Special Forces Medic-Chapter 560 - 530 I Don’t Know You

"The affairs within your official circles don’t need me to elaborate, do they?" Wang Zhantian took a drag and blew smoke at Wang Zhanting, who frowned and waved away the smoke with his hand. "I need you to use some connections to find the people who handled that case at the time, see if there’s anything to uncover."

Seeing Wang Zhanting unresponsive, Wang Zhantian walked to the window and opened it. "Of course, it doesn’t matter if you don’t do it; I can find someone else. However..." He looked at Wang Zhanting and let out a cold laugh. "However, our brotherhood is coming to an end."

"Brother, are you forcing me?"

"Interpret it however you want. I can give you face and take this matter on, but it doesn’t mean I’ll endure humiliation like you." Wang Zhantian extinguished the half-smoked cigarette on the windowsill; the white ash on the green wall appeared particularly glaring in Wang Zhanting’s eyes.

When Wang Zhantian left, he wasn’t sure, but his words before leaving kept echoing in his mind. His brother was determined to do it, and he couldn’t stop him, which also confirmed the rumors outside — the rumor that Fatty Wang always had ties to organized crime. It was yet another dilemma; he felt annoyed but had to deal with it carefully.

He could gauge how deep Fatty Wang’s waters ran, but now he was unsure about the depths of Wang Zhantian’s waters — how much strength Wang Zhantian had hidden from him. However, he was grateful that if Fatty Wang wasn’t dead, he wouldn’t have known his older brother could bury things so deeply, nearly fooling him. Now he had to start paying attention to his every move.

Leaving the hospital, Wang Zhantian couldn’t help but lean against a tree with the housekeeper carefully attending to him by his side. "Sir!"

"I’m fine, Housekeeper Yin." Wang Zhantian waved his hand at him; he just wanted to find a place to breathe some air, his chest stifled.

"Sir, the Third Sir didn’t mean for things to be this way; I think he also has his dilemmas." Housekeeper Yin loyally mediated beside Wang Zhanting, having watched both grow up.

"Tell the driver to randomly find a bar." Wang Zhantian didn’t want to discuss this, and Housekeeper Yin naturally stopped talking.

"You haven’t eaten yet, is it a good idea to have something before heading to the bar?" Housekeeper Yi cautiously asked.

"No need."

Housekeeper Yin found the car, opened the door for Wang Zhantian to get in, then sat in the passenger seat.

"Find a quieter, more upscale bar; I want some peace!" The driver nodded knowingly, wandered around the streets a few times, then stopped at a seemingly classy bar.

"You guys go back first." Wang Zhantian got out of the car, dismissing the housekeepers to leave early.

"Sir, we’ll find a place ourselves; don’t worry. If you wish to return, please call us. We’ll wait nearby."

The interior of the bar matched its exterior, looking elegant and classy, like a club. The tone was handled just right, without being so dark that faces couldn’t be seen, and not so bright that it lost its mysteriousness. Wang Zhantian found a spot casually; he came here for the purpose of drinking.

It’s not the age for reckless venting; with nowhere to vent his internal gloom, he could only use alcohol to escape. This is the adult way; looking around, scattered tables with a few guests occupied the empty spots. It wasn’t yet peak time.

Alcohol wasn’t for anesthetizing but for decadence. Unclear who said this, but it did seem to resonate now.

With his eyes half-closed, Wang Zhantian loosened his shirt collar and disheveled his neatly combed hair. In the dim light, there was still a hint of his youthful handsomeness, but his son — resembling his mother — hadn’t inherited any of his advantages.

"Drinking alone?" A man sat across from him, the brim of his hat obscuring much of his face, but his resolute chin revealed he was quite young.

"I don’t know you."

"It’s okay if you don’t, as long as we know the same person." Wang Zhantian put down the glass; a stranger with a motive approaching was usually either blessing or curse. "Shao!" The man uttered one word, believing he understood his meaning.

"Hmm, indeed, we know the same person." Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol or his mood; he suddenly didn’t dislike the hat-wearing stranger so much. "What do you want to discuss by looking for me?" He summoned a waiter for a glass and ice, unhesitatingly grabbed a handful of ice, poured half a glass of wine, and pushed it to the stranger.

"We have common enemies, don’t we?" The young man shook his glass; the sound of ice and alcohol mingling echoed like a solitary melody — simple and heavy. "You’ve just lost a son, correct?"

"Seems you know my details well; seeking me out certainly means you have a plan." Wang Zhantian blinked slightly drunken eyelids, comfortably reclining on the sofa. "For you to come in before me, you probably began tracking me early on; I’ll give you a chance to state what you want."

The young man was indifferent to Wang Zhantian’s arrogance. "There’s no plan, but there’s someone I’m looking for; I wonder if you can provide a clue."

"Kid, who do you think you are?" Upon hearing, Wang Zhantian felt like he was being played and couldn’t help raising his pitch.

"Hong Lian."

"You’re looking for him too?"

"I said our enemies are the same." The young man raised his glass, satisfied with Wang Zhantian’s expression. "This is the entry condition for cooperation; if you find this person, your son’s death won’t be in vain — that’s your hope, isn’t it?"

"Why should I trust you?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk!" The young man waved his fingers at Wang Zhanting; his audacious attitude made Wang Zhantian want to rage, but he restrained himself. "You’re mistaken! We don’t need trust between us; our goals are the same. This is a mutual exchange, and you can choose to go solo, take it as far as you can, or collaborate with me to see how much benefit is gained."

"How do I find you?" Wang Zhantian made the decision without a second thought.

"I’ll find you."

"Hmm."

"Oh, by the way! I’ve already paid for this bottle of wine, enjoy it slowly." The young man raised his glass and left as abruptly as he came. Wang Zhantian stared at the empty spot in a daze — had he drunk too much? Everything felt a bit unreal. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to give recommendation votes, monthly votes, your support is my greatest motivation.)