Chapter 110 You're F***ing Toxic
pier.
The night breeze was slightly cool.
Peng Sanhu took the suitcase handed to him by Boss Wang, unzipped it, and glanced at it.
US dollars and gold bars were stacked neatly.
The final payment was made exactly as requested.
He grinned, slammed his suitcase shut, and extended his right hand: "Boss Wang, you're a straightforward guy."
Boss Wang grasped his hand and shook it vigorously twice: "Brother Peng, you're too kind. The goods are good and the price is fair. What more could I possibly want?"
"If you need any more goods in the future, just contact us directly."
Peng Sanhu patted him on the shoulder, his tone very generous, "Buy large quantities get preferential treatment, we will never let you suffer a loss."
Boss Wang nodded repeatedly: "No problem, no problem. I'll report to Zhejiang Province later, and we'll have a long-term partnership."
The two let go of each other's hands.
Boss Wang, accompanied by his entourage, put the goods on hand.
Peng Sanhu turned around and waved to his men: "Fall back, let's go."
The voice just fell.
Whoosh!
Behind the container, to the left, to the right, and on the overhead metal frame, a large group of dark figures suddenly emerged.
The sound of the bolt being pulled back was crisp and piercing, coming in waves.
More than a dozen guns were pointed at Peng Sanhu and the men around him.
Peng Sanhu's pupils suddenly contracted, and his right hand subconsciously reached for his waist.
"Don't move."
A sinister voice came from directly in front.
The crowd parted, and a man in his early thirties with a hooked nose and slanted eyes slowly walked out.
A black trench coat with a bronze badge of the Special Higher Police pinned to the collar.
Liu Fabao, head of the Special Higher Police's secret investigation team.
Peng Sanhu knew him.
Liu Fabao, a cold smile playing on his lips, hands in his pockets, said mockingly:
"Old Liu, long time no see."
"I was wondering why the Imperial Army warehouses had been frequently burglarized and the accounts didn't match up. It turns out it was you, Peng Sanhu, who was behind it all."
Peng Sanhu's expression changed several times, but he forced a smile and said, "Old Liu, we're all brothers, what do you mean by this?"
Liu Fabao snorted coldly, his smile vanishing instantly.
"Who's on your side?"
"Stealing Imperial Army supplies and reselling strategic materials—once this charge is leveled against you, not even the Emperor himself can save you."
He turned his head and gestured with his chin to his subordinates behind him.
"Take them all away with me."
"Old Liu!"
Peng Sanhu stepped forward, wanting to say something more.
Click.
Liu Fabao pulled out a gun and pressed it against his forehead, lowering his voice and saying slowly and deliberately, "I've been watching you, you bastard, for a long time."
"hehe."
"If you have something to say, let's talk in the Special Higher Police's interrogation room."
With that, he snatched the box and tossed it to Old Wang: "Old Wang, you've worked hard. You take the brothers and get out of here first."
Peng Sanhu's face turned completely pale.
He realized he had fallen into a trap.
Liu Fabao is Bai Junqi's man.
Director Hu stole Bai Junqi's goods, and Bai Junqi is now launching a counterattack.
And Lao Wang is the bait he uses to catch himself!
When he came to his senses, several of his men had been pinned to the ground, their guns confiscated, their hands tied behind their backs, and they were being roughly pushed and dragged out.
Finished!
We weren't cautious enough.
Peng Sanhu's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
……
Not far away.
The port cargo manager's office, second floor.
Qingfu squatted by the window, holding up binoculars, watching the movements on the dock from afar.
In the footage, Peng Sanhu and several of his men are escorted onto a military truck and driven off the dock.
Qingfu put down his binoculars.
A cold smile appeared on his lips.
He turned and walked to the table, picked up the phone, and quickly dialed a number.
"Hey, the Special Higher Police have succeeded, it's your turn."
Just this one sentence.
He hung up the phone quickly.
Then he took the hat off the hanger, put it on his head, and pulled the brim down.
The lights were turned off.
I pushed open the door, hurried down the stairs, and disappeared into the dark alley by the dock.
……
New Asia Hotel
Room 210.
The lights are off.
The room was pitch black.
