After a brief word, Chen Cheng led the way, rushing to the scene.
...
Gentry Sun's estate was brightly lit.
In the main hall, Sun Chengbang wore a solemn expression as he carefully kept Chen Cheng company.
He watched the young Chief Constable gently sip his tea, seemingly lost in thought.
Sun Chengbang did not interrupt him.
Sun Chengbang was in his thirties, a master at Skin Grinding Realm Perfection, and the senior disciple of the Qingcheng Gang's leader, Wu Qingcheng. He was a well-known figure around Qingshui Pier.
He had heard about the theft at Qingshui Pier the previous night, but confident in his own influence, he hadn't given it much thought.
'No matter how brazen this Flying Thief is, would he dare target me, Sun Chengbang?'
