Previously, when gathering information in Dongwu City, Lin Li had chosen a teahouse. This time, he wanted to learn about Shuanghe City, so naturally, he chose a teahouse again.
There was no teahouse in sight on this street. Lin Li stopped a passerby by the roadside and asked where he could find one. The person told him there was a teahouse on another street not far away.
Before long, Lin Li arrived on another street and found the teahouse.
As soon as he entered, a teahouse worker came forward enthusiastically to receive him.
"Sir, are you alone?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to drink tea in the first-floor hall, or have a private room upstairs?"
"I'll drink tea in the hall."
"Right away."
The waiter understood Lin Li's request and led him to an empty table.
He had just finished lunch and wasn't hungry, so Lin Li only ordered a pot of tea and a small plate of pastries.
After the waiter left, Lin Li pricked up his ears and listened to the conversations of the people drinking tea nearby.
"Things haven't been peaceful lately," a bearded man remarked.
"Yeah! When I go out to have fun at night, I don't even dare stay out too late anymore," the tall young man agreed.
"A major incident happened last night. I wonder if you've heard about it?" said a refined middle-aged man.
"What major incident?" the bearded man and the tall young man asked in confusion. From their expressions, they clearly had no idea what had happened the night before.
"The Qinghe Gang leader's son was attacked by several masked assassins last night. Although he managed to escape, he was seriously wounded," the refined middle-aged man said.
"What?!!!" The two men were instantly stunned.
"No wonder the atmosphere on the streets felt