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Chapter 1121 - 575: The Inescapable Net - Part 2

Chapter 1121: Chapter 575: The Inescapable Net - Part 2

The boss heard the name Li Xiaogang and instantly panicked, struggling while shouting, "Who are you? What do you want? Someone help, there’s a robbery!"

This guy could actually speak the local dialect of Hong Kong, truly a talent.

But no talent matters in the face of Yan Fei, who just slapped him and said, "Speak properly, are you looking to die? If I was robbing you, why would you shout ’indecent assault’? And you ran off to Hong Kong? You think just because you combed out that flour from your hair, I wouldn’t recognize you? Tell me, where is your whole family hiding?"

Li Xiaogang was the name of an old protagonist from a martial arts TV drama, and Yan Fei, with a good memory, still remembered that in the drama, the protagonist eventually learned some skill that allowed him to spin in place and eventually, once his magical ability was achieved, he could teleport by striking a pose.

The frantic individual he had caught was nicknamed after that character because he did bear some resemblance to the protagonist—speaking of which, the TV series was quite amusing, with the main characters’ names being super relatable and easy to remember.

Although the name wasn’t very appealing, the protagonists in the series were all righteous and did heroic deeds. However, this fake Li Xiaogang caught by Yan Fei had done nothing commendable.

Yan Fei mentioned this person had helped him out because, last year, he had encountered a Young Master from Provincial City who came to extort money and ended up being brought to the police station. Yan Fei, not wanting to put Uncle Baoguo, Lin Baoguo, in a difficult position, had paid Director Lin to lead a team to Nanguang City, also known as Wuyang City, to catch this ’Li Xiaogang’.

Unfortunately, even after Director Lin had worn out several pairs of shoes, he didn’t find a trace of him.

Right, this was the boss of the flour factory from Sancha River Township, who had enticed everyone to save money with high interest and ultimately ran away with the funds—that’s why Yan Fei said that even without the flour on his head, he could still recognize him.

This Li Xiaogang, also called Li Mancang, lived up to his name; the flour factory he later opened indeed filled his granaries at home. It’s just that later, he got himself into trouble with the high-interest scheme.

This guy was just unlucky now. His appearance, which used to be that of an apron-clad, flour-covered figure in town, had drastically changed. But unexpectedly, he came across Boss Yan Fei, who had keen eyesight and a memory like a camera, and could recognize him at a glance.

If it hadn’t been for Yan Fei taking pictures, he wouldn’t have noticed him. After all, with so many stalls in the market, Yan Fei, when shopping, focused on taking care of his wife and, even when watching the commotion, wouldn’t stare at anyone in particular.

But as it so happened, his photography skills weren’t great, so he was fiddling with the camera’s focus wherever he pointed it. In doing so, comrade Li Mancang was inadvertently ’focused’ out by him!

At the moment, hearing Li Mancang’s loud shouting quickly attracted the attention of the people around, and soon they were surrounded by an impenetrable crowd. Even Xu Xiaoyan and Guo Jingya, who tried to squeeze through to see what was happening, couldn’t get in.

It’s understandable that Xu Xiaoyan didn’t recognize Li Mancang. She was just a student in town back then, and even less so after she went away for college. Not like Yan Fei, who often hung out at Pang Fa’s oil extraction shop on the east side of the street, just passing by Li Mancang’s flour factory.

Seeing so many people gathering around, Li Mancang grabbed Yan Fei’s hand and shouted even louder, "Everyone, help catch him, he just took stuff without paying and even tried to hit someone..."

This guy was quite shrewd, knowing exactly what to yell to incite the vendors around him to rally together. It’s just that he was up against Yan Fei, which meant bad luck.

Hearing that the man even dared to slander him, Yan Fei’s other hand grabbed the man’s neck, hoisting him up so he couldn’t even speak, and then slapped him several times: "Dare to defame me, huh? Wait till we get back and I’ll deal with you!"

Turning his head, he then shouted at a few vendors who were about to come over and help, "Back off, all of you. Don’t you rush in without understanding the situation? Are you seeking death? If there’s a problem, call the police, got it? Charging in recklessly, you’ll die for nothing!"

Li Mancang used to be a hard-working man, quite robust. But in Yan Fei’s hands, even a ’dragon’ would be helpless, let alone a strong man.

The vendors who had wanted to help, drawn by the numbers, were now intimidated by Yan Fei’s fierce words and decisive actions. A glance from him gave them goosebumps, and they no longer pressed forward. Instead, many concerned onlookers took out their phones and began calling the police.

Seeing that they weren’t crowding around him anymore, Yan Fei softened his tone, "This man is a fugitive from our place. Don’t be fooled because he speaks your local dialect; he’s not one of you. What’s there to be confused about? Has anyone called the police? The cops will know when they get here."

The onlookers who had initially perceived him as a fierce and evil man now calmed down upon hearing that he wanted to wait for the police.

But Li Mancang became frantic, struggling violently to no avail.

Yan Fei, holding the man with one hand, still had the skill to pull out his phone with the other and dialed a number, suddenly switching from fierce and evil to grinning cheekily, "Uncle Baoguo, do we still have that wanted fugitive with a reward in our station? The one for five hundred bucks?"