Chapter 1212: Exposure

The streets were filled with people from the Lansi family. They wore unique trench coats, and the emblem on their left arms made them look distinctly different from ordinary gangsters and passersby.

These men were constantly searching the nearby blocks. Some homeless people hiding in corners to escape the cold were dragged out from the dark, damp nooks and asked if they had seen or encountered anyone.

The old doctor watched everything on the street through the window on the second floor of his house. These people were not bad; they didn't beat anyone, and instead, they even gave the homeless some money.

Watching them gradually move away, the old doctor felt even more unease in his heart.

He walked out of his room and stood on the sidewalk, watching those people who were already becoming blurry in the distance.

His neighbor stood right beside him. "Did they ask you too?"

The old doctor turned his head to glance. His neighbor ran a grocery store that contained all sorts of things, practically a small supermarket.

In a relatively closed-off neighborhood, the business of this kind of grocery store was very good because people's daily lives were almost inseparable from it.

The old doctor nodded. "They knocked on the door and came in; could I have possibly made them leave?"

His neighbor curled his lips. "I don't know which lucky guy will be able to find the few people they mentioned. You know, they told me that as long as I can help them catch those bastards, they can give me thirty thousand dollars."

"Thirty thousand!"

The grocery store owner's voice suddenly rose quite a bit. "I'd have to work... at least several decades to earn that much money, but now I only need to provide a clue and then be with them."

Green light flickered in his eyes, which made the old doctor think of a time when he returned from out of town and was passing through the outskirts of the city while sitting in a car at night; they had encountered a pack of coyotes.

Actually, coyotes are not the kind of very large gray wolves; they look like ordinary canines, but when they gather in dense numbers and stare at you with green eyes, you can feel that scalp-numbing sensation.

At that time, the old doctor had that exact feeling. Those eyes flickering with green light in the darkness made him feel the threat of death.

But fortunately, those coyotes also knew that attacking a car would not bring any victory or food, and would instead cause them heavy losses, so they just watched from afar.

After the car had moved a sufficient distance away, the coyote also disappeared from sight.

He would never forget those eyes, just like the grocery store owner's eyes right now; the green light was almost about to shoot out!

Not knowing if he was being sensitive, the old doctor felt that the grocery store owner's gaze toward him was somewhat playful. A similarly rough smile immediately appeared on his own face, and his tone also carried some yearning and greed. "If there could be thirty thousand dollars, many things could be resolved."

"Who wouldn't want that?"

The grocery store owner nodded, quite in agreement. "Yeah!"

"With so much money, who could refuse?"

The longer the old doctor stayed with this old neighbor, the more uncomfortable and uneasy he felt.

He casually found an excuse to return to his clinic. Although it was already dark when those people came, he couldn't guarantee that no one had seen them.

He paced back and forth a few steps, glanced at the phone, and then went to the side of the phone to dial a number for someone who was considered his cousin.

The Sumuli people did not have a fixed city of residence in the Federation; they were distributed throughout most cities in the Federation, and there were also some in Laizhou and New Jincheng.

He dialed the phone of a friend in New Jincheng, and the call was quickly connected.

"Hi, brother, you don't call me very often!"

Both men were quite old, but their relationship was very good. Originally, the guy on the other end of the phone and the old doctor both lived in Hongshi City.

But later, as the development of Laizhou accelerated, his old brother's children thought they should go to the East Coast to venture out, thinking they might be able to create some achievements.

For these second-generation immigrants born in the Federation, they were in a very awkward stage.

To say they were immigrants, they weren't complete immigrants, but to say they weren't immigrants, the locals couldn't accept them so smoothly.

Perhaps only by the third, fourth, or even fifth generation would the Federation people accept them.

The children had all left, and this guy had followed them. Although they were separated in two regions, they still often talked on the phone, just like chatting while sitting together.

The old doctor didn't smile and talk to him like before, but asked very seriously, "How much do you know about the Lansi family?"

His friend was stunned for a moment, then asked somewhat uncertainly, "Did you offend someone from the Lansi family?"

"If you offended their people... that is bad news. I heard that Mr. White has a good relationship with the Pasiletu family. You come over now, and I'll take you to beg Francisco to help us; you might be able to escape a disaster!"

The Sumuli people are very united, and the rise of the Pasiletu family was built on unity.

When they first arrived in the Federation, they were actually not much different from ordinary people, but because they were reasonable, their fists were hard enough, and they were willing to help others, they eventually gained the support of the Sumuli people and gradually gained a foothold in New Jincheng, which led to the later Pasiletu family.

When Paul was alive, whenever it was the Sumuli people's own festivals and Advent Day, some of them, the older veterans in the neighborhood, would go to the Pasiletu family to offer festival greetings to Paul.

Paul would meet them and chat with them without any airs, which also made many Sumuli people willing to try their luck at the Pasiletu family when they encountered problems.

When the Pasiletu family encountered trouble, ordinary Sumuli people were also willing to provide help.

The old doctor interrupted his words. "I didn't offend the Lansi family; I just want to ask how their reputation is over there."

Before Governor Wei De was killed, Hongshi City was considered his territory, and Lansi wouldn't easily come over, and people from the Lansi family were also very hard to get in, so for people living in Hongshi City, the Lansi family was a very distant and unfamiliar name.

He wanted to know what the Lansi family actually represented.

His friend pondered for a while and asked, "Did something happen?"

The old doctor didn't hesitate and stated what he knew: Lansi had been assassinated.

"My god, is he... seriously injured?" his friend couldn't help but exclaim.

