"Who is Zhou Chen?" Zheng Tu frowned deeply as he looked at the man in the portrait.
The old man with the goatee explained, "You may not know this, Gang Leader, but this Zhou Chen used to be nothing more than a poor boy who gutted fish for a living. Later, he joined the Zheng Family Martial Arts Hall and, through a series of fortunate encounters, advanced in martial arts. Now he's a Second-Rank Martial Artist."
"When did he break through to the second rank?"
"If the information is accurate, it should have been just a few days ago. He was also elected District Superintendent of Bearfield District and several other districts," the goateed old man said.
"Tell me, Liu Shui, did you get your head caught in a door? Or did you inhale too much Miasma Poison last night and muddle your brains?" Zheng Tu fought back the urge to slap the man named Liu Shui into the wall and asked again, "How could a brat who only reached the second rank a few days ago have killed Jiang Chuan, the head of the Jiang Household, who had long been a Second-Rank Martial Artist? The timing doesn't line up at all."
Zheng Tu distinctly remembered that, after analyzing the traces left by the fights, this goateed old man had concluded that the martial artist who killed Clear River Gang Leader Yin Mengbo and Jiang Household Head Jiang Chuan was the same person.
But how could Zhou Chen, who had only reached the second rank a few days ago, have killed Jiang Chuan before that? The sequence of events made no sense whatsoever.
"You'd better give me a reason that convinces me."
The goateed old man spoke unhurriedly. "Gang Leader Zheng, hear me out. We've failed to catch the murderer