Wang Family Seeks the Culprit

"Someone's holding a funeral?"

Li Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. "Tell me about this person."

To be honest, he had already begun to suspect this fellow.

That pattern was a mark used by the Yellow Springs Organization, much like a bandit chief stamping his territory. Outsiders could not understand it, and once they had succeeded, they would quickly erase the traces.

Since they were holding a funeral, how could the mark still be there?

Besides, this fellow had discovered it far too quickly.

These street urchins made a habit of cheating, swindling, and conning people.

It was entirely possible that he had drawn the mark himself and lured Li Yan over to extort money...

"Sir, how would I dare deceive you?"

Liang Biaozi seemed to have noticed Li Yan's suspicion and hurriedly protested, "I won't hide this from you. I recruited some beggars and supported them with hot sesame cakes every day, in exchange for having them run errands and gather information for me."

"As long as it concerns Jinmen, they can always get wind of something. I didn't trust the place they found, so I personally went there and asked around about that household. There really was something strange about them."

"Oh? Tell me about it. What was strange?"

"That household's surname was Wang, and its head was called Wang Chaoyi. He used to be an old bamboo craftsman. His whole family lived crammed into Muddy Alley, so poor even the rats could starve to death. The entire family had only one padded pair of trousers, and whoever went outside in winter wore them."

"But five years ago, Wang Chaoyi came down with a serious illness and passed away. He was already seventy-five, so it counted as a happy funeral. His family got a dog-bumped, paper-thin coffin ready to