accents.

The man with the head injury seemed to have forgotten his predicament, listening intently, which was quite a strange scene.

Lin Zhihao stared at the injured man for a while, and suddenly felt a sense of surprise. Why did this guy look so familiar?

Those eyebrows, those features—the more you look at them, the more they resemble a younger version of Nick Cheung.

He couldn't help but doubt his own eyes. Could it really be a coincidence?

Just then, Fatty Feixue swaggered up and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Bone-Melting Dragon, we didn't even go looking for you, but you just delivered yourself to our doorstep?"

A man nearby couldn't help but laugh out loud and said, "This guy came here trying to get his money back from betting on horses."

Guess what happened? When we calculated his debts, plus his mother's, wow, he still owed us over 20,000 yuan in total.

"Look, the boss is having him play 'Guess the Song Title, Invincible' right now."

His words were full of mockery, as if he were already used to this kind of scene.

Fei Xue burst into laughter as if she had heard the funniest thing in the world, and the laughter sounded particularly jarring in the somewhat noisy space.

He laughed as he said, "Bone-Melting Dragon, you're really incredibly unlucky. Tony's song is one that even he can't understand, and you think you can guess it? You're dreaming!"

Lin Zhihao watched the farce unfold quietly from the side.

His gaze first fell on the boy who was racking his brains to guess the song title. Hua Gulong's tense yet persistent appearance was quite amusing.

Then, he looked at the man behind the boss's desk. He was a guy in his thirties with a fierce look and ruthless eyes, like a beast ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

In the man's arms was a woman, who had a very hot figure. Her curvaceous figure was even more alluring under the leopard-print clothes, but her appearance was only a barely passing seven out of ten.

Looking at the scene before him, Lin Zhihao had a flash of inspiration. He finally remembered that this was a classic scene from "The Bone Dragon and the Millennium Bug"!

The floodgates of memory opened suddenly, and he felt as if he had returned to his university days.

At that time, he and his roommate sat around the computer, their eyes fixed on the screen, watching the images on it.

He still remembered that hilarious yet thrilling scene: the assassin, with his tattooed anus exposed, was assaulting the leopard-print woman—a scene that was both comical and erotic. Meanwhile, the assassin fired several shots, killing the leopard-print woman and the money-grubbing gangster in quick succession—a tense and bloody scene.

What's even more impressive is that the US dollars that were covered on the floor, which had gone unnoticed, were cleverly intercepted by Huagulong.

Unfortunately, the money was eventually confiscated by the police.

Lin Zhihao was secretly delighted. Since he'd stumbled upon this classic scene, how interesting! Maybe he'd even have a chance to get his money back, hehe...

Lin Zhihao observed the laughing and joking reactions of the people around him without making a sound, while keeping an eye on the surrounding environment out of the corner of his eye.

He tilted his head slightly and asked the skinny man next to him, who was engrossed in watching, in a low voice, "Where's the restroom?"

The skinny guy's attention was completely drawn to Huagulong's embarrassing attempt to guess the song title, and he just waved impatiently in the direction to the side.

After receiving the instructions, Lin Zhihao pretended to be nonchalant and walked confidently in the direction the skinny man pointed.

After entering the bathroom, he quickly locked the door, leaned against it, and gasped for breath, his heart pounding in his chest.

After calming himself down a bit, he began to carefully look around, his eyes anxiously searching for a window through which he could escape.

However, after searching for a while, his eyes gradually dimmed.

Perhaps because this is a finance company, the security measures are extremely strict, with steel bars installed on all the windows.

Undeterred, he strode to the window and tugged hard at the steel bars.

This pull sent a chill down his spine. Good heavens, these steel bars were incredibly thick. He used all his strength, his face turning red, and the veins on his arms bulging, but the steel bars didn't budge an inch. Not a single one could be bent by him.

He channeled his inner strength into his arms, managing to bend the finger-thick steel bar slightly. Unfortunately, it lasted less than 10 seconds before his inner strength was exhausted, leaving him drenched in sweat. He still couldn't open a suitable escape route.

Just as Lin Zhihao was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, suddenly, a loud "bang" came from outside—it was a gunshot!

The gunshot rang in his ears like a thunderclap, and he shuddered, a chill running down his spine.

A thought flashed through his mind: Oh no, the assassin is here, and he's about to come in. What am I going to do? His eyes were filled with terror, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily.

What should we do? Should we just unleash our inner power, activate the title of "Half-human, Half-ghost, Invincible Marksman," and fight that assassin?

But his heart was pounding. If he really did that, could he outmaneuver him? The other guy was a professional assassin, and what about him? All told, he'd only fired less than ten shots. The difference was huge.

Most importantly, the distance is too close. At this distance, the chances of getting hit are extremely high.

However powerful the enemy may be, could they compare to Japanese imperialism and the bandits of the Kwantung Mountains? After all, that was Yan Shuangying, a legendary figure known as "Captain China"!

But then again, the reason Yan Shuangying is so powerful is because his inherent attributes are high.

Looking at myself, all my attributes are less than 20. With this little ability, even with this incredibly powerful title, how much strength can I actually unleash?