"Everything…? You want me to tell you everything?" Xiang asked, his face a mask of misery. He gave Su Qing an aggrieved look. 'What rotten luck,' he thought. 'How did I get saddled with a terror like her?'
"Well? Are you going to talk or not?" Su Qing's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"I'll talk, I'll talk!" Xiang nodded vigorously and rushed to say, "Come to think of it, the last two or three months have been really strange. The number of turf wars between the big and small gangs in Xiangcheng has shot up. The cops are patrolling the streets all day long now, and it's got everyone on edge. Oh, right! A while back, an heiress from some powerful family was even snatched right off the street. Her bodyguards were all killed."
Hearing this, Su Qing knew at once. 'He's talking about Cheng Beilin.'
