Chapter 292: Still Not Old and Confused
No wonder he looked so familiar. Zhang Jinguo ignored the injuries on his body and looked carefully at the man in front of him.
When drinking with Chang Youwei, they often talked about these younger generations.
Jiang Yi and Lin Cuo from Qincheng, as well as Song Yanci who came out of there, watched Luo Xun grow up, and he was usually the focus of their discussions.
Jiang Yi picked up his dagger and put it into an evidence bag: "There is blood from that woman on it. Chi Xia and the others should be able to use it."
Zhang Jinguo's mind was in turmoil, and he was unaware of the blood soaking through his clothes: "Why are the criminal police from Qincheng here for our Dongzhou case?"
"It shouldn't be hard for you to guess, right?"
Jiang Yi said: "A criminal group that has been able to cause trouble for so many years cannot have its roots only in the small Dongzhou. Why did your mission fail back then? Was it just because of wrong intelligence? Not necessarily."
Zhang Jinguo gradually calmed down and felt that he had been stupid and unreasonable just now.
He took a long breath and said, "Then what should I do?"
"Of course I will fight back."
Jiang Yi said calmly, "But fighting alone is boring and dangerous. It's more interesting to fight in a group. To deal with this kind of people, we must attack them in groups. We are that group."
Zhang Jinguo was silent for a long time, then sighed: "The latecomers are ahead, after all, we are getting old."
Jiang Yi helped him walk out: "There are many people who are still strong even at an old age. Just don't run around. Do you know how much effort I put in to find you? I'm not familiar with the place, and it's really not easy for me."
Zhang Jinguo's voice weakened: "Then how do you know this Chi Xia is fake?"
"Of course there are clues."
Jiang Yi said impatiently: "What you saw was really a fake. Think carefully about what the other party said to you. Do you think the other party is playing tricks on you?"
"In order to let me meet this fake Chi Xia and then tell Lao Chang about it, then no matter whether it's true or not, Chi Xia will not be able to participate in this case, and I will also be investigated."
"You are not senile yet." Jiang Yi felt relieved.
"Are you very familiar with that girl Chi Xia?" Zhang Jinguo asked again.
"Yeah, very familiar."
"Then does she know that you came to Pingxi County?"
"I don't know." Jiang Yi said.
"So what exactly is your mission?" Zhang Jinguo was a little confused.
In the night, Jiang Yi raised his lips and said, "In this mission, my code name is Bomb."
Zhang Jinguo: “Hmm?”
"The trump card will only be used at the last moment."
Jiang Yi said: "Officer Zhang, welcome to join the Ace Bomb team. This means that our lethality is even greater."
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At daybreak, the men hurriedly found Lao K who was practicing boxing. Seeing that he was holding his breath and concentrating, they did not dare to disturb him for a while.
It was Old K who glanced over and said calmly, "What's the matter?"
The subordinate hesitated and said, "There is news from Qincheng that Master Zhao Wu's road has been robbed."
Old K stopped moving, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and he stopped moving: "Who robbed you?"
The subordinate lowered his head and whispered, "Scorpion."
This was an answer that Old K did not expect. He frowned and asked, "Who are you talking about?"
"Scorpion."
The subordinate said, "I heard that Master Zhao Wu was arrested as soon as he got off the car last night. Scorpion launched a slogan to replace him in Dongxing and take over all his businesses."
Old K clapped his hands and laughed: "Great, you gave me such a big gift right after arriving in Qincheng . Go, go and call Old Seven Mo over to me!"
The men breathed a sigh of relief and hurried down.
Mo Laoqi hasn't arrived yet, Cheng Jiu arrived first.
The events in Dongxing and Anyang had caused Cheng Jiu to suffer setbacks one after another, and he looked dejected when he walked over.
As soon as he called out "boss", the bowl in Lao K's hand was thrown towards him.
The teacup hit his forehead, and the still hot tea poured down his face. Cheng Jiu covered his face in pain but didn't dare to say a word.
"Kneel down." Old K had a sullen face, but his voice sounded calm.
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Cheng Jiu's eyes, but he still knelt down as he was told.
