Chapter 629 - 409: Fierce Showdown! [Double-Length, Please Vote!]
Chapter 629: Chapter 409: Fierce Showdown! [Double-Length, Please Vote!]
November 6th.
a.m.
It’s an ordinary day, the sky as dark as ink, with a crisp coldness in the air that makes your throat itch when inhaled into the lungs.
Whether in Upper City or the residents of the northern province, no one feels anything different; they go about their daily routines as usual.
For those running breakfast stalls, this time of night is when they start preparing ingredients in the dark.
Streetlights flicker on the dim streets.
Feng Village is no different.
At the edge of Fengxiang Town, Yangzhou City, in the middle of an endless plain, a light flickers like a firefly.
This is Feng Village!
"Snap!"
A crisp sound rings out.
Inside the ancestral hall of Feng Village, Feng Jiancun sits on a chair; he presses a lighter, and the flickering flame burns the tip of the cigarette he’s holding.
"Hoo~"
Feeling the chill in the air, he exhales a plume of smoke, then turns his head to the side.
"Where’s Chen Erliang?"
Upon hearing this, a man with a sinister appearance smiles and says:
"Brother Chen is trying to clean up the school’s mess."
"So, this time, the handling of the cargo ... you can just leave it all to me."
Upon hearing this, Feng Jiancun’s brow furrowed, a hint of anger showing on his face, and he stubbed out the cigarette on the table.
"Scorpion, you’re not qualified enough!"
He says, with a sharp turn of tone, coldly:
"Since Boss Chen is here, let’s meet face to face. We’ve already prepared to cooperate, what’s there to hide?"
As these words fall, Scorpion’s eyes flicker unpredictably, and after a moment, he stands up and whispers something to the thug beside him.
The thug occasionally nods, then quickly walks away.
"Da da da..."
The sound of footsteps grows distant, and soon disappears, leaving only silence in the ancestral hall.
Feng Jiancun sips clear tea, waiting silently.
And just as he reclines back to sip his tea ... suddenly, footsteps sound nearby.
Feng Jiancun pauses, then straightens the teacup by his lips, revealing the shadow beneath it.
"Uncle Feng, long time no see!"
A man with a fierce scar on his face approaches with a gentle smile.
Without hesitation, he sits next to Chen Erliang, and casually drinks a cup of tea.
"Heh, Chen Erliang... explain the Yangzhou City situation to me, Chen Rui."
Feng Jiancun’s gaze sharpens, landing on Chen Erliang beside him.
The alternative name he uttered was naturally this man’s real name.
"Explain?"
Chen Erliang pauses, then looks at Scorpion and claps his hands.
"Clap clap!"
The hands clap, creating a crisp sound, and as he does so, a small henchman enters the ancestral hall with a box.
The box is square, about the size of a forearm, held at his abdomen.
"Squeak~"
Chen Erliang smacks his lips, stands up, moves closer, placing his hand on the box.
He opens the box lid, and as a crack appears, an indistinct odor wafts out.
Everyone frowns.
The next moment, as the box is fully opened ... a putrid smell invades everyone’s nostrils!
"This is the explanation!"
Chen Erliang’s face goes cold, gripping something inside the box with force, and carelessly throws it towards Feng Jiancun.
"Plop... thump..."
A round object is thrown on the ground, rolling a bit.
Under the lights, it’s revealed to be a....
Head!
A bloodied head!
It’s a long-haired woman, with hollow cheeks, sallow skin, and a ferocious expression on her severed face, now lying before Feng Jiancun, the cut clear and visible.
Those pale eyes, persistently staring at Feng Jiancun, with a hint of deathly fear in them.
"We’ve checked, it was her doing in Yangzhou City."
"Named Qiao Ya, she frequent bars selling ’laughing gas bombs,’ and later used high-concentration stamps to try drugs, diluting them for sale in the affected areas."
Chen Erliang says lazily, sitting back into his chair.
"That’s the whole story."
"The person’s dead; the police can’t trace it back to us."
The person is dead, the trail ends.
After all, for a woman frequenting chaotic places, even a so-called great detective arriving would find no effective clues.
As long as they remain dormant until mid-2006, the police won’t find any trace of them!
However...
"Try drugs?"
"Heh, back at the beginning of the year, the technique for making ’stamps’ was already set."
Feng Jiancun blurts out a fact known between them.
Chen Erliang stops, looks up, noticing the other already staring at him, their gazes locking instantly.
"Where did Qiao Ya get those stamps?"
They had indeed tried outside testing in the research stage.
But... only limited to the end of 2004 to the beginning of 2005!
Now, it’s already the end of 2005...
Those things Qiao Ya sold couldn’t possibly have been preserved since January as trial samples, right? Impossible!
So...
"Where did she get those stamps?"
Feng Jiancun suddenly stares intently at Chen Erliang.
Undoubtedly, it was secretly sold by him, and the selling locations might have been knowingly allowed as a way to test his limits.
Chen Erliang’s face also darkens.
Previously, such matters were tacitly ignored between them; now the other was pressing it so hard....
"One of my men, couldn’t keep it in his pants, got involved with her a few times, then..."