Chapter 405: Falling Into A Trap (1/2)

”It’s a trick!” Song Xingchen pointed to the footprints on the stairs and said, ”When we first entered the house, the middle-aged man had already left.”

Listening to the sound of a car engine starting below, I knew it impossible to chase him.

But I didn't understand what the point of losing the pawn to keep the rook was? The man’s motive was clearly to protect the four young masters so this wasn’t losing the pawn to keep the rook but the other way around.

Could there be some sort of conspiracy?

When I returned to the flat, Xiaotao was reprimanding the men and women, ordering them to obediently squat down by the bed. Having smoked quite a few and already on a high, their movements were rather clumsy. The oldest one was still putting on airs, ”You fucking bitch, do you know who my dad is? If I tell you his name, you’ll be so scared you’ll piss yourself!”

“Go ahead then,” Xiaotao spread her hands.

”Listen up! My dad is the richest man in Nanjiang City!” he said, holding his head up high.

”So you must be my long lost brother who’s been gone for many years?” scoffed Xiaotao.

The boy pointed his thumb at his nose, ”Don't try to worm your way into my family. My dad is Qin Guozhu. You can ask around on the streets. Who in Nanjiang City doesn't know him?”

I was familiar with the name; he was a famous entrepreneur. ”Is he the richest man in Nanjiang?” I whispered to Xiaotao.

”He used to be,” replied Xiaotao. “But the richest man in the past three years has been an entrepreneur named Huang.”

”Oh,” I chuckled. “How I wish I knew his daughter.”

Soon, reinforcements arrived and handcuffed the men and women, escorting them away. We followed the police cars back to the station and registered our detainees. The oldest one was named Qin Aonan, son of Qin Guozhu, an entrepreneur in the petrochemical industry. The one wearing glasses was called Hong Chao and his father had started an automotive repair chain. The third one was our old acquaintance, Zhao Dapeng. And the youngest of the group was Bai Xiaowei, son of a bank president.

The two women were ladies who worked in a nightclub.

WIth the combined wealth of the four men’s fathers, they could probably buy half of Nanjiang City. They were out-and-out second-generation rich kids! Since their surnames were Qin, Hong, Zhao and Bai respectively, the police nicknamed them “The Four Rights and Wrongs.”

Xiaotao and I stood outside the interrogation room to observe them. However, the absurdity of their arrest indicated it must be some sort of trick.

The four young men refused to admit to the crimes. With no evidence and no breakthroughs, we were once again at a stalemate. By 7 in the evening, Bingxin came running, holding a lab report in her hand. ”Song Yang-gege, I’ve made a discovery!” she exclaimed.

”What is it?”

Bingxin had taken the cups used by the four suspects for testing. One of them was a perfect match to the DNA found in the breeding compound, and the man was Qin Aonan.

Of course, Bingxin accomplished this on her own. It was under Xiaotao’s secret orders.

”Why didn't you tell me?” I turned to Xiaotao.

”Then there wouldn’t be any suspense!” she chuckled. “Come on, let's go out, have a celebratory dinner and come back later to interrogate Qin Aonan. Let’s see what he has to say.”

As the three of us were leaving the station, we suddenly heard a noise in the corridor. Several officers stopped an old man who was shouting, ”I want to see my daughter! Let me in!”

The man was about sixty years old, tough-looking, with cold, sharp features like a knife, and two white eyebrows that extended upwards without a curve.

When Xiaotao asked what happened, the old man claimed to be the father of the female victim from the second case. Because we hadn’t yet confirmed her identity at the time, the police posted a notice on the Internet which the old man came across. He immediately hurried down to the station but refused to cooperate when the officers told him to register.