Therefore, the Kunpeng might not have time to deal with such matters, and their current manpower also seems to be somewhat insufficient.
Moreover, the Kunpeng's help has a delayed nature, similar to the police responding to a call; they can only go out on assignment after a report is made. However, among the current robbers, there are even Cultivators, and such people can loot a shop in just a few minutes.
And having the Kunpeng's people constantly guard Sun Zhijun's shop is clearly not realistic.
An Chen pondered for a long time this time.
The best solution now is for him and Su Xiaojiu to take turns guarding Sun Zhijun's shop.
Or, to take the initiative.
"Have you taken photos of those people?"
Sun Zhijun quickly nodded, took out his phone, and opened the album. The first few photos were clearly portraits he had taken from inside the shop, looking out.
These photos were not very clear, but they could still barely make out the faces of the main subjects in the pictures.
Among the seven or eight photos, two people appeared three times each, and two others appeared once.
An Chen felt that one of the people who appeared only once seemed to just look a bit fierce and menacing, and probably wasn't someone with malicious intent, because An Chen had seen this person near his school before.
As for the other person who appeared only once, An Chen had also seen this person a few times within a few months, so they should be a local resident.
The remaining two, who appeared more frequently, were completely new faces.
Many criminals do not choose to commit crimes in areas they are familiar with, which instead helped An Chen identify them.
As long as they were unfamiliar faces, he just needed to mark them as suspicious.
An Chen quickly memorized the appearances of these two people, then handed the phone back to Sun Zhijun, pointed at the people in these two photos, and said:
"If you see these two people again next time, find me."
Sun Zhijun beamed with joy.
"Is it this phone number from today, right?"
An Chen suddenly found himself in a predicament.
He had actually forgotten about this.
He had previously kept his information very well hidden from Sun Zhijun; the phone he used wasn't his own, but borrowed from a passerby.
If he let Sun Zhijun contact him, wouldn't that expose his contact information?
"Never mind, don't look for me, look for the Kunpeng. They are specifically responsible for matters related to Transcendents and Cultivators. Tell them that someone suspected of being a Transcendent has targeted your shop, and they will come to solve the problem."
"Kunpeng, are they really reliable?"
Sun Zhijun was a bit skeptical. He clearly knew about the Kunpeng, as their social media accounts were very active, not only continuously providing basic Popular Science about Kyushu and Transmigration but also constantly promoting that Transcendents could register with them to receive their protection.
But he was not like Zhou Limin, who had already received the Kunpeng's protection. He didn't understand what kind of organization the Kunpeng was, let alone their strength.
"Don't worry, you can trust them completely."
An Chen patted Zhou Limin's shoulder.
"They are a bit stronger than me. If they can't solve it, then I can't either."
This was the truth.
However, An Chen felt that at this stage, these bandits would probably not include any characters that even the Kunpeng couldn't handle.
All he had seen were individuals who had just begun Cultivation; An Chen could easily take on ten of these people alone.
Regardless of whether Sun Zhijun felt at ease or not, An Chen still walked out. As soon as he reached the opposite side of the street, Su Xiaojiu emerged from a dark alley.
"Why didn't you bring the small box out?"
Su Xiaojiu looked at his empty hands and was a little puzzled.
Su Xiaojiu remembered that An Chen used to carry a small box every time he went out, and that box was always full of money.
"Not this time, but there will be a lot next time."
If Sun Zhijun could sell one Rejuvenation Pill for one million, then An Chen would get six hundred thousand. This time he gave Sun Zhijun seven pills, which would amount to four million two hundred thousand.
An Chen was not worried about Sun Zhijun running away with the money, after all, Sun Zhijun's wife and child were both here.
Sun He was sitting right behind him. If Sun He suddenly wanted to transfer schools one day, An Chen would understand Sun Zhijun's intentions.
At worst, he would let Sun He suffer a little...
"Are we going home now?"
"Not home, wait."
"Wait?"
Su Xiaojiu was greatly puzzled.
"What are we waiting for?"
An Chen smiled slightly, his gaze falling on a car parked by the roadside not far away. The owner of the car was sitting by the roadside, doing something unknown.
The license plate was not from this city, but from another city in the same province.
But under the streetlights, that face was exceptionally clear in An Chen's eyes.
That was precisely the person Sun Zhijun had shown him in the photo.
An Chen hadn't expected to see him so soon.
An Chen was not sure if he was about to make a move on Sun Zhijun, so he decided to observe a bit longer. It wouldn't be too late to make a plan if he truly had malicious intentions.
"It's not us waiting, it's me waiting. You go home first."
There must be people from the Kunpeng staking out nearby, but An Chen knew their surveillance target was Su Xiaojiu, not himself.
With Su Xiaojiu gone home, it would be much easier for him to act.
Su Xiaojiu trusted An Chen greatly and didn't think much of it. She nodded, said goodbye to An Chen, and left.
"Then I'm going back. Come back early and teach me how to shoot, so I can take down that old man Hong Shan tomorrow."
An Chen then lay in wait in the shadows.
Sun Zhijun in the shop didn't stay long. It seemed he had only kept the shop open so late because of a temporary customer that evening. Once the customer and An Chen left, he turned off the lights in the shop within a few minutes, stepped out, and walked home.
The moment Sun Zhijun walked out of the shop, the car owner who had been doing something unknown by the roadside suddenly pulled open the car door, got into the driver's seat, and slowly started the car.
Sun Zhijun was almost at the intersection when the car slowly began to move, not fast, just leisurely cruising.
Sun Zhijun's home was not far from here, which was why he chose to walk.
After just one intersection, Sun Zhijun arrived home.
The car following him also braked to a stop.
The car had driven only a few hundred meters in total, and An Chen had been following far behind. Because white was too conspicuous in the dark, An Chen had changed into a thin black jacket in the alley.
The person in front hadn't noticed him.
He saw that the car owner took two photos with a camera in the car, operated it a few times, and then started the car again. This time he drove a bit faster and quickly left.
An Chen did not act rashly, but simply took out his phone, found Zhang Wei's number, and sent him the license plate number he had just memorized.
He didn't need to intervene in such matters; the Kunpeng would handle this.