The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 538 - 538 509 Bizarre

538: Chapter 509: Bizarre 538: Chapter 509: Bizarre “Boss!

I’ll drink to you!” the model said as she pushed the drink toward Liu Hun.

“Ding ding ding…ding ding ding…” The sound of a telephone ringing echoed, and Liu Hun saw that it was a call from Zhong Xiao.

He quickly pushed the model away and asked, “Hello, what’s up, Zhong Xiao?”

“Boss, I’ve made some progress on the investigation you asked for!” Zhong Xiao said from the other end of the line.

“Wait for me at the company’s entrance, I’m driving over right now!” Liu Hun said and hung up the phone, then turned to Li Tianming and said, “Director Li, I’m sorry.

Something urgent has come up, I must leave today.”

Li Tianming had finished discussing all matters and grabbed the model, saying, “Just think it over, Liu Hun, and contact me once you’ve made up your mind.

I’ll enjoy these two beauties by myself then!”

After leaving the VIP club, Liu Hun drove to the entrance of the Imperial City Building, where Zhong Xiao’s van was already parked.

As Liu Hun got into Zhong Xiao’s car, he noticed that not only Zhong Xiao but also the guy called the Monkey was there.

“Boss!” Zhong Xiao moved to the side of the window and then said to Liu Hun, “I’ve been investigating that Sun Guangyao these past few days.”

“What’s the situation?” Liu Hun asked.

Zhong Xiao said, “He has a sugar daddy relationship with two famous models, one named Wu Yan and the other Kong Zhen.”

“Continue!” Liu Hun obviously already knew this.

Zhong Xiao continued, “He seems very interested in models, high-end ones like Wu Yan and Kong Zhen, as well as low-end rookies, even those masquerading as models.

He recently hooked up with two young models in their twenties.”

“Any other movements?” Liu Hun really wasn’t interested in Sun Guangyao’s sordid personal life.

“There’s more; he recently visited a private hospital,” Zhong Xiao told Liu Hun.

“To a private hospital!?

What for!?” Liu Hun pressed for more information.

“Since it happened this afternoon, we waited for Sun Guangyao to leave before entering the hospital, and the doctor had already left work.

We only know his name is Dr.

Qian,” Zhong Xiao explained.

Liu Hun thought for a moment; Sun Guangyao didn’t seem like someone with problems, but he figured he should still visit the hospital tomorrow.

“There’s another thing: Sun Guangyao has been frequently contacting a male model named Wu Xing, who also has close ties with Li Hong,” Zhong Xiao told Liu Hun.

“Who is Li Hong?” Liu Hun asked Zhong Xiao.

“Li Hong is the only son of Director Li Tianming of Xingle Group and another rich second-generation like Sun Guangyao,” Zhong Xiao explained.

Suddenly, Liu Hun felt that something was off but couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong.

After pondering, he asked Zhong Xiao, “Does Li Hong have any encounters with Sun Guangyao?”

Zhong Xiao shook his head and said, “No!

The only connection between them is the male model Wu Xing, and the three of them have never appeared together.”

“Mhm.” Liu Hun nodded, feeling that something was going to happen but couldn’t quite articulate it.

“By the way, Boss!

I’m tracking this Wu Xing,” the Monkey chimed in and added, “I recently found out he’s been in contact with the ‘Rats at Sea!'”

“The ‘Rats at Sea’?!” Liu Hun asked, somewhat puzzled.

The Monkey explained to Liu Hun, “It’s an entertainment city that operates on a ship out at sea, so we call them the ‘Rats at Sea.'”

“Did he have any previous experiences or interests in this area?” Liu Hun asked the Monkey.

The Monkey shook his head, snickering, “Looking at him, he doesn’t even dare to go in there; his money is barely enough for food.

We’ve been in those circles too, and Zhong’s connections are solid.

A little check and we figured out he’s never been there.”

“Alright, I got it!

Keep an eye on these people, and call me immediately if there’s any new information.” Liu Hun gave a few instructions to Zhong Xiao and the Monkey, then left the van and drove home.

Just as Liu Hun reached his apartment building, he saw the relentless flashing lights of police cars and several policemen, along with a crowd of media.

Could it be another woman got in trouble?

Anxious, Liu Hun got out of the car and walked over.

“Liu Hun!

Liu Hun is back!

Look!

Look!” a reporter shouted, prompting a swarm of journalists to rush over.

“Liu Hun, can you tell us where you just were?” a journalist asked.

“What happened?” Liu Hun retorted, always careful when dealing with the press.

“Liu Hun, don’t you know that Director Li Tianming of the Xingle Group died unexpectedly at the VIP club?” another journalist threw a bombshell.

“What did you say?

Director Li died?!” Liu Hun’s eyes bulged, startling the questioning journalist who stepped back several paces.