Bai Junqi buried his face in Fang Yao's waist, and Fang Yao's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
She felt that Bai Junqi had changed.
In the past, this guy needed the lights on to do things.
And he would take a camera and keep taking pictures of her from all angles and in all poses, like a pervert.
But now, he prefers to turn off the lights.
And he refused her foreplay.
This is very strange.
He used to rave about himself, and sometimes he would rather skip the main act than miss the service.
Now it's all free.
There's a problem.
Ugh.
Soon, Bai Junqi flipped over and climbed on top.
The two rolled around in the darkness.
Two minutes later.
Bai Junqi let out a long sigh of relief and rolled off Fang Yao.
He leaned against the headboard, took out his cigarette case, and lit a cigarette.
Whoa!
That was incredibly satisfying.
Fang Yao lay beside her, staring at the ceiling, a fire burning inside her.
That's it?
Bai Junqi has quite a reputation outside, being called a playboy and someone who is skilled in bed.
The results of it?
The food was awful.
It's not as effective as that old geezer Fujita Hajime.
Although he is old, he is at least patient and has a steady pace.
Unlike this young master Bai, who comes in with three sharp moves and then stops, he doesn't do that.
It started, and then it ended.
"cheap .
Bai Junqi exhaled a puff of smoke, didn't even lift his eyelids, and kicked Fang Yao's shapely buttocks: "What are you still standing there for? Go take a shower."
Fang Yao was kicked and stumbled forward.
I wasn't even happy to begin with, and then I got humiliated like this.
She got out of bed, feeling terrible.
Bai Junqi didn't care about her mood.
His philosophy has always been simple and brutal: as long as I'm happy, that's all that matters.
Whether the woman enjoys it or not is none of his business.
Moreover, they always act recklessly, leaving behind both the virus and its offspring.
He advocates a "drug king" theory: "If I'm addicted to drugs, you all have to be addicted too. The more people I harm, the more money I make."
As for planting it?
Trying to renege? No way.
They took him directly to the hospital for treatment.
Or you could be given a packet of saffron and left to fend for yourself.
Anyone who dares to misbehave will be dealt with with a few punches and kicks, a brutal attack.
There are at least eight or ten women in Shanghai who have been harmed by him.
Who dares to utter a sound?
Keeping quiet is better; those who do speak up will suffer even worse consequences.
Fang Yao walked barefoot into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and let the water flow down her hair.
As I was washing, I started to feel that something was wrong.
My inflammation has been really bad lately; it's itchy and painful, and I can't feel comfortable no matter how I wash.
Although Fujita Hajime was old, the old man was not lecherous and promiscuous, so he couldn't possibly be sick.
What's the problem?
Fang Yao's mind raced.
Bai Junqi's recent unusual behavior: turning off the lights and refusing foreplay.
Fang Yao felt a sudden chill in her heart.
Is this bastard sick?
She was afraid I would discover something was amiss, so she absolutely refused to let me turn on the lights or let me serve her at close range.
It must be like this.
Suddenly, Fang Yao felt dizzy and her legs went weak, almost causing her to fall.
If it really is syphilis, it's very difficult to treat.
If left untreated, the bones and flesh will rot, leaving the person neither human nor ghost.
Socialites are becoming increasingly sophisticated these days.
Before getting involved with any men, Japanese military officers, or business tycoons, they all had to undergo a medical examination.
Once diagnosed with this disease, she lost her most essential means of survival, and her career in this industry was essentially over.
The key issue is that she doesn't know when she contracted the disease.
Recently, she has been sharing a room with Fujita every night.
If it's already been passed on to that old Japanese devil...
Fang Yao's face turned pale instantly.
Who is Fujita Kazuya?
The head of the Special Higher Police, a ruthless old fox who kills without blinking an eye.
If he finds out...
Fang Yao dared not think any further.
She squatted under the showerhead, hot water pouring over her head, but she was shivering from the cold.
Tears mixed with water streamed down my face.
I felt like dying.
What's even more infuriating is how domineering that bastard Bai Junqi is.
She doesn't even have the right or the courage to confront him face-to-face.
Question him? Demand justice?