"What's up with that woman named Du?"
Lao K lit a cigar and said, "Cheng Jiu, how come I didn't know when I gave you the business of developing drugs?"
Cheng Jiu lowered his head, with shock and fear in his pupils, sweat already breaking out on his forehead, and he dared not say a word.
"I trust you and let you handle Dongxing's affairs."
Old K continued, "Not only is the matter not over, it seems to have only muddied the waters. One wave has not yet settled, another wave has arisen. You have brought me another murder case. Tell me, why is this happening?"
"Someone is behind this matter in Dongxing!" Cheng Jiu said anxiously, "It is definitely related to Qu Bai!"
"Do you have any evidence?" Old K looked at the butt of his cigar. Neither his expression nor his voice showed any emotion.
Cheng Jiu was confused and even more nervous. He gritted his teeth and said, "Not yet."
"Come here." Old K waved his hand.
Cheng Jiu raised his leg and was about to get up.
"Come here on your knees." Old K said again.
Cheng Jiu's raised knee knocked back again. A trace of humiliation flashed across his lowered face, and he knelt in the direction of Old K.
At this time, Mo Laoqi also arrived.
Seeing Cheng Jiu kneeling on the ground, he was curious at first, then recognized him and couldn't help laughing: "Who was it I thought? It turned out to be our Cheng Jiu."
Cheng Jiu's knees froze, and he continued to move forward with an expressionless face.
Mo Laoqi hated Cheng Jiu very much, and he would not miss any opportunity to laugh at him. He continued, "What did you do wrong? There are so many people watching. It's not right to walk on your knees, right?"
Cheng Jiu clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot, but he still moved forward.
At the moment when Mo Laoqi opened his mouth to make fun of him again, Lao K suddenly threw another covered bowl, which hit Mo Laoqi's knee.
He was a dwarf, and his lower body was unstable to begin with. He was completely unprepared, and when the bowl was thrown at him, his knees went weak and he fell to his knees.
Cheng Jiu glanced in his direction and smiled coldly.
Old K raised his head and looked at Qu Bai who was walking in the distance, then retracted his gaze to Mo Laoqi: "I'll settle your account later, but now watch your mouth."
Mo Laoqi's face changed, and he was in a state of panic for a moment.
Cheng Jiu was already kneeling in front of Old K.
"Put your hands out," he said, "palms facing up."
Cheng Jiu hesitated for a moment and did as he said.
Old K lit another cigar.
Then, he held two lit cigarette butts against Cheng Jiu's palm.
In an instant, veins on Cheng Jiu's neck bulged and he tried to pull his hands away uncontrollably, but two people had already come up and restrained him.
Old K let go and burned her again, but his tone was extremely gentle: "Did I ever tell you not to think about betraying me?"
The pain transmitted from the palm of his hand became more and more severe, and the nerves in his whole body seemed to explode. With a bang, he seemed to be unable to hear any sound except the piercing pain.
Mo Laoqi took a glance and felt his back tighten and he shuddered for no apparent reason.
Torturing people bit by bit and invading from the smallest places is Lao K's usual method.
So, will he be the next?
Mo Laoqi felt that every pore in his body was filled with fear.
"Speak." Old K said calmly, looking at Cheng Jiu's bloody palm: "Do you remember my rules?"
Cheng Jiu struggled to utter a few words: "Remember."
Old K increased the strength in his hand, and the cigarette butt hit the flesh and blood heavily. With a hissing sound, the pain spread from the palm of his hand to the whole body, and the cigarette butt went out.
"Since you remember, why don't you obey?"
Old K waved his hand, and the people who had imprisoned Cheng Jiu released him.
It was clearly just the palm of their hand that was injured. Over the years, they had experienced worse pains than this, but none of them seemed to compare to the pain of him holding the cigarette butt against their palm.
Cheng Jiu fell to the ground.
Qu Bai just stepped into the pavilion.
Lao K took the towel and wiped his hands, then looked up at him: "You're here."
"Um."
Qu Bai's eyes were indifferent, as if he couldn't see the two people on the ground.
