Gratitude should be repaid with actions.

Gu Fangfei is a very polite and well-mannered girl. She knows that Xu Hang must have helped her. She repeatedly sent gifts to the Jin Yan Tang, but she was unable to enter. Xu Hang's response was also simple: "Not necessary."

However, Gu Fangfei couldn't let it go in her heart.

A few more days passed, and Gu Fangfei received an opportunity to listen to a good play. Therefore, she copied an invitation card and sent it to Xu Hang. This time, Xu Hang accepted it.

The invitation card is quite heavy. It's an invitation from the Pear Blossom Troupe invited by the Governor's Mansion. They will be performing at a concert on the Governor's fifty-year-old birthday. The Governor and the Pengyun Chamber of Commerce have a close relationship. In the early years, they helped each other and made a lot of money. Naturally, it's not difficult for Gu Fangfei to bring someone in.

Previously, when Xu Hang mentioned the "Pear Blossom Troupe," Gu Fangfei took it to heart, knowing that he was very thoughtful.

On the other hand, the temperature plummeted at Xiaotong Pass today, despite it being spring, it felt as cold and thin as winter.

Each exit was firmly guarded, and every person's face wore the expression of facing a formidable enemy.

Duan Yelin stood in front of his office, looking at the several fierce bullet holes that pierced through the thick yellow rosewood door. His eyes were filled with a menacing ferocity, reminiscent of a tiger or a leopard.

A few minutes ago, if it weren't for his extraordinary hearing that caught the faint sound of the safety catch being pulled, his head would have been blown off by now.

Murder has come to the doorstep of the Chinese Zodiac.

Immediately issue an order to the guardroom to seal off all exits and block all access points. The momentary response was to completely surround Xiaotong with an impenetrable barrier, yet the predicament remained, as the identity of the person responsible could not be found.

Du du, the knocking sound of two knocks on the door, Qiao Song entered and saluted: "Commander, we've checked everyone, but found nothing unusual! There are a few footprints on the soil in the backyard, but they didn't go far before turning back. It seems they didn't have a chance to escape. At the very least, the person must be hiding inside!"

"If it's not the thieves from outside, then it must be the white-eyed wolves within our own ranks?" Duan Yelin crouched down, feeling the bullet holes. "Both the specifications and firepower of this gun seem to be our military's Type 2 long rifle."

"Yes, I've checked. There was shooting training this morning, and everyone's guns had been fired, so it's impossible to find out. During the pursuit just now, everyone was also stepping around on the grass, so..."

Duan Yelin put on his military cap and said, "Summon everyone to the front hall!"

In the front hall stood a crowd of people, not too many in number. Today was a rest day for the Xiaotong Pass, so apart from the two teams on patrol duty, the rest were officials responsible for paperwork.

Duanyelin's eyes were like an eagle's, scanning the faces of everyone he encountered. Even the most confident individuals felt uneasy under his intense gaze.

After questioning one by one, Qiao Song wrote down the words in a notebook and passed it to Duan Yelin. Duan Yelin flipped through it and said, "This is interesting. Since no one was present, does that mean I shot myself? Hmmm!"

His final word had a heavy nasal tone, like a hammer striking the hearts of everyone. Everyone knew that he was a ruthless master, and if the true culprit couldn't be found, it was feared that no one would be safe.

Sure! Here's the translation of the paragraph:

Sure enough, I heard Duan Yelin say, "Very well, let's first lock everyone up in the prison and interrogate them slowly."

Commander... Commander, this won't do...

"It's not me! It's not us..."

"Let go! I'm the nephew of the mayor! You can't do this..."

For a moment, the crowd erupted with various screams of panic, curses, complaints, and commotion. Duan Yelin's gaze remained fixed on the tumult, attempting to discern any clues.

Panic, anger, fear. All kinds of expressions were there, but what he wanted to see was guilt.

At this moment, a distinctive, confident voice sounded: "Wait! Commander, I have a way to find out who the assassin is!"

The front hall suddenly became quiet.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a tall man in a white suit raised one hand and walked out, standing in front of the crowd. He repeated, "I can find it."

Duan Yelin observed for a while, feeling that this person was somehow different from others. He narrowed his eyes and glanced at Qiao Song. Qiao Song understood and approached, whispering, "This is the son of the Military Intelligence Bureau's high-ranking official that I mentioned to you earlier, Yuan Ye."

Oh, so it's him.