Ha, he could slap someone against a wall with just one slap.
He was filled with resentment but had nowhere to vent it.
For now, we can only take it one step at a time.
Fang Yao took a few deep breaths and slowly stood up.
She rubbed her face vigorously in the blurry mirror, trying to bring some color back to her pale complexion.
I dried myself off, wrapped myself in a bathrobe, and went out the door.
Bai Junqi had already turned on the lights.
He leaned against the headboard, legs crossed, a cigarette between his fingers, staring intently at Fang Yao.
Fang Yao sat down on the edge of the bed and wiped the water droplets from her hair.
Bai Junqi narrowed his eyes and let out a cold laugh:
You seem a little unhappy.
Fang Yao paused.
Bai Junqi flicked his cigarette ash and said casually, "Last time Wang Xuesen went to Fujita's house for dinner, I noticed you were staring at him the whole time."
"What, you haven't fallen for that cute little puppy, have you?"
Fang Yao quickly raised her head and forced a smile: "Young Master Bai is joking."
"Once I am Mr. Bai's woman, always I am Mr. Bai's woman."
Bai Junqi reached out and used his index finger to lift her chin upwards:
"hehe."
Bai Junqi stared into her eyes for two seconds before releasing his fingers.
"At least they know their place and haven't forgotten their place."
"These days, you should keep a close eye on me with Fujita-sama."
"New Year's Day is just around the corner."
"I must take Miyako's first blood and teach that brat Wang Xuesen a lesson."
Fang Yao wrung out her hair and draped it over her shoulder, tentatively asking, "Young Master Bai, why don't you just have someone take care of Wang Xuesen?"
Bai Junqi scoffed, his face full of disdain:
"Wouldn't that be letting this kid off easy?"
"My feud with Young Master Wang has been going on for a long time."
"In the past, he married Su Wanjia, which gave him an advantage over me."
"At that time, the Wang family was very powerful, and I had nothing to say."
He stubbed out his cigarette and ground it down hard with his fingers.
"But now, Shanghai is the domain of the Japanese, and also the domain of my godfather, Zhang Xiaolin."
"Wouldn't it be humiliating if I couldn't beat him again?"
A sinister glint flashed in Bai Junqi's eyes.
"I want to propose to Miyako in front of him."
"Then, I took a picture of myself and Miyako in bed and gave it to him to keep as a keepsake."
"To avenge past grievances."
He turned his head and stared intently at Fang Yao.
"Not only that."
"I also want to win over Su Wanjia."
"Then, make him kneel on the ground."
"Watch how I toy with his woman."
"That's the most satisfying revenge in life."
He turned to the side, blew a breath into Fang Yao's ear, and chuckled wickedly, "Just you wait and see."
Fang Yao got goosebumps on her back.
That's fucking perverted.
She suddenly felt a little sorry for Wang Xuesen.
Having such a powerful and utterly monstrous opponent, the destruction of one's family and home is only a matter of time.
At the same time, she looked at Bai Junqi's face, which was contorted with excitement.
Heaven has no eyes.
Why don't they take in such a beast?
Bai Junqi noticed her gaze and narrowed his eyes: "What's with that look?"
Fang Yao immediately composed herself and said with a smile, "What could it possibly mean?"
"I'm happy for Young Master Bai."
"I can already see Wang Xuesen's death date in your eyes."
Bai Junqi was delighted by these words and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.
"That's more like it."
He pulled Fang Yao's shoulders close, his fingers tightening with an undeniable force:
"Has that old dog Fujita touched you recently?"
Fang Yao's body stiffened for a moment.
She lowered her eyes and whispered, "No, I didn't touch it."
"He's so old, all he thinks about is making money and climbing the ladder, he has no interest in me."
Bai Junqi stared at her for several seconds, then suddenly smiled.
"What a liar!"
Fang Yao's heart skipped a beat.
Bai Junqi released her shoulder, took a small medicine bottle from the bedside table drawer, and tossed it into her arms.
"You should bring more women to that old dog's house lately."
Fang Yao held the small brown medicine bottle, looking at him with a puzzled expression: "What do you mean?"
Bai Junqi gently patted her face, the force not strong, but the tone extremely insulting as he said:
"Don't ask, just do it."
