10:00, finished eating and headed downstairs.
"Brother Zhang, want to find a place to have so fun?"
Senior Brother showed a look that all n understand, enthusiastically inviting Zhang Feng.
’Actually... does he seem to quite enjoy his current life?’ Zhang Feng, slightly tipsy, shook his head. Just as he was about to refuse, he noticed two people across the street, walking hurriedly one after the other, as if looking for soone or trying to leave.
And both of them had skills on par with Master Zheng.
Especially at this mont.
Zhang Feng also noticed the detective captain from the school; he was across the street.
But now he was in disguise, wearing a hat and a mask.
If Zhang Feng wasn’t familiar with his body movents and deanor, he wouldn’t have recognized him.
But what’s he doing here?
Could it be he knows we’re planning to have so fun and is here fishing for trouble?
That would be a bit underhanded.
But since they were acquaintances,
Zhang Feng nodded at him from across the street.
The gesture implied, ’I recognized you, stop fishing.’
At the sa mont,
Zhang Feng saw his phone ringing.
The caller ID showed it was Captain Sun.
Previously, due to school matters, Zhang Feng had a good impression of him.
He also respected Zhang Feng’s daring deanor.
The two clicked, exchanged numbers, and beca friends at first sight.
They’ve exchanged small talk a few tis in the past few days, but it was all nonsense.
Like him asking, ’Since the school incident, has anyone bothered you?’
Zhang Feng, squatting at Master Zheng’s place every day, naturally said no.
"Let take this call."
Zhang Feng excused himself from Senior Brother and the others and stepped aside.
"Hello."
Zhang Feng answered, watching the two skilled individuals gradually walk away.
"Master Zhang, did you see ? Recognize ?" Captain Sun’s tone was curious. "How did you recognize ?"
"By your deanor," Zhang Feng didn’t hide it, "A person’s body language and habitual movents are like a second face."
Zhang Feng continued jokingly: "Captain Sun is a detective; you don’t need to tell you this common knowledge, right?"
In the Criminal World, Zhang Feng often joked with his comrades.
Habit kicked in, coupled with alcohol, and he said it without thinking.
After speaking, Zhang Feng also realized he shouldn’t have said that, but what’s said is said; he’ll wait to see if the other side gets annoyed.
"Of course, I know!" Captain Sun replied, clearly not amused: "But the issue is, how did you recognize at a glance?"
A Grandmaster, is your observation that sharp?
Don’t say you’re a Grandmaster; your observation is just that sharp.
Because I’ve also practiced martial arts for several years."
Captain Sun confidently said, "Although to you, my skills may seem trivial, I’ve also t so skilled individuals and understand that observation isn’t heavily tied to being a Grandmaster.
Enhancing observation requires in-depth knowledge of human physical functions and a wealth of experience to develop such sharp observation.
But as far as I know, Master Zhang is only twenty-two years old.
Master Zhang, care to explain?"
"I see people at the library every day." Zhang Feng didn’t expect Captain Sun to infer so much, but casually said: "And I like observing body movents, and I have great mory for physical details.
Captain Sun, don’t try to extract more information; I’m not soone who’s fudged their age in the system.
So, let’s get straight to the point."
"Alright!" Captain Sun nodded and asked, "Given Master Zhang’s sharp eyes, you must have noticed the two people earlier, one in yellow and one in light blue casual wear?"
"Yes." Zhang Feng didn’t hide, further analyzing: "They are skilled.
Through observation alone, I think they’re much more skilled than the three involved in the school incident.
But to understand the specifics, I’d need to confront them to be sure.
So things aren’t visible through sight alone."
’An incident? And that tone?’ Captain Sun found Zhang Feng’s analysis curious.
Because he felt it was like listening not to a boxer but an old detective analyzing a case at a worn-out desk.
This tone and deanor, he’d seen in his ntor.
His ntor, an old detective from the 2000s, loved speaking this way.
Add a cigarette and sprinkle in so swearing, and it would be spot on.
’Who exactly is this Master Zhang?’ Captain Sun felt very puzzled, sensing sothing amiss but couldn’t figure it out.
"Why are you looking for ?" Zhang Feng noted his silence, so he inquired while glancing across the street:
"If it’s a lengthy matter, I’ll inform my friends here first, and we can discuss it in detail."
"Then... let’s discuss it in detail." Captain Sun quickly returned to the topic: "Because this matter concerns you."
’?’ Zhang Feng felt puzzled but replied: "Hold on a mont, I’ll inform my friends."
He hung up the phone.
Zhang Feng walked over to Senior Brother and the others,
"Sorry everyone, a friend needs ."
Concerned they’d misunderstand his reluctance to join them, Zhang Feng gestured toward Captain Sun with his eyes.
After seeing a group looking his way, Captain Sun also waved.
"Another friend, huh?" Senior Brother was rather cheerful, once again showing a knowing smile, "Invite this friend along, we can just order a couple more girls."
"..." Zhang Feng was silent for a mont, then thought it over and still said:
"He’s with the detective squad; plus, he’s ticulous, and his analytical skills far exceed anyone I know. I almost got caught up just chatting with him earlier.
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