This made the old doctor somewhat curious. "You care about him very much; have you received their help?"

His friend sighed. "I haven't directly received their help, but in the entire New Jincheng, the entire Laizhou, there are many people who have received his indirect help."

"It's hard for me to explain this clearly; after all, they do too many things, and they don't look at all like those ordinary gangsters who don't engage in production and only know how to take and destroy."

"Mr. Lansi White is a good person; he shouldn't be injured. I hope his injuries aren't that serious!"

Hearing his friend actually take the initiative to pray for Lansi, the old doctor became even more curious and also learned more about Lansi from his old friend. After listening, he took a deep breath. "Listening to you say that, he is indeed a good person."

"Now I am facing a choice, but I don't know what to do."

His friend probably also knew what had happened and immediately comforted and advised, "If you know something, you had better make it clear to them."

"They won't wrong you, they won't deal with innocent people; the Lansi family acts very fairly. I haven't heard of them dealing with good people indiscriminately."

"But if you know and you don't say it, then you will become their enemy."

"As friendly as these people are to innocent people, they are just as cruel when dealing with those enemies!"

"Listen to me, brother, if you still want us to go fishing by the lake when we are old, you had better tell the truth!"

After a while, he said, "I know, I'm going to make up for this mistake."

"Waiting for your good news!"

After hanging up the phone, the old doctor's wife also walked out of the room. She looked at her husband with great worry. Looking at this woman who had accompanied him for his whole life, the old doctor finally chose to believe his friend's words.

He dialed the phone number left by that person, and in about ten minutes, several cars stopped at the entrance of the veterinary clinic.

A person who looked very young but had an aura about him walked in from outside. "Are you the one who said you know where those bastards are?"

Lansi was still resting. Originally he wanted to come, but Erwin refused. What he needed to do most now was to nurse his injuries well, not run around everywhere.

He could handle these things.

The old doctor nodded somewhat timidly. After these young people wearing the same style of clothes came in, they searched his house inside and out again.

Erwin saw the newspaper and the phone number left on the newspaper. He asked, "Why didn't you say so just now?"

The old doctor's butt tightened, and he said somewhat sheepishly, "I don't know you, so I had to inquire about what happened and who you are."

"My friend in New Jincheng said you are trustworthy people, so I dialed this number."

He mentioned his friend in New Jincheng. His friend had just said he could take him to see people from the Pasiletu family.

People from this family had a very good relationship with the Lansi family, so he mentioned it here, hoping it would have some effect.

This sentence did indeed have some effect, and the pressure Erwin brought to him decreased quite a bit. If they were "locals," then Erwin was willing to believe him.

People who were still doing the sweep outside saw the company's motorcade stop here, and the captain who had come here just now ran back again.

He entered the room and glanced at the old doctor, pointing at him with a playful smile. There was no other meaning, but it still made the old doctor somewhat frightened.

Erwin saw it was his own people and didn't say anything. His attention returned to the old doctor. "You called me, which means you have some clues. Now tell me your clues."

Since the old doctor had made his decision, he would no longer hesitate, and he immediately started talking about what had happened before.

A friend knocked on the door, treated a gunshot victim, and then watched them leave; the whole process was described in detail by him.

Erwin listened very carefully. When he heard that those gunmen were all Sumuli people, a hateful character naturally emerged in his mind—Christopher.

"Do you know where they are hiding now?" Erwin asked.

He still had to go back and tell Lansi about this matter. Of course, the top priority now was to find those people.

The old doctor shook his head. "They didn't tell me where they were going, but I know the person who brought them here lives at the end of this street, and the house number is..."

In an environment that is relatively closed off like this, most of the residents on a street know each other.

Just like those large factories, the workers inside, even if they are not very familiar friends, are more or less familiar, or even know each other.

After he finished saying everything he knew, he looked at Erwin eagerly. Erwin revealed a smile. "Do you know?"

"Your decision saved yourself and your family."

He said, taking out a check and placing it on the table. "A transfer check; you can put it away. However, I suggest you'd better not use it first, because in case the information you provided is not quite right, we still have to come find you!"

The old doctor glanced at the check somewhat reluctantly and didn't take it. "After you catch those bastards who hurt Mr. White, we'll talk about this matter again."

Erwin didn't force it and put the check away. He patted the old doctor's arm. "Now I really believe you are a smart person."

After he finished speaking, he tipped his hat. "Thank you for the information, see you later."

The old doctor also said goodbye to them, then watched them leave his house, get into the car, and drive toward the end of the street.

He knew that someone was going to be finished, but this had nothing to do with him; at least he had saved himself and his family, and there was a possibility he could get a reward.

Just in this short while, the grocery store owner next door walked in. He looked at the old doctor somewhat regretfully. "Are those people from the Lansi family?"

The old doctor nodded, and then he saw deep disappointment in the grocery store owner's eyes.

Obviously, the grocery store owner knew something. The old doctor didn't know what had prompted him not to call and report him yet.

It might be worry, it might be conscience, or it might be something else; in short, he had missed this opportunity.

The grocery store owner asked in a voice that everyone could hear, filled with longing. "Did they give you money?"

The old doctor didn't answer, just kept smiling. This was obviously a very presumptuous question; he could choose not to answer.

The grocery store owner couldn't stay any longer either. Although the old doctor hadn't said anything, he had actually said everything.

He left while cursing in a low voice. Why couldn't he have been more decisive?

Was a neighbor of several decades worth more than that ten thousand dollars?

Fuck! ===== CHAPTER 1213 =====