“Liu Hun, someone witnessed you and Director Li together at the VIP club, and shortly after you left alone, the news of Director Li’s sudden death emerged.

Do you have anything to say about that?”

“…”

Facing the chaotic questioning of journalists, Liu Hun felt his mind turn to mush.

How could Li Tianming have died just after he left?

“Mr.

Liu, we are from the police station.

Please come with us,” two police officers said, and then escorted Liu Hun into the police car.

The police car sped away, and countless journalists immediately got into their various vehicles and followed.

They didn’t want to miss a single detail about this superstar agent, especially when it involved a death.

“Can I make a phone call home?!” Liu Hun asked the officer sitting next to him.

“Of course,” the officer replied, aware of Liu Hun’s connection with Mu Zhengrong and knowing Liu Hun was only a witness.

After Liu Hun called Lin Xiaoxiang to assure her he was alright, he felt relieved.

It was only when he arrived at the police station that Liu Hun learned the whole story; just after his departure, Li Tianming had suddenly suffered a heart attack.

Since his clothes had been removed, the quick heart-saving pills couldn’t be found in time, leading to his accidental death.

The forensic examination confirmed this, and large amounts of alcohol and its metabolites were detected in Li Tianming’s body, with no other lethal substances found yet.

Moreover, the forensics set the time of death at about twenty minutes after Liu Hun had left.

“What about those two models?” Liu Hun asked the officer taking his statement.

“Both have been administratively detained for two days due to illegal transactions.

Mr.

Agent, would you like to bail them out?” the officer asked.

“Oh, no!” Liu Hun waved his hands.

Right now, he was trying his best to steer clear of such affairs to avoid media harassment, let alone bail out two young models.

“Agent Liu, you can sign here and then you’re free to leave,” the officer told Liu Hun.

After signing, Liu Hun asked the officer, “I wonder if I could ask for two favors?”

“Please tell, Mr.

Agent,” the officer responded.

“First, just release a statement clarifying this matter,” said Liu Hun.

The officer smiled and replied, “Of course, that’s no problem at all.

Providing public information is part of our duty.

Naturally, we will make a special mention of Agent Liu’s part to avoid causing him any trouble.”

“Thank you!

Secondly…

could you keep those two models detained for a couple more days?

Is that possible?” Liu Hun made his request.

“Of course, no problem!

That’s a small matter; not just two days, even two weeks wouldn’t be a problem.

Is there anything else, Agent Liu?” the officer generously replied, as these were mere trifles and certainly not a big deal, especially considering the connection with Mu Zhengrong.

“Then I appreciate your help!” Liu Hun stood up and said.

“Agent Liu, you’re too polite!

Come with me this way, there are already quite a few media at the entrance,” the officer stood and said, then led Liu Hun out of the police station by another route.

Back at home that entire evening, Liu Hun pondered the words Zhong Xiao had spoken to him and the bizarre death of Li Tianming.

The next morning, bright and early, Liu Hun took Zhong Xiao’s van to Jin Jiankang Private Hospital.

Accompanied by Zhong Xiao and Ape, he entered the hospital lobby and asked at the reception, “Could you please tell me where Doctor Qian Dong’s office is located, and on which floor?”

The nurse at the reception looked at the three of them and asked, “Who are you?

Do you have an appointment with Doctor Qian?

We are a private hospital, and we do not see patients without appointments.”

Zhong Xiao discreetly passed over an envelope filled with ten thousand yuan and said, “Little sister, we are Doctor Qian’s relatives, just here to see him.

It’s broad daylight, and a public place, we can’t possibly be bad guys, right?”

The young nurse’s eyes widened as she quickly slid the envelope into her bag, then told them, “Doctor Qian’s office is on the third floor, the second door on the left.”

“Thank you!” Liu Hun said, and along with Zhong Xiao and Ape, he headed to the third floor.

Since it was a private hospital and still early working hours, there weren’t many people around.

They knocked on Doctor Qian’s office door.

“Who is it?!” Qian Dong asked from inside.

“Doctor Qian, we have an appointment for a consultation,” Zhong Xiao answered from the doorway.

“Old Zhang?

How come this early…

Who are you?” As Qian Dong opened the door, he immediately realized that he didn’t recognize the three men at the door, clearly not the patients who had made an appointment.

“Get in!” Zhong Xiao pushed Qian Dong inside, then the three of them entered the office and closed the door.

“Who are you people?

What do you want to do?

If you dare to mess around, I’ll call the police!” Qian Dong said as he backed away in fear.

“Sit down!” Zhong Xiao pointed to a chair and instructed.

Qian Dong was immediately intimidated by Zhong Xiao’s demeanor and quickly sat down.

“Snap snap!” Zhong Xiao placed and opened two suitcases on Qian Dong’s desk for display.

Qian Dong immediately coveted the contents of one suitcase filled with money, and the sight of the other, which contained a handgun, almost made him wet his pants.