Chapter 401: Hunting In The City (1/2)

Upon obtaining the list, Xiaotao quickly retrieved their information through the household registration database. There were more than one hundred second-generation rich kids within five kilometers of the victims’ home. After browsing through pages of information, we eliminated certain candidates based on age and height, and then removed the eldest sons who had successful careers. Among the few remaining, there was a man named Zhao Dapeng who gave me a feeling of déjà vu.

My intuition told me this man was one of the murderers!

”Don't worry about the rest,” I said. “Let's start by investigating this Zhao Dapeng!”

”Should we speak to him first or drop by his home?” asked Xiaotao.

Upon second thought, I suggested, ”Let’s meet his father first. It’s best if we drop in by surprise.”

Zhao Dapeng's father was in catering and owned more than a dozen restaurants in Nanjiang City. His phone number was even listed on the Yellow Pages. Xiaotao called him via the bureau’s landline, informing him of the police’s intention to speak to him but the man outright refused, claiming that he was on business abroad.

Xiaotao sneered after hanging up the phone and used the cell phone this time. ”Hello Uncle Zhao!” she greeted in a cloying tone.

”Who is this?” The person on the other end sounded confused.

”You may not remember me, I’m Huang Xiaotao, Huang Yunhong’s daughter,” she continued. “I’d like to speak to you if you have some time.”

”Wait a minute, I have a client with me right now. I’ll call back later.”

”Neither identity worked?” I frowned.

”Don't worry, just let the bullets fly!” winked Xiaotao.

Five minutes later, Mr. Zhao returned the call with great enthusiasm, ”Ms. Huang, I’m on the 16th floor of the Hilton Hotel. You’re welcome to drop by. Will your father be coming with you?”

”He can’t make it today,” answered Xiaotao. “I’m coming with a friend.”

Xiaotao's use of words was very subtle, ”Can’t make it today,” instead of, ”Won't come.” The subtext was Mr. Huang might visit another day, giving the man false hope.

”Alright then, I’ll be waiting for you!” laughed Mr. Zhao.

Upon hanging up, Xiaotao proudly arched an eyebrow. ”Do you know why he hung up earlier?”

”He was checking if you’re the real deal?” I speculated.

As far as I knew, Mr. Huang had never dropped out of the top three wealthy men of Nanjiang City. You could say he was a business giant. For his daughter to visit in person was very flattering to Mr. Zhao, a small businessman engaged in catering.

If the second-generation rich kids were divided into categories, Xiaotao was simply the creme of the crop! However, applying the phrase ”wealthy, fair beauty” and ”second-generation rich kid” would almost seem like slander. After all, her titles were earned based on her own efforts. In the eyes of people around her, she was ”Officer Huang” or ”Captain Huang,” not Huang Yunhong's daughter or a wealthy, fair beauty.

We soon arrived at the Hilton Hotel to meet Mr. Zhao. Upon meeting Xiaotao, Mr. Zhao couldn’t be more polite and silver-tongued. He didn’t forget to send his regards to Mr. Huang whom he had never met.

Xiaotao cut straight to the point and said, ”I’ll be honest with you, I’m a policeman. We’re here to ask you about your son.”