"It's good for you."
"Put a little of this medicine in his tea when you have time."
"It has a festive effect."
Fang Yao looked down at the medicine bottle in her hand and nodded: "I understand."
She knew exactly what was going on.
What other tricks can they come up with?
Let Fujita have more contact with other women.
Even if syphilis is diagnosed later, the blame can be placed on those women.
They could even turn the tables and say that Fujita infected them.
The plan was indeed comprehensive.
Thinking of this, Fang Yao had to admit that Bai Junqi, though a bad bastard, was really smart.
Every possible escape route has been calculated.
I was just thinking about it.
The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.
Bai Junqi lazily reached out and grabbed the microphone:
"It's me!"
"Old Liu, what's up?"
A hurried voice came from the other end of the phone.
Bai Junqi suddenly sat up straight.
"What?"
"The goods were hijacked by Lieutenant Matsui of the military police?"
Bai Junqi's face turned ashen, and he began to curse.
"Damn it!"
"Why are military police officers at the docks?"
"Are they tracking it too?"
"Damn it!"
"Immediately have those drivers from Liujiagang leave Shanghai and lay low for a while."
"Are you an idiot?!"
"These supplies could only have been lost by the Imperial Army; they must not be associated with us."
"If my godfather finds out I'm smuggling goods to Hangzhou behind his back, how many heads do I have to chop off?"
"Grass!"
Bai Junqi slammed the microphone onto the landline.
Fang Yao was startled by the commotion.
She huddled under the covers and asked cautiously, "Young Master Bai, what's wrong?"
Bai Junqi was furious and turned to glare at her fiercely.
"Plague!"
"Terrible!"
"What the hell is this bad luck!"
"I know it won't be good if I run into you."
After he finished cursing, he threw off the covers, jumped out of bed, and got dressed.
Fang Yao happened to witness it.
Under the lights.
Bai Junqi had a large red patch on his thigh.
In some places, it has already begun to ulcerate, oozing yellow pus.
Fang Yao's pupils suddenly contracted.
My stomach churned violently.
Sure enough it was him!
This bastard ruined me!
Fang Yao was so angry that she trembled all over, her hands gripping the bed sheet tightly.
I was so angry I could have punched a nerve.
That bastard got a disease himself and then deliberately infected her.
It destroyed the very thing she relied on to make a living.
It ruined her hopes for the rest of her life.
Fang Yao stared intently at Bai Junqi's retreating figure, really wanting to grab the fruit knife on the table and stab him to death from behind.
Let's all just perish together.
Bai Junqi quickly put on his pants, grabbed his coat, and slammed the door shut without looking back.
boom.
Fang Yao was left alone in the room.
She collapsed onto the bed, covered her face, and cried out in despair.
……
late at night.
Ring ring.
The phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.
Wang Xuesen suddenly opened his eyes.
No answer.
It rang three times.
The phone hangs up.
This was the secret code he had agreed upon with Captain Okamura.
The three rings signal that the matter has been resolved.
Okamura has already robbed Bai Junqi's goods.
Wang Xuesen breathed a sigh of relief.
Put your hands behind your head and look at the ceiling.
At this point in the game, the game is completely won.
Okamura robbed the goods, and Bai Junqi suffered in silence, absolutely daring not to ask the military police for the people and the goods back.
He smuggled goods behind Zhang Xiaolin's back, which violated the rules of the Green Gang.
Given Zhang Xiaolin's volatile temper, if he were to cause trouble, he would be doomed.
To cover up the shortfall, Bai Junqi would definitely vent his anger on No. 76, instigating Zhang Xiaolin to shut down Li Shiqun's outposts and subsequent American channels.
Once Zhang Xiaolin makes a move, the feud between No. 76 and the Green Gang will become much bigger.
Li Shiqun should be in for a headache.
The show is getting more and more exciting.
Wang Xuesen rolled over.
I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight.
He reached out and hugged Wanjia, who was fast asleep beside him, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and fell into a deep sleep, inhaling her pleasant fragrance.
……
The next morning.
Wang Xuesen stood in front of the dressing mirror.
