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Chapter 287 - 201 My Financial Luck... Is It That Deformed?

Chapter 287: Chapter 201 My Financial Luck... Is It That Deformed?

"Captain Wang, hello, hello! Great to finally meet you!"

"No need for formalities, you must be Brother Cheng that Brother Meng mentioned, right?

Didn’t expect to find a lead on our target so quickly, worthy of someone introduced by Brother Meng!"

"Oh Captain Wang, don’t call me Brother Cheng, I don’t deserve it! Just call me Ah Biao is fine!"

Brother Biao was sweating bullets.

He was almost trembling with nervousness inside!

Me, an ex-convict, and you, a police captain, a major officer, calling me brother, is that appropriate?

But... why do I feel somewhat thrilled about it?

"Captain Wang, have a bun, it’s stuffed with meat!"

Ah Xing handed over the steamed bun with a silly grin,

conveying goodwill in his own unique "way".

Wang Zhao Ping wasn’t picky and took the bun happily.

"Thanks! This brother looks pretty sturdy!"

"Heh, I’ve practiced Southern Boxing for a few years, Captain Wang is too kind," Brother Biao interceded quickly, afraid Ah Xing would misspeak.

"Alright! Let’s get in the car and talk while we move!"

"Sure!"

As the car started, a black commercial vehicle immediately followed.

After more than half an hour...

In Su Nan, at a dead end intersection.

This T-shaped intersection was far from the bustling city.

The surrounding area was mainly construction sites with enclosures, rarely passed by vehicles or pedestrians.

Nearby stood a 12-story commercial building, which had been recently topped off, and was currently in a halted stage of construction.

Wang Zhao Ping looked at the commercial building through the car window.

"Is our target inside?"

"Yes! After getting the message from Brother Meng yesterday, I immediately started to mobilize my... cough! former friends to look for this gambler nicknamed ’Mourning Dog’.

Turns out he is indeed a regular at underground gambling dens.

There’s one right inside this commercial building, and it’s said that Mourning Dog often comes here to gamble.

We just need to stake out here, and we’re sure to catch him!"

Even though Cheng Biao had been in jail for two years, his connections were still there.

Now that he had money, finding a seasoned gambler who frequented gambling dens was a piece of cake!

"An underground gambling den?"

Wang Zhao Ping’s eyes narrowed slightly.

But thinking of the greater goal, that was not an immediate concern.

"Can you get me inside?"

"Huh?" Brother Biao was taken aback.

"This place is remote, basically all coming and going by car. He can’t possibly be walking here, which makes locking down the target difficult.

Moreover, gamblers gambling day and night, just waiting like this isn’t a solution."

"This..." Brother Biao hesitated for a moment but ultimately nodded.

"Then I’d have to trouble Captain Wang to be my subordinate for once."

"Not at all!"

Wang Zhao Ping, without hesitation, spoke into his earpiece.

"You guys wait outside. I’m going in to scout the place! No action without my order!"

"Yes, Captain, be careful!"

After removing his earpiece, Wang Zhao Ping put on a pair of sunglasses and drove deeper into Nameless Road following Brother Biao’s directions...

After about a few hundred meters, a man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old wearing a pullover waved to stop the car.

Brother Biao rolled down the window.

"What’s your business? This is a construction area, no loitering allowed!"

The man carefully scanned everyone inside the car with a wary face.

"Cut the crap! What business? Obviously, here to play!

I’m Cheng Biao, Brother Biao!

I’m an old acquaintance of your boss Ah Le. I’m here today to have a couple of rounds! Go tell him my name!"

Seeing Cheng Biao’s ferocious look and even mentioning his boss’s name, the man was uncertain of Biao’s background.

He picked up a walkie-talkie and stepped aside to whisper a few words into it, then glanced over at the passengers and waved them forward.

"Follow me!"

Under the man’s guidance, the car turned into an underground parking lot.

"Seems like Brother Cheng has quite the reputation in the circle?" Wang Zhao Ping remarked as he drove, his tone suggesting deeper meaning.

"Uh... heh!" Brother Biao let out a forced chuckle.

"Those are old stories from the past. I was foolish and young, served two years, but please don’t get it wrong Captain Wang! We’re law-abiding citizens now, have turned over a new leaf long ago!"

"I naturally believe that. I know Brother Meng’s character and conduct, and someone he recommends certainly won’t be wrong," Wang Zhao Ping replied with a smile.

Brother Biao instantly relaxed.

He couldn’t help but think to himself that Brother Meng indeed had a lot of clout.

Listening to Wang Zhao Ping’s tone, he seemed to hold Brother Meng in high regard?

Now he was even more convinced that he had met his benefactor!

Master Meng was right, impulse is the devil, we must use legal means to protect our rights!

If I could really make a connection with the police captain...

Then that guy Hu Dazhi... hehehe...

...

The car twisted and turned, finally arriving at a corner of the underground parking lot.

Nearby were a dozen or so vehicles parked, with license plates from various places.

Two black sedans blocked the elevator entrance, and four or five sturdy men were either sitting or standing around.

Upon seeing Wang Zhao Ping and the others get out of the car, the lead man saw Brother Biao and cracked a smile.

"Isn’t this Brother Biao! Haven’t seen you for over two years, right?

I heard about that big brawl back in the day; Brother Biao is true to his word, took the fall all by himself, I admire that!

I heard from Ah Hao a while ago that you were out, was thinking when to get together to catch up.

What wind blew today, bringing you here all of a sudden?"

The man speaking was wearing a gold chain, big and burly with a bunch of tattoos on his arm, it was almost as if his face lacked only the inscription "I’m not easy to mess with."