Wang Hai’s words caused Miss Zhang’s face to instantly flush crimson. Feng Tian blinked slightly, then quickly recovered with a smile, saying, “You’re talking about sorcerers—foreign goods.”

Wang Hai grinned, his expression thoroughly tinged with disdain.

Kuang Feifan could see that Wang Hai didn't trust Feng Tian at all. He probably assumed, after hearing Miss Zhang, that Feng Tian was just some vagrant charlatan. Judging by his bearing, he looked like he’d come specifically to teach Feng Tian a lesson.

But looking at his sheer size, Feng Tian might truly not be his match. Standing next to Miss Zhang, he immediately made her seem delicate and exquisite, just as Feng Tian, compared to Wang Hai, appeared frail and easily swayed.

Miss Zhang looked rather awkward. She reached out and tugged at Wang Hai, stepping forward quickly. While shooting him a fierce glare, she turned to Feng Tian and said, “I apologize, Mr. Feng. My friend speaks without thinking.”

With that, she clasped her hands together in a supplicating gesture toward both Feng Tian and Kuang Feifan, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

Feng Tian remained utterly composed, gesturing toward the interior of the house: “Come in, please, have a seat inside.”

Wang Hai seemed determined to oppose Feng Tian at every turn. He waved a hand dismissively. “No need. Let’s talk outside. Once we’re done, I need to take my girlfriend home.”

At this, Miss Zhang felt a surge of anger. She pinched Wang Hai’s arm and hissed under her breath, “Are you trying to die? You speak so poorly! Someone kindly offered to help us avert disaster, and instead of showing gratitude, you act like you’ve swallowed gunpowder. Are you trying to make me angry?”

Hearing his girlfriend’s reprimand, Wang Hai immediately deflated, his posture involuntarily slumping. Most of his previous righteous indignation vanished.

Kuang Feifan seized the opportune moment to interject, addressing Miss Zhang: “Let’s go inside and talk.”

As the group entered the house, Wang Hai still carried a faint air of resentment. He stood with his hands planted on his hips next to Miss Zhang, the very picture of a dutiful boyfriend and bodyguard.

Feng Tian felt a mix of exasperation and amusement but knew he couldn't lash out, as he needed their cooperation this time.

Kuang Feifan saw that the situation was quite tense and decided to break the ice first. “Right, Mr. Wang, Miss Zhang, the reason we asked you both here is actually to seek your help with something, especially Mr. Wang.”

Wang Hai rolled his eyes and pouted. “Isn’t this Master Feng supposed to be exorcising our evil spirits? How has it become a request for my help?”

Kuang Feifan smiled thinly, glancing up and down at Wang Hai with a squint. “From the looks of you, with all that robust physique, I’d say your yang energy is quite abundant. There’s no need for any exorcism.”

Wang Hai paused, failing to grasp the implication of Kuang Feifan’s words.

Kuang Feifan took advantage of the hesitation. “Actually, the main reason we invited you both was to learn about the circumstances when you discovered the car crash in the early hours yesterday. More importantly, we need to know how familiar you are with the gas station where you previously filled up?”

Wang Hai asked, his face etched with confusion, “What do you need to know about that for?”

Kuang Feifan pointed at Feng Tian. “Whether you believe it or not, this Mr. Feng really can capture ghosts. And the car accident you witnessed, along with the woman who died in it, is very likely connected to something spectral.”

Wang Hai’s face immediately adopted an expression of utter disbelief; he was clearly the type who didn't believe in ghosts or deities.

Kuang Feifan smiled, choosing not to pursue that line of argument. He changed tack: “In fact, setting aside ghosts, just talking about the deceased woman from the crash, you must know her identity by now.”

Wang Hai glanced at Miss Zhang and nodded slowly.

Kuang Feifan continued, “So, we suspect that the sudden death of the victim—Luo Jingjing—at that intersection is suspicious, and it might be connected to that gas station.”

Wang Hai frowned, looking between Kuang Feifan and Feng Tian. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, “Who exactly are you people? Shouldn’t the police investigate something like this? Why are you meddling? Are you… private investigators?”

Feng Tian couldn't help but roll his eyes. Miss Zhang was now simply covering her face, silent, either from anger or embarrassment.

Kuang Feifan shrugged. “The police will only treat it as a routine accident investigation, overlooking the clue of the gas station. As for our identities, neither of us is professionally involved in this line of work, nor are we private detectives. However, we aren't exactly just sticking our noses where they don't belong…”

Wang Hai didn't believe a word of it, but Kuang Feifan’s words had piqued his curiosity. Drivers tend to have an inexplicable focus on traffic accidents, so when Luo Jingjing’s death was linked to the gas station, he couldn't help but pay attention to that piece of information, even while wrestling with the mystery of Feng Tian and Kuang Feifan's identities.

Kuang Feifan observed Wang Hai’s shifting expression as he spoke, sensing a slight yielding. He reached into his pocket and handed his identification card to Wang Hai. “We want to investigate, and any leads we find will naturally be reported back to the authorities.”

Wang Hai hesitated, then took the card and looked at it. His eyes widened, and he looked up at Kuang Feifan in surprise. “You’re a cop too?”

“Something along those lines,” Kuang Feifan replied, unwilling to elaborate on the nature of his work.

As expected, the sight of the badge on Kuang Feifan’s card instantly softened Wang Hai’s attitude. He handed the card back, looking at Kuang Feifan with a strange expression. “You’re a police officer? Then is he really a Taoist master?”

Kuang Feifan offered a wry, internal chuckle. Well, it seemed this man fundamentally trusted the words of the police, and if he claimed to be one, Wang Hai would likely believe it too.

After a moment of thought, Kuang Feifan countered, “You don’t believe in ghosts?”

Wang Hai looked momentarily taken aback, paused, then nodded and shook his head. “It’s not really about belief. Honestly, I’m not much of a believer myself. But when you drive, there are certain taboos you observe. They say if you’re careless, you might attract bad things. Having driven for so many years, I try my best to follow them, just to avoid inviting trouble upon myself.”

He took a deep breath, looked at Feng Tian, and managed a strained smile. “To be frank, when you say you’re a master, I truly struggle to believe it. Every mystic I’ve encountered over the years has been nothing but a charlatan or a swindler; I’ve never met one with real ability. So, when I heard someone was going to perform an exorcism for me and my girlfriend, my first thought was that some scammer was trying to fleece us.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Miss Zhang couldn't resist lightly slapping him. She glared at him, her face puffed out. “I already told you, Mr. Feng’s fortune-telling was incredibly accurate for me! And he never once mentioned money from start to finish. Why don’t you believe him?”

Wang Hai was clearly unconvinced but dared not argue for the sake of his girlfriend’s temper. He muttered quietly, “It’s not that I don’t believe, it’s just that you haven’t met those swindlers. None of them bring up money right away.”

Kuang Feifan quickly raised his hand to cut off the couple’s bickering. “Mr. Wang, can you first tell us if you know anyone at that gas station?”

Wang Hai thought it over. “I know a few faces. Sometimes I chat and shoot the breeze with them, but no deep connections.”

“Could you introduce us to them?” Kuang Feifan pressed.

That shouldn’t be difficult. Wang Hai nodded. “Sure, no problem. When? Tomorrow?”

Kuang Feifan glanced at Feng Tian. Feng Tian flashed a grin. “How about right now?”