In the afternoon, after eating, Hong Tao and I were about to leave when he received a call from Old Yang:

"Yes, we are about to go to the train station."

"Ah? ... Okay."

Hong Tao hung up the phone, and I noticed his eyes flashing. I had a bad feeling.

"Did something happen to Yang Yicheng?"

I felt a tingling sensation on my scalp and my breathing quickened.

"Sis, don't worry. Yicheng just fell down the stairs and broke his shin bone."

I breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it's nothing serious.

No, if it was just a fracture, why would Old Yang only call Hong Tao?

"Was he pushed down the stairs by Xia A San's daughter?"

The child who was twelve three years ago should be in middle school now.

He nodded.

I understood now. Zhang Fengxia was warning me to back off!

She actually knows what we're doing here. We must have stepped on her tail!

Otherwise, why would she bring out Xia A San's daughter at this time?

I took a deep breath and called Old Yang back:

"This indicates two things. First, the forces behind Zhang Fengxia are deeper than what has been exposed. Second, our direction of investigation is correct."

"Xiao Yu, do you want to rescue Feng Qihang, or do you want to uproot Zhang Fengxia's entire criminal gang?"

Old Yang asked quite rationally. I was stunned and indeed hadn't considered this point.

The actions of the past few days were entirely driven by the anger provoked by Zhang Fengxia.

I lowered my head, not knowing how to answer.

A light sigh came from the other end of the line: "You should come back first. I just relayed the information you gathered to the criminal police in this jurisdiction. At least Feng Qihang's disappearance, suspected of being kidnapped, provides a point of entry and a possible case."

My eyes lit up.

That's right, why not rely on the big tree beside us?

"Okay, we'll head back to Honghai right away," I said.

"Hmm, I'll be at the hospital with my son tonight."

I hung up the phone, feeling much more relieved.