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Just then, the light in Renault's eyes intensified slightly.
He tilted his head slightly, his nostrils flaring, and looked out at the other end of the alley as if he could see traces that ordinary people couldn't see.
Those were the traces of footprints, and the faint scent of sweat and blood mixed in the air.
This is a tracking technique passed down through generations of Witchers, combining superhuman senses with ancient experience.
"Over here."
He said in a low voice, then turned and walked away.
Zhong Ding quickly pushed through the crowd, and the group followed Renault.
Meanwhile, several Indian officers with red caps and Japanese concession police officers approached, claiming that the matter might concern the security of the concession and that they needed to cooperate in the investigation.
They were arrogant, somewhat restrained towards Renault, but looked down on Zhou Xing and other Chinese people.
The trail was intermittent, passing through the chaotic streets, and finally pointed to the freight marshalling yard outside the Laolongtou Railway Station.
A black, slow-moving freight train was belching thick smoke as it prepared to head towards Yangliuqing.
These trains, commonly known as "sealed boxes," carried both goods and passengers. The third-class carriages were extremely crowded and teeming with all sorts of people. Most of the passengers were peddlers, laborers, and errand runners. The trains were old but very cheap.
Renault stopped in front of the platform, his vertical pupils slightly narrowed, his traces completely obscured by the chaotic flow of people.
"Target, male, about five feet six inches tall, wearing cheap cloth shoes, the forefoot of the right shoe sole is worn, a boxer, recently killed someone, his energy is not yet calm."
He quickly said, "After you get on, stay where you are and don't move. Wait for the train to stop at the next station before you move."
Chen Qi then added, "Indeed, if the train suddenly slows down, it could alert the murderer and cause unnecessary trouble."
Upon hearing this, a short, stocky policeman in the Japanese concession grinned and muttered to his companion in broken Chinese, "Boxer? Chinese martial arts, damn it, all talk."
Just as the group squeezed onto the train, it started moving with a whistle.
Inside the carriage, the air was thick with a foul odor, unbearably hot and humid, a mixture of sweat, foot odor, tobacco smells, food smells, and even the stench of poultry droppings.
The seats were packed full, and the aisles were also crowded with people and luggage.
The crowded passengers were mostly laborers, vendors, and farmers with their families, dressed in short clothes, huddled in a corner, their eyes wary and numb.
When the police officers barged in, they instinctively cowered, lowered their heads, and resigned themselves to their fate.
Renault and his group naturally stayed put as instructed, but the few Indian and Japanese police officers had no intention of following orders and began searching everywhere after entering.
Seeing this, Renault frowned and ordered, "Search separately. Pay attention to the shoes and the area between the thumb and index finger of the right hand. Report anything unusual immediately. Even if he jumps out the window, I can still catch him."
"yes!"
The group dispersed to search.
The short, stocky Japanese policeman, expressionless, roughly pushed aside those blocking his way with his baton, drawing suppressed angry glares.
Slaps and shouts could be heard from time to time.
A woman holding a child was jostled and stumbled. Zhou Xing reached out to help her, but was met with a cold glance from the Japanese police officer.
Chen Qi frowned, but could only try his best to keep the overly rough police officers at bay, and said in a low voice, "Gentlemen, please cooperate with the inspection, and don't be alarmed if nothing happens."
The police searched very thoroughly, mainly looking at the feet and hands.
Zhou Xing cooperated, his gaze sweeping over the numb, tired, or fearful faces.
The police officers gradually dispersed in the carriages. Zhou Xing walked with the Japanese police officer and the red-headed Indian officer. Just as they finished checking a carriage and were about to squeeze into the connecting area, Zhou Xing's gaze suddenly sharpened.
At the corner of the third row ahead, a lean man wearing a gray cloth jacket was sitting with his head down.
The man had his hands tucked into his sleeves, and on his feet were a pair of old cloth shoes covered in fresh mud.
The profile, especially the tightly pursed corners of his mouth and the slightly hunched shoulder blades, is that him?
Li Asi.
