Zhang Cheng listened patiently until he finished, then interrupted directly: "Jialong Hotel. There's a martial arts expert from Sichuan staying there these past few days. Go and find out who booked his room and who's been bringing him food."
He paused, his voice growing even colder.
"Also, I need the names of everyone involved: who hired the Siberian Tiger, and who set up Zhang Zhongming. Especially the name 'Brother Leopard'."
Zhang Tian gasped on the other end of the line: "Master Zhang, those Jiaxing gang members... things are so tense right now, if I go to investigate, I'm afraid..."
"I will arrive in Jiaxing in two days."
Zhang Cheng's words made Zhang Tian's heart skip a beat.
"Jiaxing is in such a chaotic state right now..."
"Chaos makes things easier."
Zhang Cheng smiled and hung up the phone.
It's time to settle old scores and new scores all at once.
He had just hung up the phone when Zhao Daming returned on his motorcycle, his right hand wrapped in a thick bandage.
"Brother, where are you going!" Zhao Daming strode over, looking annoyed. "Damn it, these martial arts practitioners are really cunning! The traditional Chinese medicine doctor said I was pricked in the tiger's mouth by a needle with medicine on it. Luckily it wasn't a deadly poison, or my hand would be ruined!"
He shook his bandaged right hand and said with a wry smile, "I really thought that bastard knew qigong!"
"Where in this world are there so many masters?" Zhang Cheng said calmly.
“Let’s not talk about that,” Zhao Daming’s face darkened. “I asked around for you. Zhang Zhongming in Jiaxing was framed step by step. They forced him to resign, cut off his livelihood, and wanted to drive him to suicide. This was most likely done by the Jiaxing gang!”
"I know."
Zhang Cheng's answer surprised Zhao Daming.
"Brother, can I borrow your motorcycle?"
“Okay!” Zhao Daming pulled out his keys without hesitation and tossed them over. “You’re not short of money now, you should buy a car.”
Zhang Cheng took the keys and grinned, "Once I'm done with this busy period, I'll buy a car to drive around in."
He hopped on the motorcycle and twisted the throttle.
With a roar, the motorcycle shot off like an arrow and disappeared into the night in an instant.
Zhao Daming stood there, watching the headlights of the departing car, and sighed with a complicated expression.
He knew that if Zhang Cheng went, the sky over Jiaxing would probably be ripped open.
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