While buttoning his cuffs, he said to Wanjia, who was putting on makeup beside him, "Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"
"I can't sleep. You've been so busy lately, and I've had my own things to do, so I haven't had a chance to spend much time with you."
"I have to cherish this little bit of time for breakfast."
Wanjia, with a crescent-shaped spatula tucked in her sleeve, deftly applied foundation to her face.
"You're beautiful even without makeup," Wang Xuesen said with a smile.
"That's different. Makeup is an attitude, and my feelings for Darling are 100% sincere." Su Wanjia winked at him.
"Thanks."
"Oh, don't forget to go play cards at Mrs. Okamura's house today." Wang Xuesen smiled happily.
"It's done?" Wanjia was overjoyed.
Wang Xuesen nodded: "It's done."
Wanjia scratched her hair somewhat embarrassedly:
"I'm sorry."
"Since you came into my life, all I know how to do is eat and sleep."
"They've lost their ability to stay up all night keeping watch."
"I said I'd wait for your call last night, but I missed it again."
Wang Xuesen turned around, looked at her charmingly naive appearance, and couldn't help but laugh: "Isn't it good to be a happy little pig?"
"Even if the sky falls, your man will hold it up."
Wanjia pouted: "It's good, that's good."
"That's not fair to you."
"You're out there working yourself to the bone, while I'm sleeping in at home every day."
She got up, draped herself over Xuesen's neck, and whined sweetly:
"I definitely won't fall asleep next time."
"I'll always be with you."
"If you don't sleep, I won't sleep."
Wang Xuesen patted the back of her hand and said affectionately, "Yes, I believe you."
Wanjia let go of her hand, walked to the wardrobe, and picked out a moon-white cheongsam.
Wear it on your body.
I straightened the hem of my skirt.
She tugged at the fabric at her waist, her brows furrowing slightly.
"Take a look."
"These sizes are all too small."
"I'm afraid it will break open if I squat down."
Looks like I'll have to go to the tailor shop and order new ones again.
Wang Xuesen turned his head and examined her closely.
No need to say anything.
Wanjia is becoming more and more charming.
Perhaps it's because I've been living a comfortable life lately, and I've gained weight.
She has gained a little weight.
Moreover, the length was all in the right places, making the cheongsam fit perfectly.
Especially the lower abdomen and hips Plump and moist.
Her walk is graceful and swaying.
That charm and visual appeal are simply stunning.
She no longer resembles the innocent young girl she was when we first met.
Absolutely captivating and eye-catching.
Wang Xuesen winked and smiled, placing his hand on her stunningly shapely buttocks behind her: "Isn't this great?"
" It has to look like this.
"I like this one."
"It's so chubby and comfortable to hold."
"If my belly had a little more fat, it would be perfect."
Wanjia blushed and glared at him reproachfully:
"I didn't realize you liked it that much."
"I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow every night."
She bit her lower lip, her voice so low it was like a mosquito's hum.
"I……"
"I'm done."
Wang Xuesen was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.
My period is over.
His eyes lit up instantly.
"You should have said so earlier."
Wang Xuesen turned Wanjia around and pressed her in front of the dressing mirror.
"No, let's do it tonight."
"Time is too long" "You still have to go to work at No. 76." Wanjia said, but she obediently lay down in front of the mirror.
Wang Xuesen whispered in her ear with a wicked smile:
"Going to work is nothing compared to serving my wife!"
……
9:30 a.m.
Wang Xuesen arrived at No. 76 gate a full hour later than usual.
no way.
Wanjia has really good stamina.
After holding back for the past few days, he came down like a little tiger coming down from the mountain, barking and causing trouble twice before finally letting him go.
Wang Xuesen rubbed his aching lower back and strolled up to the second floor.
I just arrived at the door of my office.
Then I saw a figure pacing anxiously back and forth in the corridor.
Wang Xuesen raised an eyebrow and stepped forward to tease him:
"Old Hu, are you standing guard here for me so early in the morning?"
Hu Junhe's eyes were bloodshot and his face was haggard, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept all night.
"Oh, my dear brother, you've finally arrived!"
"Speak from inside, quick, speak from inside."
