Chapter 11: Astonished His Companions

Yu Dazhang remembered clearly that in his past life, his mother had strongly supported his work.

Where had things gone wrong in this life?

Why were his parents so afraid of losing him?

What puzzled Yu Dazhang most was that he had no memory of gaining weight.

This was a weight of over three hundred jin.

Ice three feet thick doesn’t form in a day; three layers of belly fat don’t come from one binge.

Could this be achieved in such a short time?

He had asked his parents many times, but all he got were vague, evasive answers.

“What else? You ate it yourself.”

“Don’t remember? That’s normal. You eat every day—how could anyone recall every single meal?”

The more he asked, the more his parents scolded him.

As a son, he couldn’t argue with his parents over this, so Yu Dazhang just fell silent.

For the next two days, Yu Dazhang continued his anti-pickpocket duties as usual.

With Lu Zhongxin as his master, he didn’t need to think much—just follow his master’s orders.

Lu Zhongxin took responsibility for the hostage incident.

This was exactly the kind of thing a master had to shoulder—if it fell on Yu Dazhang, he’d at least face a disciplinary sanction.

Fortunately, Qu Tuotuo didn’t press charges, and Lu Zhongxin was only reprimanded a few times by his superiors.

The First Detachment had been swamped these past two days; rumors said the branch had issued a direct order: find the suspect within the deadline.

Yu Dazhang understood—this person was like a bomb to the Qu family, ready to explode at any moment.

Qu Tuotuo had already been kidnapped once.

If it happened again, Captain Wei Qian would be removed, and the entire First Detachment would face collective punishment.

I’ll stick to anti-pickpocketing… Yu Dazhang now felt relieved he was assigned to the Third Detachment.

In his past life, he had been transferred to the First Detachment later on.

If he hadn’t been moved, he wouldn’t have investigated that series of disappearances—and he wouldn’t have died.

Two more days passed, and the First Detachment still had no leads.

After interrogation, they learned that the two injured kidnappers were the main suspects; the other two were temporary hires.

The two in the hospital refused to say anything, no matter how much they were questioned.

Due to their injuries, they couldn’t be subjected to intense interrogation.

The other two were cooperative, but knew little—they had never even heard of the infiltrator in the Qu household.

Qu Tuotuo couldn’t provide any useful clues either.

At the airport, the man had accurately called her name and claimed he was sent by her father to pick her up.

Then, as soon as she got in the car, a gun was pressed against her head.

On the fifth day, the First Detachment couldn’t hold out any longer—prolonged high-pressure work had worn them down.

After a meeting, the branch decided to assign personnel from the Second and Third Detachments to assist.

Yu Dazhang was among them.

The Third Detachment sent five people: Captain Zhang Dong, Lu Zhongxin, and his three apprentices.

Yu Dazhang’s task was simple: stand guard with two other new recruits at the Qu family’s gate.

This was a common investigative tactic used by criminal investigators.

Full name: stakeout surveillance.

Since the suspect had been confirmed to be inside the Qu household, police had to be deployed nearby for close observation.

This kind of duty was usually assigned to new recruits.

“You two keep watch first—call me if anything happens.”

Yu Dazhang leaned back against the car seat and closed his eyes to rest.

“Why?” Zhao Hang shot back.

Of the entire criminal investigation branch, he disliked Yu Dazhang the most.

This fat bastard always picked fights—he always left Zhao Hang seething.

“Because my fist is bigger than yours,” Yu Dazhang glanced at him.

“I think you’re asking for a beating.”

In his past life, he had hated Zhao Hang most—lazy, scheming, sucking up to superiors, always running to report on others.

One moment he’d be laughing with you, the next he’d sell you out. Who’d have thought he’d still do well—liked by superiors, happy family, married into a wealthy household.

Zhao Hang fell silent the moment he saw Yu Dazhang clench his fist.

He knew this fat bastard was capable of violence—they’d been together during internships.

Once, when Zhao Hang had snitched and got caught by Yu Dazhang, the latter had beaten him badly in front of all their colleagues.

After lying there for about half an hour, just as Yu Dazhang was dozing off, another new recruit suddenly tapped him:

“A car’s coming.”

Yu Dazhang sat up instantly and stared at the gate.

A luxury business sedan slowly pulled up in front of the Qu family villa.

A middle-aged man stepped out from the driver’s seat—early forties, judging by appearance.

Suit, tie, white gloves—no doubt, the Qu family’s personal driver.

People who owned luxury cars usually sat in the back; even if they drove themselves, they didn’t wear white gloves.

“Probably someone from the Qu family is leaving,” Yu Dazhang said, watching the gate.

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He had intended to keep resting, but as he leaned back, the driver’s movement caught his attention.

The driver turned slightly, presenting his side to the Qu family gate, tilting his head to glance at the entrance with his peripheral vision.

Yu Dazhang saw clearly—this motion made the driver visibly tense.

Why would he stand like this while waiting at the gate?

It was clearly an instinctive gesture—but it was a defensive posture.

As the Qu family’s personal driver, why would he need to be wary of his own employer?

Yu Dazhang quickly had his answer.

After confirming no one was at the gate, the driver pulled out his phone from his suit pocket, tapped a few buttons, and held it to his ear.

So he was making a call… Yu Dazhang concluded the driver had instinctively assumed this defensive stance to avoid being overheard.

Interesting.

Yu Dazhang focused his attention on the driver’s lips.

At a distance of over thirty meters, hearing what was said was impossible—even with Yu Dazhang’s sharp hearing.

At this point, only his eyes could help.

In his past life, he often communicated with colleagues using lip-reading.

Like during meetings, when talking badly about the boss, or discussing which female officer was attractive…

Practice makes perfect.

Yu Dazhang had some skill in lip-reading—he could understand most words and phrases, as long as they weren’t too obscure.

The driver’s first sentence made Yu Dazhang’s heart skip.

“I’ll bring the person over soon—get ready.”

Doesn’t sound good~

“Control the dosage of the anesthetic—I’ve watched her grow up—don’t hurt her life…”

Bad!

Yu Dazhang stopped watching—he knew enough to make his judgment.

The driver was the insider!

Time was critical—Yu Dazhang immediately called Lu Zhongxin.

As soon as the call connected, he spoke quickly:

“Master, the infiltrator in the Qu household is their personal driver—he’s at the gate now—hurry and bring people!”

“Are you sure?”

“Tell Captain Wei to have the hospital guards use the driver’s name to bluff the two suspects—they won’t hold out.”

“Understood. I’m on my way—don’t move until I get there!”

At that moment, Zhao Hang and the other new recruit stared at Yu Dazhang like he was a monster.

What the hell—how can you be so sure?

How did you figure out the driver was the suspect?

Are you two in cahoots?

Otherwise it makes no sense!

(End of Chapter)