Chapter 593 - Right Tool for the Job (2/2)

Before the car could stop, Xie Wenchang stuck his head out the car window and shouted, “Honey!”

Xiao Luo saw a woman at the entrance who looked confused and worried. She had with her a little boy who looked around five years old.

As the car came to a halt, Xie Wenchang jumped out and ran towards the woman as fast as he could.

Xiao Luo felt gratified seeing the family reunited again. He smiled as he watched them at the entrance hugging each other.

When he approached them, he could hear the woman talking to Xie Wenchang in between sobs. “Where have you been? I thought that someone had kidnapped you! We have been so scared, do you know that?” she cried.

Xie Wenchang’s eyes were all teary, now that he could finally see his family again. “Honey, it’s a long story. I’ll tell you about it later. I am so glad that you didn’t wander around. If not, I wouldn’t have known how to find you and our son,” he said.

“You dumb*ss, you scared me. I…” the woman moaned, then she finally broke down and started crying out of relief.

“Honey, I swear that I would never let such a thing happen again,” Xie Wenchang said as he hugged his wife tightly.

They hugged each other for a good few minutes before letting go. Then, Xie Wenchang calmed himself and said, “Honey, we have to thank this gentleman. If not for him, I would still be in police custody for another seven days. His name is Xiao Han, and he is also from Hua nation. He is a police officer who has been assigned here to investigate the recent cases of our Hua nationals that had gone missing.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much!” cried the woman.

She thanked him profusely and then turned to her son and said, “Say thank you to uncle.”

“Thank you, Uncle!” the little boy said in his high-pitched, singsong voice.

The boy looked up and stared with Xiao Luo with his baby doll eyes. He had a big innocent smile and an angelic voice. He looked like a little angel from heaven, and although he was a boy, he was cute as a clay doll. The dimples on his cheek made him look even cuter when he smiled.

Xiao Luo patted the little boy on his head and smiled.

The little boy saluted him in a formal posture, and it made Xiao Luo feel awkward. He was not an actual police officer, after all.

Before the family left, Xie Wenchang thanked Xiao Luo once again and wished him well. He hoped that Xiao Luo would successfully solve the cases and rescue all their compatriots who had been missing in the Ri nation, and bring them back to Hua nation safely.

As he watched the family leave, Xiao Luo was deep in thought. Why were Fu Yiren and the other five Hua nationals the targets for abductions? Were they related, or were they just randomly kidnapped by the perpetrators?

“Let’s go,” a rather tired and coarse voice spoke out.

Xiao Luo could tell that it was Miyazaki Ronjin without turning around as he detected the pungent scent of the man. The smell was a mixture of cigarette smoke and a sour body odor because of a lack of self-grooming. It left a strong imprint of Miyazaki Ronjin on Xiao Luo’s senses.

“Where to?” asked Xiao Luo.

“We are asking for help from the Yakuza. To solve such matters, we need the right tool for the job. If we want to find that black SUV, the Yakuza might be more efficient than the police,” Miyazaki Ronjin said with no hesitation.

Xiao Luo looked a little surprised. “The Yakuza?” he said.

Xiao Luo looked at Kimura Akino quizzically and said, “Didn’t Mr. Akino say that the Yakuza does not exist in Dongjing?”

“Nonsense. There are always two sides to a coin, and one does not exist without the other—they are symbiotic in nature. This boy knows nothing,” Miyazaki Ronjin scowled.

Kimura Akino gawked awkwardly at the man. He had believed that the Yakuza did not operate in Dongjing. After all, in every place he had visited with Miyazaki Ronjin, the people had always greeted them with smiling faces, though there were the occasional fierce-looking ones. How could they be Yakuza?