"Mayor Vent?"
He Ao asked softly.
"Y-Yes, Mayor Vent." Once he had started talking, the Youth no longer held anything back and spilled everything in one breath. "It seems the mayor lost something important, and that lawyer named Igarie took it. But we couldn't find anything, so we could only look for people connected to her. We found that she often came to the library and had a fairly good relationship with you, so we thought she might have given it to you."
If the mayor had truly lost something valuable, he could have reported it directly to the police or the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
Only things too shady to be reported required gang members to recover them.
He Ao realized things were becoming more complicated. Looking at the Youth, he asked another question. "Was that Machine Acolyte who chased me down a few days ago one of your people too?"
"I don't know." The Youth hurriedly shook his head. Then, under He Ao's icy gaze, he added, "I really don't know. But the word from the boss was that you were already dead and that I could search without worry. But he told me—"
The Youth hesitated before continuing, "He told me that if I saw you, I could kill you on the spot. Old man, please let me go. Once I get back, I'll wash my hands of this business and become a good person."
"Give me Najia's number."
He Ao glanced at him and casually tossed the gun at his feet.
The Youth lowered his head and looked at the gun. His fingers twitched, but in the end, he did not dare pick it up. Instead, he took out his wristband and gave He Ao Najia's number.
He Ao glanced at him and saved the number.