So my suggestion is that you find a designated driver, go home, and sleep. Don't make your wives or children come to the station to bail you out in the middle of the night."
...
Ten minutes later.
In a small room of a nearby teahouse.
After having a cup of sobering tea, Zhang Feng looked at Captain Sun, who was deep in thought, "Why did you ask for me?"
"Oh." Captain Sun slowly came back to his senses and asked, "Do you know Zheng Lin and Fu Feng, these two people?"
"What?" Zhang Feng didn't want to remember more names, taking up brain space, "Speak plainly, what's the matter?"
"Those two just now, they are Zheng Lin and Fu Feng." Captain Sun replied solemnly, "They want to kill you, and they have a problem; they're suspected professional assassins with blood on their hands."
"Kill me?"
Zhang Feng paused for a moment, then asked, "Why do they want to kill me? And you said they have blood on their hands. These so-called professional assassins, is it speculation? Or?"
