737: C737 Traces of the Necklace

C737 Traces of the Necklace

What Jiang Feifan didn't expect was that the thief was so fragile. Before he could ask a few questions, he had already stopped breathing.

Fortunately, Jiang Feifan had at least managed to find out the whereabouts of the necklace in this limited period of time.

At this time, Lee from police station had also brought five or six colleagues to Water Manor, preparing to arrest this heinous thief.

However, when Lee saw the thief lying on the ground, he asked Jiang Feifan, who was about to make a phone call.

"Didn't you ask me to catch him? Why did he die?"

Jiang Feifan told Lee what had happened just now. Lee suddenly understood.

After all, Jiang Feifan was defending himself. Besides, Lee wouldn't dare to capture Jiang Feifan even if he was given a hundred guts.

"By the way, Lee, could you please clean up this person's corpse? Your sister-in-law's valuable things have been sold by this kid. I have to investigate the buyer's information."

Lee nodded at Jiang Feifan and used his hand to call his colleagues who were waiting downstairs to clean up the corpse.

Jiang Feifan told Ye Loong the clues he knew, and Ye Loong immediately sent people to search for the identity of the rich man.

Jiang Feifan heard that Ye Loong had already made arrangements and hung up some words. He went downstairs and hugged Han Siyu, who had been worrying about him, and comforted her.

"Wife, I have found where your pearl necklace is. In less than two days, I will bring it to you immediately."

Han Siyu also leaned on Jiang Feifan's chest like a little bird and did not say anything. She listened to Jiang Feifan and nodded.

The next morning, Jiang Feifan was still immersed in his sleep and did not wake up. He was woken up by a phone call from Ye Loong.

"Ye Loong, did you find any clues about that rich man?"

Jiang Feifan took the phone with sleepy eyes and asked Ye Loong.

"Yes, boss. That guy is just a rich man in the capital. He is greedy."

"Knowing that his wife's birthday is coming soon, he asked someone to buy a second-hand necklace from the black market, so he found the thief."

Jiang Feifan replied hastily." Yes, yes." He was about to hang up the phone.

Ye Loong continued to add, "Boss, I'll send the specific message and the location of the rich man to your phone later."

Jiang Feifan waited for Ye Loong to finish his sentence and did not answer him. He immediately hung up the phone.

Twenty minutes later, the sound of Jiang Feifan's phone text woke him up again. He was about to fall asleep.

Jiang Feifan looked at his phone. It was the address of the wealthy buyer and some specific information about his house.

Seeing this, Jiang Feifan did not choose to sleep again. He immediately sat up and planned to meet up with Ye Loong to go to the rich man's house to get the necklace.

On the way to the rich man's house, in a long and long alley, Jiang Feifan saw a group of young men surrounding a little boy.

The little boy looked like he was at most twelve or thirteen years old. He held a football in his hand and curled up in fear.

Jiang Feifan saw that the child was in trouble, so he and Ye Loong slowly went over to hear what had happened.

"Kid, the ball has no eyes. Don't tell me you don't have eyes? Why did you kick the ball over my head? "

One of them, a young man with tattoos all over his body, shouted at the child.

"I... I didn't do it on purpose... I'm sorry, big brother..." The child said with a wronged laugh.

"Is it over with just a word of apology? ! Do you think you're living at home?! Pay up! You must pay up!"1

The tattooed young man used his hand to touch the back of his head and continued to roar.

Jiang Feifan could not stand it any longer. He rushed over and patted the young man on the shoulder.

"Young man, what are you doing? How dare you extort money from a child? "

"Where did you come from? What does my business have to do with you? ! Are you his parent? "

The young man shouted at Jiang Feifan who was walking towards him.

"That's me. What are you going to do to him?" Jiang Feifan walked to the front of the young man and held his hand.

The young man looked at Jiang Feifan's clothes and couldn't help but laugh.

"Are you his parent?! Don't make me happy. Get lost, get lost. My fist is like his soccer ball without eyes."

The young man raised his head and said as he pushed Jiang Feifan away with both hands.

Jiang Feifan saw that the young man was unreasonable and still attacked him. He decided to teach him a lesson in his heart.

"Then you can try." Jiang Feifan continued to walk in front of the child and said coldly.

"Brothers, if someone doesn't accept a toast, he will drink a forfeit. Let him see the dangers of society!"

After the young man said this, the few young men standing behind him raised their fists and rushed towards Jiang Feifan.

"Hey, let's talk reason with them later. Ye Loong, do it!" Jiang Feifan gently patted his own forehead with his palm and told Ye Loong to prepare to fight.

After two minutes of fighting, only the tattooed young man was left standing in the alley, looking at Jiang Feifan and Ye Loong.

The rest of the people had already scattered and fled. Some of them even ran away with their shoes, not daring to pick them up.

"You... Who are you? " The young man repeated those words as he retreated, preparing to escape.

However, he was the one who attacked Jiang Feifan after all. How could Jiang Feifan let him go so easily?

"What's wrong? He was so scared that he wanted to run away when he saw someone stronger than him? ! You're too cowardly."

Jiang Feifan patted the dust off his hands and slowly approached the young man step by step.

"Don't... Don't think I am afraid of you... If you dare to approach me again, I will fight you to the death!"

Although the young man said so, he was actually very afraid. He was afraid that he would lose his life just to extort some money.

When the young man had retreated to a corner, he suddenly came up with an idea and immediately knelt down to Jiang Feifan. He kept kowtowing and mumbling something.

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