Hu Junhe reached out and pushed Wang Xuesen's back, then they squeezed into the office.
He slammed the door shut and even locked it from the inside.
Wang Xuesen walked to his desk and put down his briefcase.
He slowly picked up the thermos, brewed a cup of hot tea, and pushed it in front of Hu Junhe:
"What happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"
"If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up, what are you panicking about?"
Hu Junhe picked up his teacup, hesitated as if to speak, then, without taking a sip, slammed it heavily on the table:
"It's not just something, it's a huge problem!"
"Why!"
"Brother, I've been having the worst luck lately, like I've had the worst luck of eighteen lifetimes!"
He lowered his voice and leaned closer to Wang Xuesen:
"Brother, Sanhu has been captured by the Special Higher Police!"
"I know that..." Wang Xuesen stared wide-eyed in astonishment.
"Is that so?"
"On what grounds is the Special Higher Police arresting our people?"
"No, Lao Hu, what do you want with me?"
"You need to go find Director Li right away and ask him to step in and get the person back."
"With the director in charge, the Special Higher Police have to give him some face."
Hu Junhe waved his hands repeatedly, his face almost overflowing with bitterness.
"I can't find it!"
Do you still remember Liujiagang?
"Didn't I hand over the checkpoint over there to Sanhu to manage?"
"That kid is incredibly audacious; he robbed a shipment of goods behind my back."
"Who knew that batch of goods was stolen from the Imperial Army's dock warehouse!"
"There's sugar, explosives, guns, and opium!"
"This fool wanted to make a fortune, but ended up getting caught in someone else's trap."
"They were caught red-handed by the Special Higher Police and the Military Police!"
"The military police have seized all the supplies."
"The person is still in the Special Higher Police's interrogation room!"
Wang Xuesen pulled out a chair, sat down, and offered him a cigarette.
"So what?"
"Our 76th Division and the Special Higher Police are allies, so why don't we just give them a heads-up and get them out?"
"At worst, I'll just spit out what I've eaten."
Hu Junhe was so anxious that he stamped his feet, and the veins on his forehead bulged out.
"Brother, you don't understand!"
"The Special Higher Police sent Bai Junqi's men!"
Who is Bai Junqi?
"That's Zhang Xiaolin's godson!"
"Zhang Xiaolin and our Director Li have never gotten along; their open and covert struggles have been going on for a long time."
Who is Bai Junqi?
"That's Zhang Xiaolin's godson!"
"Zhang Xiaolin and our Director Li have never gotten along; their open and covert struggles have been going on for a long time."
"If the three tigers fall into his hands, aren't they doomed?"
"The problem now is that I can't tell the director about this yet."
"If the director finds out that Sanhu is doing this kind of deadly business behind his back, and has gotten himself into such a big mess..."
"The three tigers are finished."
"I'll be in trouble too, it's all over!"
Wang Xuesen nodded in sudden realization: "Oh."
"That's true, it's quite troublesome."
Hu Junhe stared at him expectantly, his eyes full of pleading.
"Brother, I can only count on you now."
"You're acquainted with Captain Okamura of the military police."
"He is the direct superior of the Special Higher Police and wields great power."
"Could you put in a good word for my brother and ask him to put pressure on the Special Higher Police to release Sanhu?"
Wang Xuesen raised his hand, casually brushed his bangs aside, and stared at Hu Junhe with a playful smile.
Hu Junhe felt uneasy under his gaze, and clicked his tongue, saying:
"Hey bro, what are you laughing at?"
"We're in a real crisis! Quick, think of something for your brother!"
Wang Xuesen leaned forward and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.
"Brother."
"Where do you get the audacity to think I can order Captain Okamura around like that?"
"Who do you think I am?"
"These days, there's no such thing as a free favor."
Wang Xuesen raised his right hand, rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, and made a very simple and easy-to-understand gesture for counting money.
"It's all this."
Hu Junhe swallowed.
He understands the rules.
"I understand, I understand."
"How much do you want?"
Wang Xuesen was making plans in his mind.
The opportunity is here.
Hu Junhe has recently been involved in the black market, selling a lot of good stuff and receiving a generous deposit from Boss Wang in Hangzhou.
