Street Hustler and His Policewoman Wife

Chapter 359: A Blessing in Disguise

Liu Dayou definitely couldn’t handle so many opponents.

Even one-on-one, Liu Dayou would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage.

But some things, as a man, as a son,

you have to do, knowing well that you shouldn’t.

No matter if his parents were distressed about their daughter,

or inherently felt submissive in front of others.

Liu Dayou had to vent his anger; how he would speak to his parents behind closed doors was another matter.

Chen Xiao kept watching Liu Dayou wield a wooden stick with an overwhelming momentum.

As if holding a divine tool against the universe, he struck the Wu Family like a god of war, unbeatable and invincible, making them scatter everywhere.

However, momentum is something that ebbs with each wave.

Liu Dayou’s fierce actions caused no actual harm.

Soon, his brother-in-law picked up a wooden stick, planning to strike the back of Liu Dayou’s head when he wasn’t looking.

If that strike had landed solidly, it could have killed Liu Dayou.

Chen Xiao immediately intervened, grabbing the stick in his anger.

"Trying to kill someone?" Chen Xiao asked coldly, looking at Liu Dayou’s brother-in-law, Wu Kuan.

The latter yelled with wide, angry eyes, "Who the hell are you? Get lost!"

Chen Xiao didn’t explain, snatching the stick and breaking it with his hands, tossing it aside.

Wu Kuan’s arrogance suddenly dissipated a lot.

Immediately, Chen Xiao showed his credentials: "I’m a cop, who do you think I am?"

His consultant ID might not convince those who understand,

but ignorant people became obedient immediately.

Liu Dayou then stood by Chen Xiao’s side.

Although he wanted to slap his brother-in-law a few more times, he knew it might cause unwanted trouble for Chen Xiao if he did.

He looked at his parents, who swallowed their pride, and his sister, who only knew how to cry.

Liu Dayou’s heart was quite despairing.

He thought if his parents or sister had resisted just a little, he wouldn’t be so embarrassed.

"Brother Chen, let’s go. I’m done with this family mess."

Liu Dayou said, looking at his parents, "Are you coming or not? Xiaoying’s choices are hers, whether good or bad. Stop worrying about her."

By this point,

Liu Dayou’s parents could only silently stand behind their son.

Liu Xiaoying choked back tears, calling out to her parents, but didn’t say more.

Liu Dayou was angry at their lack of resolve, looking at his parents: "You didn’t give her the money, right?"

"We were going to give it to her secretly when we left."

"Give it back to me; I borrowed it from Brother Chen. No need to leave it for her. She’s lost her conscience; what’s the use of money?"

Liu’s parents handed the thirty thousand Chen Xiao lent them back, and Liu Dayou gave them all to Chen Xiao, then turned away.

But Chen Xiao said at this moment, "Wait."

Liu Dayou was curious as Chen Xiao looked at the half-finished wood carvings in the yard and asked Wu Kuan:

"Does your family do wood carving business?"

Wu Kuan looked defiant but still answered, "Yes, so what?"

"Not much, have you heard of the Ten Demon Sons piece?"

Chen Xiao remembered Guo Zhengchang mentioning that the last place the Ten Demon Sons appeared was in Xiuzhou over a decade ago.

"What Ten Demon Sons? Never heard of it!"

"It’s a wood carving that appeared in Xiuzhou over ten years ago. It’s shaped like a human torso, with ten lifelike children carved inside."

Wu Kuan grew impatient.

But the next moment, his father frowned and said,

"I’ve seen it!"

Chen Xiao’s heart leaped with joy, asking, "You’ve seen it?"

"Yes, though I didn’t know it was called the Ten Demon Sons. I remember it because of its weird shape. I was there during the transaction."

"Do you know who was buying and selling?" Chen Xiao pressed further.

Wu Kuan’s father thought for a moment and replied, "They said that piece was made by a renowned Shen family artist many years ago. The seller was a foreigner, and the buyer was a man with the surname Qiu."

These words left not only Chen Xiao, but also Liu Dayou, exclaiming:

"What did you say his surname was?"

"Qiu, like in autumn. Everyone called him Boss Qiu, seemed he was from Hai City!"

Liu Dayou was utterly stunned.

Even Chen Xiao was momentarily speechless, inwardly marveling: Could it be that sometimes fortune comes without seeking?

Before Chen Xiao could speak, Liu Dayou pulled Wu Kuan’s father aside, smiling broadly, saying:

"Uncle Wu, can we talk privately?"

Moments ago, Liu Dayou wanted to kick the entire family out, yet now he approached with a friendly, warm smile.

Chen Xiao understood Liu Dayou did this for his sake, smiled, and said, "Yes, a private chat sounds good."

Wu Kuan’s father snorted coldly at Liu Dayou but gave Chen Xiao face.

He had no choice but to do so.

He couldn’t forget the sight of Chen Xiao easily snapping that thick, solid-wood stick.

Once aside, Chen Xiao said to Liu Dayou, "Go to the car and bring me some paper and pen, I’ll do the questioning."

Liu Dayou ran out quickly.

Chen Xiao then asked Wu’s father, "Do you know Boss Qiu’s full name?"

"I only heard people call him Boss Qiu."

"Is his business large-scale?"

"Not really, around here, anyone doing business is called ’boss.’"

Chen Xiao nodded, "Did you see any family members when you saw him?"

"Just him, it’s like he came specifically for the wood carving. But he seemed clever; the foreigner selling it tried to raise the price slyly but ended up giving a discount after Boss Qiu whispered something to him."

"Why do you remember this so clearly?"

"We’re all wood carvers. We hear about Master Shen’s fame and work. Mainly, that piece makes you uneasy just looking at it. It startled me at first glance, so it stuck in my memory!"

This response made sense.

However, Chen Xiao considered the surname Qiu alone as the biggest pleasant surprise of this visit.

But beyond the surprise, it was shocking that the Ten Demon Sons might be related to the Leigong Mountain female corpse case in Hai City!

Soon, Liu Dayou brought the paper and pen.

Chen Xiao then queried Wu Kuan’s father, "You should remember what he looks like, right?"

"Yes, I do, but the man always wore sunglasses, even at night."

Chen Xiao frowned, yet could only continue, "Describe his appearance carefully, especially any facial features."

Upon hearing this, Wu Kuan’s father became serious.

But before describing, he abruptly asked, "Did he do something wrong? Even then, I felt he wasn’t a good guy, and later heard he... was a human trafficker!"