Yixiong and Jingkang ran across the intersection to a pay phone box. There were two people queuing in front of the pay phone. Yixiong told them he had just had an accident. He had to make some calls immediately. The two of them nodded. They allowed Yixiong and Jingkang to stand at the front of the queue.

The phone case was transparent. People could see inside, and people inside could see outside. The person on the phone apparently also saw the accident that they had just experienced. When he noticed that Yixiong and Jingkang were standing at the very front of the queue in front of the telephone booth, the person hung up right away. He opened the door of the telephone box.

"Please, Sir!" the man said.

"Thank you," Yixiong replied.

They both quickly went inside. At first Jingkang gave news to the pager company to continue the news to the pager brought by Caihong. After that, he called the painting exhibition site to inform Caihong's other assistants who were then on duty there. After that, it was Yixiong's turn to call. He called the police who were in the house behind their house. He reported that there was a possibility that they would arrive a little late because there had been an accident, so they had to change vehicles.

Lastly, Jingkang called Caihong's parents' house. Caihong's parents were currently on vacation in another city, which was very far from their gigantic city. Caihong's brothers did not live there either. Even so, Jingkang had to give news to the house.

From the words that came out of Jingkang's mouth, Yixiong knew it was the butler in the house who received the call. Yixiong had met the butler. At that time, the butler also took Caihong's parents to the hospital to visit Caihong.

Of course, at that moment, Yixiong had not realized that Caihong's family owned Xindongchang. He and the others only knew that they were rich people. Only the rich could afford to pay for a professional butler.

On that occasion, Yixiong had heard Shanquan talking a little with the butler. The Butler told Shanquan that he had worked as a Butler in the house of the Caihong family for twenty years.

"Sorry, Sir, we took a long time to call," Yixiong said to the people queuing in front of the telephone box.

"It's alright. We understand. Has anyone been hurt?" Ask one of them.

"Fortunately, no one, Sir. We were all wearing seat belts. After all, our car was running at low speed," Yixiong replied.

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"I'm grateful! I saw earlier that the person who hit seemed drunk," said another.

"Perhaps, Sir! Excuse us, Sir, we have to hurry. There is an important thing we must immediately do," said Jingkang.

"Please, Sir! Later I will give a statement to the police. I hope they will catch the culprit quickly," said the person.

Yixiong and Jingkang then returned to where they had left Yiren. However, both Yiren and Gongxi were no longer there. Jingkang poked Yixiong's shoulder and pointed to their right. It turned out that Gongxi was standing not far from there. In front of the old man, there was a policeman who was asking for information.

Gongxi waved at them. Yixiong and Jingkang immediately approached him.

"Mr. Ximen, when you were in a public phone box, someone came to us. Mr. Nangong knew that person. He invited Mr. Nangong to get a rest inside his car. Mr. Nangong then followed him. He asked me to tell you and Mr. Duanmu to walk in that direction!" Gongxi pointed to where their car came from.

"Who is he?" Yixiong asked.

"I don't know, Sir! But you were asked to go there as soon as possible."

"Thank you, Sir! Is it okay if we leave you here?" Yixiong asked.

"It’s okay. Don’t worry." Gongxi smiled. "You just go straight there now. Don’t be late. Let me take care of everything here."

Yixiong and Jingkang ran in the direction Gongxi had just pointed. The situation on the road has turned so crowded. The incident became a spectacle of many people. Inevitably, it resulted in traffic jams on the road.

How can we get out of here?

"Xiongge!" a loud voice came. Yixiong and Jingkang were about one hundred meters from the intersection where the accident occurred. Yixiong looked around, looking for sound sources.

Yiren, the person they were looking for, stood about ten meters from where they both stood. Looked like he was okay. Still a little pale, but he could move freely.

Yixiong and Jingkang approached Yiren right away.

"Where have you been? Who did you meet?" Yixiong asked.

"Never mind, we should not talk much. Our time is very limited. Now we continue the journey by riding that vehicle!" Yiren pointed at a dark blue sedan that stopped about five meters from them. The car parked on a minor road connected to the big road. Straightway, Yiren approached the car. Yixiong and Jingkang followed behind him.

"Come in!" A voice came from inside the car. Simultaneously, the left front door of the car opened. Yiren entered the vehicle without the slightest doubt. But the doubt overwhelmed Yixiong. However, time was urgent. He had no other choice. Yixiong got into the car through the back door. Jingkang followed Yixiong in and sat in the back seat.

"Come on, Sir! We're leaving now," said Yiren.

"Yes, Sir!" said the person behind the wheel of the dark blue sedan.

Yixiong watched the person. It turned out that he was a neighbor who lived in the house to the left of their house. This afternoon, the man had met them when they escorted Zhuge to the car before he was taken to the hospital.