We must squeeze every last penny out of him.
The only way is to make him bleed heavily and become short of money.
With profit as his primary motivation, Hu Junhe's appetite only grows ever larger.
To make up for the deficit, his fight with Wu Sibao became even more ruthless.
Only in this way can I have a chance to play this game.
Wang Xuesen looked at Hu Junhe and slowly raised two fingers.
Hu Junhe frowned, gritted his teeth, and looked pained.
"Two large yellow croakers?"
"Brother, isn't that price a bit too high?"
Wang Xuesen rolled his eyes and shook his head repeatedly: "Are you trying to fob me off with two yellow croakers?"
"That's Captain Okamura."
"A colonel, a powerful figure who is about to be promoted to major general."
"You think two big yellow croakers will make them release a serious criminal who smuggled military supplies?"
He shook his raised finger:
"Two thousand US dollars!"
Hu Junhe was stunned on the spot, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets:
"Two thousand US dollars?"
"Dude, that's way too much!"
"Where am I supposed to find so many US dollars for you?"
Wang Xuesen spread his hands and leaned back in his chair.
He had an expression of helplessness.
"Then there's nothing we can do."
"To be honest, even if we throw two thousand US dollars at it, I'm not sure if we can get him out."
"Since you're short on cash, then forget it."
"How about this?"
Wang Xuesen offered a suggestion in a relaxed tone.
"Section Chief Peng is a big, burly man with thick skin."
"Let him endure it in the Special Higher Police's interrogation room for a while."
"Wait a few days, until the director is in a better mood."
"Go to him again, beg him to apologize and plead for his help in protecting your person."
"Perhaps the director will agree out of consideration for our past relationship."
Hu Junhe waved his hands repeatedly, his face scrunched up like a bitter gourd.
"Give me a break!"
"You know how ruthless those guys from the Special Higher Police are."
"We really have to wait a few days."
"By then, the three tigers had been beaten into three monsters!"
"Why!"
Hu Junhe sighed heavily, his face twitching.
"Two thousand it is!"
"That's what happens when you're loyal to your friends."
"We can't just stand by and watch our own brothers die."
Wang Xuesen immediately gave a thumbs up, his face full of admiration:
"Director Hu is benevolent and righteous!"
"As the eldest brother, you should have this kind of responsibility!"
Hu Junhe was well aware of the current market price.
Although the two thousand dollars was a painful expense, it was worth it if they managed to get the person out of the water unharmed.
He knew it all too well.
Once Peng Sanhu can't withstand the torture inside, he'll give up on his business of reselling supplies.
Or perhaps this matter reached Li Shiqun's ears.
That problem can't be solved with just two thousand dollars.
Hu Junhe reached into his clothes and rummaged around for a while.
He pulled out a thick manila envelope and reluctantly handed it over: "Brother, I'm counting on you."
Wang Xuesen took the envelope and felt its thickness.
Satisfied, I stuffed it into the drawer.
"rest assured."
"I'm going to have Western food with Wanjia at noon."
"I told her to give the money directly to Mrs. Okamura."
"The money is in place. I'll call Captain Okamura this afternoon to ask for the man."
Hu Junhe was overjoyed and bowed repeatedly.
"Okay, okay!"
"It's all thanks to you, little brother!"
Wang Xuesen stood up, walked around the desk, and saw Hu Junhe out the door.
"Old Hu, don't worry."
"They'll be back soon."
Standing in the corridor, Hu Junhe didn't forget to whisper a reminder: "Don't let the director find out."
"Otherwise, we'll all be in deep trouble."
Wang Xuesen patted his chest and confidently declared, "Don't worry, I've got a tight tongue."
Hu Junhe shook his head with a pained expression.
Ha ha.
If Li Shiqun doesn't get involved, won't all my plans have been for nothing?
Next, let's see Captain Okamura's performance.
As long as Bai Junqi takes the bait.
Zhang Xiaolin and Li Shiqun, these two fierce tigers, are bound to be drawn into this vortex.
When the time comes, a fierce battle will ensue, and one of them will surely be injured.
Bai Junqi was the first cannon fodder to die in this grand drama.
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