Chapter 170: The Destruction of the Dark Antique World
"May 5st, I will always remember this day, the day I encountered the biggest crisis I have ever encountered since I started my apprenticeship..."

Later, Zou Tianshi wrote this in his memoirs.

But when someone asked him what he experienced that day, he always kept silent.

Zhang Yang probably knows something about the inside story.

Because when he found the old Taoist priest again that night, the mask on his face was gone, and he was standing by the bushes with a bruised face and nose, just like Teemo.

There were several cuts on his arms, as if caused by fingernails, and blood was oozing out.

You can tell at first glance that it was a fight.

Zhang Yang looked at the old Taoist priest's condition and said with some reluctance:

"I'm sorry, Taoist priest, I'm late."

Zou Tianshi raised his head and glanced at him, questioning his soul:
"Are you sure you plan to come?"

"Of course I did, but I was delayed by the police."

Zhang Yang briefly explained his encounter with the two "fishermen".

After hearing this, the old Taoist priest spat.

"What kind of fish are you fishing for? Those people were just in the hotel. Can't we just catch them?"

"Where is it? I'll go get someone."

"It's too late now. I've chased them all away."

The old Taoist sighed again and threw a notebook at Zhang Yang.

After opening it, it contained a list of people and their contact information who were counterfeiting antiques in the entire East China region.

Some even have notes of the bad things they have done.

Zhang Yang flipped through a few pages and looked at Zou Tianshi in shock:
"Master, you are back from the underworld? You got your hands on the Book of Life and Death!"

"Hahaha, it's not that cruel."

The old Taoist smiled and explained:
"Actually, the way I got this thing was a bit strange. I was fighting with those security guards, and suddenly a fat guy ran over and stuffed this thing into my arms, saying that I would be the boss from now on and asked me to keep it safe."

"Did you defeat me?"

"No, I haven't beaten him yet." Master Zou Tianshi shook his head and said with regret.

The fight just now wasn't satisfying enough.

If that fat guy doesn't leave, the old Taoist priest will definitely go over and give him a few hello after he has dealt with a few security guards.

As a result, after the fat man gave him the notebook, he quickly ran away with the others.

"It feels like... someone is either trying to pass the buck to you, or they are trying to catch you."

Zhang Yang handed the notebook back and analyzed it seriously:
"The police told me that there are a lot of their people here, and they have already caught seven or eight fugitives tonight."

"what?"

The old Taoist priest suddenly felt that the notebook in his hand was no longer fragrant.

He had been thinking about experiencing the feeling of being the boss, but after Zhang Yang said that, he suddenly felt that this notebook was a bait thrown by the police.

Could it be that the counterfeiters here are all pretending to be police officers when they call?

However, the old Taoist priest was very smart and immediately thought of a solution:
"Zhang Yang, where is the police officer you mentioned earlier? I'll go find them and hand over the stuff so they can use it to lure other people."

"This method is feasible." Zhang Yang nodded in agreement.

He took Master Zou Tianshi and quickly found the captain.

The latter took the notebook and after reading a few pages, his hands were already shaking.

what is this?
This is a third-class merit + advanced collective!

The captain came up, held Zhang Yang's hand and said, "Master Zhang, this thing of yours has helped us a lot..." "Bad!" The old Taoist muttered behind Zhang Yang, "This is not bait, this is cake. Look at this policeman, his mouth is about to split with laughter!"

Zhang Yang suppressed his laughter and shook hands, then turned sideways and pushed Zou Tianshi out:

"Actually, this thing was found by this Taoist priest, but the person who gave it to him should have run away now."

"Master? Thank you for your hard work."

The captain came up and held Zou Tianshi's hand again and shook it vigorously.

"You're too polite, officer. It's not hard. This is what I should do."

The old Taoist priest was wearing a new mask at this time, and the wounds on his face were covered, otherwise the captain would definitely have comforted him more.

At the same time, in a van in the resort parking lot, the fat man who stuffed the notebook into Master Zou Tianshi was now on the phone.

"Lao Bi, is the source of this information reliable?"

"Nonsense." Master Bi said in a depressed tone on the other end of the phone: "I was caught by the police once."

"They released me just to lure you out, otherwise they should have taken me back to the police station for interrogation for a few days."

"That's why I called you immediately and asked you to get rid of the most crucial evidence."

"I have studied mainland criminal law. Judgment is mainly based on evidence. As long as you handle the evidence, it's okay to be lured out."

"Ah?" The fat man on the other end of the phone was stunned.

He asked in an incredulous tone:
"No, are you stupid? If you don't call me, the police will definitely not be able to catch me, right? As long as I am not caught, it's okay with the evidence in my hands!"

"Hiss - what you said seems to make some sense."

Master Bi hesitated, blinked, and immediately thought of an explanation:

"But the net of heaven is vast and wide, and nothing can escape it. Can you escape for a while, or for the rest of your life? You will be caught sooner or later, so you might as well clean up your mess as soon as possible."

"No, buddy, where are you from?" The fat man was immediately anxious: "Why are you still cursing me?"

"I was wrong, brother. I was wrong." Master Bi quickly gave in and changed the subject, asking, "What should we do now?"

"Can I get the stuff back?"

"Yes, I have a positioning module inserted into the shell of my notebook."

The fat man laughed on the phone:
"I threw the stuff to a very capable tomb robber. He probably hasn't gone far yet. I'm going to get it back now."

"Go now? What if my phone is tapped by the police?" Master Bi said worriedly.

"Eavesdropping can't be that fast." The fat man gritted his teeth and sneered, "I don't believe it's such a coincidence that these police officers don't go to arrest the many fake sellers outside, but come to arrest me."

"Wait until I get the account book back. I'll go out and hide for a few months. We won't contact each other anymore."

After saying that, the fat man hung up the call with Master Bi and turned off his phone.

He asked the driver to take out the tablet and the 4G positioning device in the laptop, which would report his location at regular intervals.

It is now shown to be still in this resort.

The fat man was very patient. He waited in the parking lot for two full hours and finally the positioning started to move.

And it just happened to move next to me.

Parking lot...the other party is here to pick up the car!
The fat man had sharp eyes and immediately spotted the policemen who were withdrawing their troops.

"That black car." He ordered the driver: "Go after it."

"After we got out of the parking lot, we just ran into them and forced them to stop."

"No problem, boss, don't worry, I will definitely crash their car into the guardrail." The driver patted his chest and answered confidently.

(End of this chapter)