Although they only met once under the dark arena, Zhou Xing, a master of martial arts, possessed a memory for human anatomy far exceeding that of ordinary people. He was absolutely certain.
At this moment, although Li Asi appeared calm, Zhou Xing keenly noticed the subtle adjustment in his spine, a sign of the burgeoning of hidden strength, the tension of a trapped beast about to pounce.
He's actually reached the Dark Force level! The last time we met, he was only at the Bright Force level. Has he made a breakthrough in his mental strength?
He glanced at Li Asi's height and cloth shoes, which matched Renault's description. Add to that his identity as a boxer—it was almost certainly him.
This is the "Judge of Tianjin" we're looking for today, the copycat.
Zhou Xing's thoughts were somewhat complicated.
Li Asi imitated himself, perhaps because he saw something under the ring that day, which touched him and helped him break through his mental barrier.
My actions were like a spark falling into withered grass. I don't know if they ignited hope or hastened its burning.
At that moment, a Japanese police officer checked Li Asi's row and rudely used his baton to nudge his foot, cursing, "Your shoes! Lift them up!"
Li Asi's body suddenly stiffened.
A hair's breadth away.
A conflict has broken out here; if Renault arrives, he will be doomed.
Since you've helped me attract attention, I'll help you out this time too.
Zhou Xing quickly scanned the area, sharpening his hearing, and instantly locked onto several men with shifty eyes and bulging waists at the connecting point between the carriages.
This is a pickpocket gang, and they are feeling uneasy because of the police search.
Have it.
Without making a sound, Zhou Xing brushed the buttons off the passengers crowding around him, and with a flick of his finger, the buttons shot out, hitting the Indian police officer in front of a pickpocket in the lower back.
The man cried out in pain, thinking it was a passenger resisting, and in a fit of anger, he struck the pickpocket with his baton.
The pickpocket, feeling guilty and thinking he was about to be arrested, instinctively resisted in a panic, pulling out a short dagger and waving it wildly!
"Catch the pickpocket!!"
Someone shouted out.
The already crowded carriage instantly erupted into chaos!
The police officers screamed in alarm, and the rest of the pickpocket gang, thinking they had been caught red-handed, also drew their weapons and tried to escape.
Passengers panicked and dodged to protect their luggage, causing chaos and a cacophony of cries and curses.
In the chaos, Zhou Xing flashed silently, approaching the iron valve at the junction of the carriages, and with a burst of hidden force, precisely destroyed a pressure latch.
"Bang! Sizzle!"
The connection suddenly jolted, and a stream of white, high-pressure steam gushed out from the valve gap, emitting a sharp hiss!
The heatwave and the loud noise brought panic to its peak, and the train carriages were in complete chaos.
A bamboo cage full of live chickens was overturned. The startled chickens flapped their wings and flew away, feathers, chicken droppings, dust and steam mixed together, completely blurring the vision.
In the chaos, Zhou Xing flashed again, hooking his foot underfoot.
"Baka! Ah!"
The short, stocky Japanese policeman, who was waving his baton and trying to maintain order, tripped and fell forward with a start.
In that direction, Li Asi suddenly stood up; he had been on edge from the chaos in the carriage.
Seeing the police rushing towards him, he didn't have time to think and kicked out with a sudden, powerful strike, his internal energy flowing through him and moving as fast as lightning.
"Snap!"
The sickening sound of bones cracking was drowned out by the noise of the carriage.
The Japanese policeman's chest caved in, his eyes bulged out, and without uttering a sound, he collapsed to the ground, clearly not going to live.
Everything happened in an instant, inconspicuous amidst the utter chaos.
Zhou Xing was so busy that his feet barely touched the ground. After hooking out a kick, he moved like a fish through the crowd, guiding the force of the attack to prevent the chaotic crowd from getting hurt.
Steam filled the air.
In a fleeting moment, he moved like a ghost, using the crowd as cover, and slid behind Li Asi, who was still in a daze.
Li Asi was startled, feeling as if his spine had been struck by lightning. He immediately retaliated with an elbow strike, the force of which was fierce!