Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 800 - 509 Relax and Lie Down

The butler was indeed holding back his ire.

Some things couldn’t be accomplished with just a bit of effort over a short time, like the airplane modification style he dreamed of.

Another example was the investigative progress on the construction site incident.

With many things going awry, of course, the butler had his emotions.

However, in Feng Yi’s presence, the butler still wore a proper or kindly smile. This wasn’t feigned; seeing Feng Yi lifted the butler’s spirits somewhat.

And when Feng Yi wasn’t around, the butler wouldn’t wear a stern face openly, but that subtle, indifferent demeanor was very pressurizing.

The employees were quite tactful; they wouldn’t loiter around in front of the butler when the boss was away.

That day, the butler was still walking around the courtyard with pruning shears in hand, deftly clipping away wherever plants grew too wildly.

His eyes were sharp and bright, sweeping inch by inch over the colorful flora.

At that moment, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

The butler immediately diverted his attention, took out his phone to glance at the caller ID, his brows twitching slightly as he answered.

A new lead had arisen in the investigation, and the caller was asking how to proceed.

The butler’s gaze hardened, "Of course, it is..."

Just then, Feng Yi walked over.

The butler paused, his voice calm, "Of course, it is to teach them a dignified lesson."

The person on the other end of the call was exuberant about the next steps.

The butler: "There’s no need to go into detail."

Then he hung up the phone and walked towards Feng Yi with a pleasant mood.

Upon seeing the butler finish the call, Feng Yi approached and asked, "Is there progress in the investigation?"

This was, of course, referring to the investigation they had arranged for themselves, not the official investigative committee.

If it had been the official investigative team, they would have contacted Feng Yi directly.

The butler said, "We’ve identified another middleman who acted as a messenger, just now confirmed. The other party probably doesn’t know much, we will continue the investigation."

Seeing that Feng Yi had changed out of his house clothes, the butler asked, "Are you going out?"

Feng Yi replied, "Yes, Uncle Zhen has come to Yang City."

Uncle Zhen was the youngest son of his great-aunt, who had once given Feng Yi a transforming car.

Not long ago, during the first real-world demonstration of the Butterfly Project at the island base, Feng Yi had encountered Uncle Zhen and the others. But there were many restrictions on movement at the base at the time, and everyone had their own schedules, leaving no time for a gathering.

Uncle Zhen had business in Yang City these few days and had made an appointment to meet Feng Yi outside.

The butler displayed a proper smile, "Oh, it’s Zhen Zhen, why didn’t he come to the house?"

Feng Yi said, "Uncle Zhen went to Xiao Feng Mountain."

Uncle Zhen had made an appointment to dine with Feng Yi at Xiao Feng Mountain, which indeed surprised Feng Yi.

Was it... that Uncle Zhen had close ties with Mute Uncle?

Or... did Uncle Zhen not wish to see the butler?

Feng Yi drove a rather understated car towards Xiao Feng Mountain, without having Jia follow along.

At the same time, in an old urban area of a certain province, inside a residential building.

A young man sat in front of a computer desk, seemingly pale from lack of sunlight.

Right then, he looked at a string of cryptic numbers and letters that appeared on the computer, his originally relaxed expression turned grave as he quickly cleaned the computer and destroyed it, hurried to a cabinet, uncovered the concealed items, packed them into a bag, then donned a safety helmet and left.

A second-hand electric scooter was rolled out from the parking shed downstairs, and he rode off on it.

The scooter wasn’t a particularly special model; many nearby residents owned similar ones, so his departure wasn’t conspicuous.

It was only after he left the residential complex that he sped up.

Although the roads in the old city area were relatively smooth, they were not wide-open, surrounded by street vendors and various parked vehicles, such as hand-pushed carts, bicycles, and three- or four-wheelers.

It was not rush hour, but there were still plenty of vehicles and pedestrians coming and going.

Whoosh—

An electric scooter zipped past.

A woman out to buy vegetables nearly got scraped.

The rider had already left, and there was no way to catch up and scold him.

She muttered a few words under her breath and then complained, "Didn’t they say they were going to clean this up a long time ago? If this were the road next to it, those recklessly driving scooters would have been stopped and confiscated by now! Tsk! Riding so fast, they’re asking for..."

Bang!

There was a loud noise ahead.

The woman was startled and looked forward.

Someone had fallen! Could it be the same person who just sped past on the electric scooter?

Ahead, the person who had been swiftly navigating the street on the bike had only noticed something flying toward him, and then he, along with his vehicle, had been thrown off.

He had been going fast just now, but not at top speed since there were many people on this road. There was also a small stall that somewhat broke his fall, so he wasn’t seriously injured, but he couldn’t get up immediately after falling.

A crowd gathered around.

A kind-hearted young person shouted and looked for other passersby to help.

Some inquired whether he should be taken to the hospital, while others contacted a nearby clinic directly.

A middle-aged man who came to help unstrapped the backpack from the fallen rider.

The rider, still dazed from the fall, bit down and clenched onto the backpack with all his strength when someone tried to take it off.

For some reason, the pocket of the backpack suddenly came open.

Clang clang clang—

A few shiny, golden objects fell out.

The weather was clear and sunny today, the sunlight shining brightly on the street, making the reflection from the few golden objects even more dazzling, blinding, captivating.

The surrounding crowd went suddenly quiet, then erupted into commotion.

"Wow, is that gold?"

"Whether it’s real gold or not, I’ll know once I touch it!"

"Move aside, let me see!"

"If it’s real, with that size, one piece could be worth five hundred thousand?"

The crowd became restless.

It was then that the middle-aged man who had been holding the backpack shouted, "Nobody move!"

He then set down the backpack, stepped back two paces, and spread his hands out to the crowd, "Let me clarify, I didn’t take anything! Not one piece!"

As he said this, he took out his phone, turned on the camera, "Nobody move, please! We can’t afford any mishaps here!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, no one dared to pick them up for the time being.

Not just one person on the side was taking photos with their phones, coveting but not daring to snatch.

The middle-aged man who had been recording with his camera asked aloud, "Hey, is the guy who fell on the ground okay? Should we take him straight to the hospital?"

The person on the ground had a contorted face, claiming he was fine, but the sound he made was weak as he struggled to stand up, only to be held down by someone nearby.

The person holding him down looked concerned, his grip firm, while soothingly saying,

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Amidst the agitated crowd, the sound of a phone call could be heard, "Hello? Is this 110?"

The person who had fallen to the ground struggled to rise again but was once more held down; his face became even more twisted, "Dammit!"