The room was not big, with a low coffee table, three tatami mats, a carp painting hanging on the wall, and a paper window - that was all.
On one side of the room, far from the door, sat a man in a suit with frameless glasses, he looked about 35 years old with a handsome appearance. At the other end, closer to the door, sat another man in a crisp suit, but the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes made him appear older, around 42 or 43 years old, with a strong and robust build.
When Ziong MingDe entered the room, they did not show any gestures of welcome or threatening gestures, they just looked at Ziong MingDe.
Ziong MingDe understood Yan's way of doing things very well, so he ignored them and found a spot to sit cross-legged. Then he spoke to the man with glasses.
"Let's begin."
The man with glasses, who had been maintaining a poker face all along, blinked his eyes behind the lenses.
This was the first time he had seen Ziong MingDe. Before meeting him, he had heard many rumors about him, but he was skeptical.
Even an extraordinary teenager of 14 or 15 years old would not surpass the limits of someone his age.
However.
At this moment, the calmness of Ziong MingDe truly surprised him.
Didn't this young boy know that he was walking towards death?
However, despite his surprise, the man with glasses did not show much change in his exterior. According to the plan, he took out a white plastic pill bottle from the inner pocket of his jacket and placed it on the table in front of Ziong MingDe. Then he waved his hand to summon a waiter and ordered a glass of water for Ziong MingDe.
Throughout this whole process, the two men did not have any direct conversation or words with Ziong MingDe.
After the waiter brought the water, Ziong MingDe picked up the pill bottle, shook it, and felt the pills inside rattling. After opening the bottle cap, there was only one white pill inside.
Without examining it closely, Ziong MingDe swallowed the pill with the water. Within a few minutes, he felt dizzy and his consciousness quickly faded away from his brain, unknowingly slipping into a deep sleep.
"I'll leave the transportation to you, Zhuo Qing."
The man with glasses took the pill bottle back into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and stood up.
"Well, it's nothing for me to carry this little brat. Only..."
Zhuo Qing, the burly middle-aged man, easily carried Ziong MingDe on his shoulder.
"I didn't expect it to be as smooth as Mr. Yan said. This kid didn't put up any resistance. Should we say he is cooperative or righteous?"
The man with glasses didn't respond to Zhuo Qing's words, and he walked out on his own.
"Hey, I'm talking to you, four-eyes."
Zhuo Qing carried Ziong MingDe and quickly followed after him.
Carrying a person weighing over a hundred pounds was as easy for him as carrying a shoulder bag for an ordinary person.
But even so, when he reached the tea shop's entrance, the man with glasses was already waiting for him in a gray SUV.
"Hurry up, Zhuo Qing. The traffic broadcast said there was a traffic accident near the Deer King Temple, causing traffic congestion."
The man with glasses leaned out of the window and rhythmically tapped the car door with his fingers, urging him on.
"I'm already walking fast!" Zhuo Qing's tone sounded a bit wronged as he opened the back door and placed Ziong MingDe horizontally on the seat. Then he sat in the passenger seat.
"By the way, you haven't told me about this little ghost yet, you nerd."
Just like before, Glasses Man ignored Zhuo Qing's words and released the handbrake, shifted gears, and stepped on the accelerator to drive away from the tea shop.
After an awkward silence for several minutes, Zhuo Qing had no choice but to admit defeat.
"Senior Chen Yan, can you tell me about this little ghost? My department has no information on this matter."
Only at this moment did Glasses Man's poker face show a hint of expression, with a slight curl at the corner of his mouth, showing a hint of satisfaction.
"Sure, why not? After all, this journey is still long."
