"Brother Xiong, Brother Xiong!" Jiang Dashan exclaimed.
"Finally, someone knows who I am," Da Xiong said sarcastically.
"You blind fools, where did you leave your eyes?! Do you know who this is? He's Brother Xiong, the underground boss of Jiang City!" Jiang Dashan pointed at the men around him and cursed.
He then went up to the two closest men, kicking each of them once.
Finally, he turned back to Da Xiong obsequiously, "Brother Xiong, what brings you here? Why didn't you give me a heads-up? I could have personally come out to welcome you."
Da Xiong glanced at Jiang Dashan, having no time for pleasantries. He got straight to the point, "Where is the car that suddenly appeared here today?"
Jiang Dashan looked at the man kneeling before Chen Fan, "I told you to handle it. Where did you put the car?"
The man appeared flustered and pointed in a direction, "Boss, I, I scrapped it. It's, it's over there, piled up."
Everyone looked and saw a crushed pickup truck piled on top of the scrap heap.
"Bang!"
Upon seeing this, Jiang Dashan's face filled with anger. He kicked the man, roaring, "Who told you to scrap that car? That car didn't even have proper paperwork. Do you want me to get arrested?!"
"Boss, I, I thought no one wanted this car. I thought we could earn some money from scrapping it, so, so I scrapped it," the man hastily explained.
"You damn idiot! Did you see the owner? Did you see the scrapping documents? If you didn't, you dared to scrap it. I think you've got the guts of a bear!" Jiang Dashan, enraged, kicked the man again in the back, sending him tumbling to the ground.
"You're not getting paid this month!" he roared, still not appeased, pointing at the man.
After saying this, he turned to Da Xiong with an apologetic look, "Brother Xiong, I'm truly sorry. You're a step too late. It's all my employee's fault. Don't worry, I'll definitely teach him a lesson later!"
Da Xiong looked at the conspicuous scrapped car high up and frowned slightly, "Who brought this car here?"
Jiang Dashan quickly replied, "Brother Xiong, I honestly don't know who delivered it. I came to the yard this morning, and the car was already parked at the entrance. You can ask my employees if you don't believe me."
"Yes, yes, yes," several men nodded in agreement.
"Don't you have any surveillance here?" Da Xiong questioned.
"Brother Xiong, why would I need surveillance here? This is just scrap metal. Besides, even with two or three people, they couldn't move a car!" Jiang Dashan explained.
Da Xiong's expression turned grim. After all, this was the only lead they had regarding Xiao Hu's incident.
"The boss isn't from around here, is he?" Chen Fan asked at this moment.
Jiang Dashan finally noticed Chen Fan, "Brother Xiong, who is this?"
"You call him Mr. Chen," Da Xiong replied coldly.
Jiang Dashan smiled and responded, "Mr. Chen, I'm not from around here. My hometown is Sucheng, but I've been in Jiang City for several years."
"Sucheng?" Chen Fan's gaze shifted back to the man lying on the ground.
"He's also from Sucheng. He's a distant cousin of mine," Jiang Dashan added.
Chen Fan's eyes moved away from the man and he said to Da Xiong, "Da Xiong, it seems they genuinely don't know the origin of this car. Let's go."
"Brother Fan, but..." Da Xiong hesitated.
However, seeing Chen Fan's gaze, he nodded and followed Chen Fan out of the scrap yard.
"Brother Xiong, Mr. Chen, please take care. I'm too busy here, so I won't see you off," Jiang Dashan's voice came from behind.
Da Xiong completely ignored him. The two arrived outside and drove away from the scrap yard.
"Third Uncle." Seeing Chen Fan and Da Xiong leave, the man got up from the ground, looking wronged.
A cold glint flashed in Jiang Dashan's eyes. He glared at the man, "Behave yourself during this time. If you act without my permission again, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
The man was startled by Jiang Dashan's gaze and hastily explained, "Third Uncle, it was, it was they who called me for help. It has nothing to do with me. I attacked Da Xiong just now to help you get rid of him."
"Slap!" Hearing the man's explanation, Jiang Dashan raised his hand and slapped him across the face.
The man was stunned. Another tooth flew out, a truly brutal sight. Why was everyone so fond of his face today?
"I'm telling you to behave yourself during this time. I don't care who called you, but if you dare to disrupt Master Gui's plan, don't blame me for not recognizing you as my nephew!" Jiang Dashan's eyes revealed a murderous intent.
"Yes, yes, Third Uncle!" The man clutched his face and nodded frantically.
At this moment, not far from the scrap yard, Chen Fan slowly stopped the car by the roadside.
"Brother Fan, that boss was clearly lying just now. How could he not know about scrapping a car? He was clearly destroying evidence!" Da Xiong was confused, as this was their only lead so far.
Chen Fan patted Da Xiong's arm and took out his phone to dial a number.
"Should I call you Dean Zhang, or Uncle-in-law?" Chen Fan asked first when the call connected.
"Cough, cough, cough!" The person on the other end clearly choked on water.
"Call me Dean at work. Privately, you can call me Uncle-in-law. It sounds more intimate," came the voice of Zhang Chongshan, the dean of Longgang Hospital.
This was the first time Chen Fan had contacted Zhang Chongshan since Long Yinglan told him about their relationship.
"Uncle-in-law, I need your help with something," Chen Fan said directly.
Zhang Chongshan was speechless, "You brat, I knew you were digging a hole for me. You've already called me Uncle-in-law, how can I refuse? Tell me, what is it?"
A smile appeared on Chen Fan's face, "I want to know all the detailed information about the owner and employees of the South Suburb scrap yard."
"South Suburb scrap yard? Your aunt should have it. I'll make a call and get it for you. I'll send it to your email later."
"Thank you, Uncle-in-law," Chen Fan expressed his gratitude.
"You brat, why are you being so polite with me? Wait, I'll send it to you later. Oh, and remember to come for a consultation these days. You're the star of Longgang Hospital." With that, Zhang Chongshan hung up.
Hearing the dial tone, Chen Fan felt an indescribable emotion.
This was the first time he had called a relative for help, and the warm address made him feel the warmth of kinship.
"Brother Fan, you want to investigate their background?" Da Xiong asked, confused.
Chen Fan snapped back to reality and nodded at Da Xiong, "I have a feeling these people are not simple."