Chapter 191 - 141: The Shocking 400,000

’It wouldn’t have just been a market vendor and a little girl there...’

But...

"Can you look into it?"

Xu Huo suddenly asked.

Qian Hua was about to speak, but the words caught in his throat.

’A stall from six years ago... A location with no records...’

’The fee collection system was probably a mess back then. Even knowing it involved money, we can’t even find a single person who was on the scene. A detailed search is out of the question...’

"Dedicate some police resources. Focus everything on the money."

Xu Huo shook his head.

’It’s a good piece of information.’

’But ultimately useless.’

Resigned, Qian Hua could only make the arrangements as ordered.

As for what Xu Huo planned to do...

...

...

Nighttime, 8:30 PM.

Everyone’s phones began to ring. They each picked up, glanced at the screen, and hit the answer button.

"Hello? Officer? It’s Huang Song. Damn it, I pulled some strings and looked into shops in Linlan City, in the relevant areas, that can fence goods of questionable origin."

"This kid didn’t just make a hundred thousand... He made at least four hundred thousand, and that’s a low estimate!"

"Did this son of a bitch kidnap some rich folk and sell ’em for ransom...?"

Huang Song’s voice, full of curses, echoed in their ears.

"Are you sure?"

Xu Huo asked.

"Positive. If anything, the amount is even higher, not lower!"

"I found the local kingpin and got him to name the shops capable of fencing these goods. Then I squeezed the financial records out of those shopkeepers. After cross-referencing their transactions with the internal police reports from the corresponding times, the number is pretty much locked in."

"Damn it, four hundred thousand a year... That kid’s insane. And the people he stole from... they’re just as ridiculous."

"I’ve been a thief my whole damn life, and this is the first time I’m hearing about a phone worth over ten thousand, and a single piece of jewelry worth nearly a hundred thousand!"

Huang Song was in his sixties, and looking at the information in his hands, he could feel his blood pressure skyrocket.

"In the wealthy areas he hit, did he leave any obvious traces at the scenes?" Xu Huo asked.

"None. The kid knows some kind of ’lightness skill.’ Some street-show hustler taught him. He’s unbelievably agile and left no traces at the scene..."

"Damn it all, how the hell did that kid get past this goddamn fingerprint lock!? It’s unnatural, I tell you!"

Huang Song spoke, already starting to question his own reality.

Honestly, he had gone to the crime scene full of confidence, but the moment he saw the powered fingerprint lock, his mind went blank.

As for ’lightness skill’...

The skill exists, but it’s not the kind you see in TV dramas where people fly by stepping on leaves.

It’s about training your core muscles to become more agile and faster.

For example, in historical detective shows, you see thieves scrambling across rooftops, moving as nimbly as swallows—that’s them using a ’lightness skill.’

In modern times, this is called ’Parkour.’ It’s the same principle, primarily a method of physical conditioning. Of course, traditional ’lightness skills’ are more focused on ’stillness.’

"Four hundred thousand..."

Listening from the side, Li Jianye felt his scalp tingle.

Four hundred thousand... in a single month. To put it bluntly, that was enough to fund the entire Criminal Investigation Division!

"What about his spending?" Xu Huo asked, not missing a beat.

"Sima Li’s handling that. This old man wouldn’t know."

"Son of a bitch, how do you even pick this fingerprint lock? It’s just a bunch of metal plates inside I don’t understand. Where’s the keyhole...?"

Hearing Huang Song muttering to himself, Xu Huo simply hung up.

He dialed Sima Li’s number.

"Hello?"

"Young man? I don’t have any leads on my end yet."

"I had some of my underworld contacts help out, but we haven’t found any records of suspicious, large-scale spending. There’s no trace of him at any of the luxury shops either."

"I also looked for any signs of Sun Jiang surfacing, but nothing unusual turned up."

"This kid steals money but doesn’t spend it..."

Sima Li had enlisted the help of many "like-minded" individuals to search the entire city, but unfortunately, they hadn’t found a single trace of him.

"How are Chen Song and Li Xue doing?"

"Nothing from them. That kid... Old Chen’s practically calling him his own apprentice. He disdains petty cash and only goes for the big scores. He keeps his operations clean, so the local kingpins don’t know a thing."

"Old Chen... he spent a while investigating and found something. While the kid was scouting the murder victim’s location, he was also casing other spots in the surrounding wealthy neighborhoods. Now Old Chen is trying to figure out who the next murder victim will be."

Sima Li’s voice came through the phone.

’There are leads, but they’re useless leads.’

However...

’This is exactly why I brought them in!’

Looking at the person in front of him, Xu Huo hung up the phone and spoke slowly.

"Did you hear that?"

"Four hundred thousand. Now..."

"Find me a transaction. For four hundred thousand!"