Chapter 12: Death of a Warrior
Zhang Nianzu felt somewhat discouraged and embarrassed by Zhao Weiming's words, but he did not disagree. Picking bird eggs to earn some pocket money is something that idle people can do, but the current situation is that the bird's nest is full of cobras, so of course saving your life is the most important thing.
Zhang Nianzu said, "We're leaving now."
Lao Jiang waved his hand and said, "Wait, you have finished asking questions, it's my turn - who kidnapped Xiaofeng?"
Zhao Weiming said, "We don't know." He really wanted to put the blame on the Changfeng Group, but after thinking about it, Chiang Kai-shek would not believe it. Who would be so stupid as to kidnap someone just after being humiliated?
Lao Jiang nodded and said, "I will check this myself. The second question is, who is looking for Zuye?"
Zhang Nianzu said, "We don't know either." After saying this, he also felt it was ridiculous. In order to find his grandfather, he suffered hardships and was beaten, but in the end he didn't even know who the client was.
Lao Jiang did not suspect anything. He just sighed and said, "You guys—" and pointed to the door, "Let's go."
…
Zhao Meier, who had just come out of the door to meet them, couldn't wait to ask: "What did Lao Jiang say to you?"
Zhao Weiming said angrily: "Sister, let's not look for this person anymore."
Zhao Meier asked alertly, "What do you mean? Zhao Weiming, you won't go back on your word, will you?"
Zhang Nianzu said: "Old Chiang doesn't know the whereabouts of Grandpa either."
Zhao Meier sneered, "After chatting for more than half an hour, he only told you this?" She said angrily, "I shouldn't have believed you in the first place!"
Zhao Weiming said hesitantly, "It's true..." He wanted to repeat Chiang Kai-shek's original words to Zhao Meir, but on the one hand, he felt that there was no need for her to know, and on the other hand, she was angry and such words would only make things worse.
Zhao Meier turned around and walked away. After a few steps, she turned back and said, "I'll tell you the truth. The reward for finding Grandpa is 0.3% of the shares of the American Lehman Investment Company. Do you know how much that is?" Zhao Meier emphasized, "One hundred million US dollars!"
Zhao Weiming wanted to cry after hearing this: "What's the point of you telling me this now? Just to make me jealous?"
Zhao Meier said: "I want to tell you that no matter what difficulties I encounter, I will not give up."
Zhang Nianzu said calmly: "If you had told me this earlier, I wouldn't have gotten involved in the first place."
Zhao Weiming asked: "Why?"
"Is it so easy to get 100 million US dollars? There will be no result without a few lives."
Zhao Weiming shouted anxiously: "Sister, just listen to me, the one you are facing is not a human being!"
"I don't think you are a human being." Zhao Meir glared at him and left angrily.
Zhang Nianzu put his arm around Zhao Weiming's shoulders and sighed, "Forget it. She will turn back when she hits a wall. Fortunately, the other party is so awesome that he shouldn't really embarrass a girl."
Zhao Weiming said: "Are we really just giving up like this?"
"You've already promised Lao Jiang, and besides, this connection has been severed, so forget it."
Zhao Weiming also sighed and said, "You're right, hey, your hand is fine." Zhang Nianzu's hand was hit by a baseball bat, but it didn't look red or white on the surface. But Zhao Weiming could understand this kind of thing. Sometimes two people fight for a long time, and the police come and pat their butts and run away. Sometimes you may die if you are accidentally poked by the end of a chopstick. The human body is an extremely precise machine, and there is no reason to talk about it.
…
…
It's a very sunny day today. The air is filled with twisted and misty heat waves. The leaves are drooping listlessly, making people feel dull and depressed.
Liu Yuejin set up a round table in the deserted small compound. On the table was a piece of letter paper and a pen. Liu Yuejin lay in the only chair, closed his eyes, and slowly fanned his chest with a palm-leaf fan, as if he was thinking about something. He was very thin, as if he had a serious illness that had not yet healed. His eyes were deeply sunken, and the skin on his chest was so thin that you could see his heartbeat, which led to people worrying that he would fan himself to the ground when they saw him fanning himself.
The small compound was spotlessly clean today, with stools and chairs placed against the edge of the table, pots and pans neatly stacked together and covered with tablecloths, and all water and electricity switches turned off, as if the owner was going on a long trip. But Liu Yuejin lay in the yard without moving, and didn't look like he was going to leave.
Lei Yuanzheng walked into the small compound. He had a terrifyingly large frame, with firm skin and flesh attached to it, but his legs were short and disproportionate to his upper body, which made him look like a powerful bully in a cartoon. As he moved, it was as if a moving about to crush him. When he saw Liu Yuejin, he smiled with his teeth showing, like a shark seeing a large piece of fresh meat. After entering the yard, he searched inside and outside the house as if no one was around, and then stood in front of Liu Yuejin.
Liu Yuejin didn't even raise his eyelids when he heard someone coming, as if this was not his home, until Lei Yuanzheng said gloomily: "Accountant Liu, are you still alive?"
Liu Yuejin suddenly opened his eyes and said in surprise: "You..."
Lei Yuanzheng sneered: "It's been twenty years. I was only a teenager when I left."
Liu Yuejin snorted coldly: "You traitor!"
Lei Yuanzheng stretched out his hand without hesitation: "Give me the contact list of the tribe members."
Liu Yuejin said: "Don't even think about it!"
Lei Yuanzheng took out the special wallpaper knife in his hand, pushed it with his thumb, and the sharp blade came out.
Liu Yuejin sneered: "A soldier has actually started to rely on his weapons. It seems that you have made no progress at all following your new master."
Lei Yuanzheng said grimly, "I never fight a battle without preparation." He glanced at Liu Yuejin and said, "Are you too old to get up?"
"Soldiers can only die, not grow old!" Liu Yuejin suddenly jumped up from the recliner and rushed towards Lei Yuanzheng as fast as lightning. No one expected that this skinny old man who looked like he was dying could explode with such power!
Bang--
Liu Yuejin's fist hit Lei Yuanzheng's chest, and the powerful airflow pushed a fist-shaped bulge out of the enemy's clothes on his back.
Lei Yuanzheng bared his teeth and stabbed Liu Yuejin's heart with the wallpaper knife in his hand.
"You know that such an attack is ineffective against me, so why are you still struggling?" Lei Yuanzheng said coldly.
Liu Yuejin grabbed Lei Yuanzheng's arm holding the knife and twisted it, causing the blade to stir in his heart. Liu Yuejin pulled his body out, a pool of blood spurted out from his chest, and then he revealed a sly and contemptuous smile.
Lei Yuanzheng's heart skipped a beat before he realized that Liu Yuejin was committing suicide in disguise. He pinched Liu Yuejin's thin shoulders and shouted, " Where is ?"
Liu Yuejin used up his last bit of strength to break free from Lei Yuanzheng, slowly sat down on the recliner, and said with a smug smile: "You will never... get it." Then, this strongman warrior closed his eyes silently.
Lei Yuanzheng was a little annoyed. He pulled the paper off the table. There was not a single word on it. At this moment, his eyes accidentally swept over the recliner, and a question flashed through his mind: Why did he refuse to leave this recliner? Lei Yuanzheng pushed Liu Yuejin's body aside and moved the recliner away. There was a floor tile underneath that was very different in color from the other tiles.
Lei Yuanzheng smashed the brick with a casual punch, and his ten thick fingers grabbed the broken pieces like an iron rake and threw them away. Under the brick was a book wrapped in oil paper. He couldn't wait to pick it up and flip through it. In the book were names and addresses of people one by one.
