Chapter 156: You Can't Eat Hot Tofu When You're Impatient

It must be a scam.

Jiang Cheng nodded, "I told you how could there be such a good deal: six days a week, nine to six, and a salary of five thousand yuan a month."

"Yeah, that one‑thousand percent is a scam."

The older security guard nodded heavily.

Then he glanced around and whispered, "A few months ago, someone here disappeared because of this."

"Disappeared?"

Jiang Cheng's voice rose noticeably.

"Shh."

The older guard made a silencing gesture, "Kid, keep your voice down; our superiors forbid us to talk about this, but…"

He glanced at the cigarette that was almost finished in his hand and smiled.

Jiang Cheng passed another one over, and also handed one to the person beside him.

"Kid, I'm telling you, you must never tell anyone else; it was me who told you."

The older guard took a satisfied puff and continued, "Actually, disappearances have been happening continuously, and most of the missing are women, especially young and beautiful ones! Some were walking at night when a van suddenly appeared and snatched them; others, like you just mentioned, involve scams."

"Tell me the details."

The older guard gave Jiang Cheng a slightly teasing look.

"Just in the past two months, another woman nearby vanished; she was introduced to a job with a very high salary, and after she left, she never returned."

"Do we know where she went?"

"Who would know?"

The older guard took a drag, "Some say she was taken as a sacrificial offering; others say she was sent to a nightclub as a hostess. In any case, it's unlikely she'll have a good outcome."

"A sacrificial offering?"

Jiang Cheng's eyes widened.

"There are some lunatics who specialize in this; anyone they target meets a gruesome fate," the older guard said, his eyes showing deep fear, then waved his hands repeatedly, "Even saying this in broad daylight would be odd."

Jiang Cheng nodded and then asked:

"Has anyone reported it?"

"It was reported, but it didn't help much; you need this."

The younger guard rubbed his fingers.

Jiang Cheng understood.

"Kid, if you have any women at home, be sure to tell them not to walk at night and to stay vigilant about everything."

The older guard finished his cigarette and sighed.

"This Outer City District isn't as safe as it looks, but it's far better than the Poor District outside; during the day people hardly dare go out, let alone at night."

"That's true; I heard gangs run rampant there, and even in broad daylight they'd dare break in and kill if you offend them," the younger guard added.

"Brothers, I have a favor to ask; if you agree, I'll give you this pack of cigarettes, and I'll keep sending you one or two packs in the future."

Hearing this, the two guards exchanged glances.

"Kid, tell us what it is first; our abilities are limited, and if we can't do it, we should decline."

"Yeah, yeah."

The other man echoed in agreement.

"We don't even earn three thousand a month; we won't do death‑defying work."

"It's not a big deal."

Jiang Cheng smiled faintly.

"In a little while a mother‑and‑daughter pair will set up a stall to mend clothes; they're my family, and I'm uneasy, but I have my own business and can't stay with them. Could you two watch over them and call me if anything happens?"

"Oh, I see. Just keeping an eye on them is fine; kid, give me the phone number, but to be honest, if something happens we might not be able to help much."

"No problem, as long as you can watch."

Jiang Cheng said this and shoved the pack of cigarettes into their hands.

"Oh dear, kid, you're too polite; rest assured, with us watching, your family won't have any trouble." "Indeed, if anything does happen, we'll call you immediately."

The two were overjoyed.

Such a small favor, it's a piece of cake, right?

"Then I entrust it to you, brothers."

Jiang Cheng finished and walked out toward the outside.

His gaze also turned cold.

He wouldn't rely entirely on just the two guards for this.

So he decided to act personally, to see what kind of monsters they're dealing with and what their plan is.

Even if the Dawn Society finds out, he has a reason to explain.

With a little time before Chen Sao and the others set up their stall, Jiang Cheng simply found a shop, sat down, ordered a pot of tea, and drank slowly.

At the same time, in a secluded corner.

Three people gathered, occasionally glancing toward the residential complex entrance.

Three people: two men and a woman.

The two men looked in their twenties, resembled each other as if they were brothers, both exuding a thugish aura that made them seem unapproachable.

The woman was in her forties, dressed in bright red, her eyes a bit small, giving an impression of shrewdness.

"Big sister, where are those two people you mentioned?"

One of the men asked.

"What's the hurry?"

The middle‑aged woman glared at him, "You can't eat hot tofu when you're impatient, you know?"

"Enough, Lao Er, be quiet."

Another man finished speaking, looked at the middle‑aged woman, and said, "Big sister, are those two really as perfect as you say?"

"Nonsense."

The middle‑aged woman snapped, "Do you think my eye is off, big sister? One of them is in her thirties, right at the peak of a woman's charm, and the other is seventeen or eighteen, a bud about to bloom. If we sell them to a nightclub, we could make a lot of money. Here they are, those two!"

She quickly signaled with her eyes.

The two men looked, and indeed, two women stepped out of the doorway, and the men's eyes instantly widened.

The one leading walked like she was in her thirties, with long hair and a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, exuding a gentle aura.

The one a little behind looked seventeen or eighteen, with a pair of jet‑black, shining eyes, long lashes fluttering lightly, and every movement radiated youthful vigor.

"Whoa, big sister, they look like a mother‑daughter pair!" the younger brother blurted, drooling uncontrollably.

"Big sister, if we manage to trick them, could we brothers get a little pleasure first?" the older brother asked, his eyes gleaming.

"Two aren't enough for your household?"

"Big sister."

The two pleaded.

"The older one is fine, the younger one isn't."

The middle‑aged woman squinted and said, "The younger one looks like a chick; she'll fetch a high price."

"Alright! Alright! I prefer the older one," the younger brother slobbered all over the floor.

"Big sister, you've already spoken with them, right?" the older brother asked, a bit nervous, having thought of something.

"Don't worry."

The middle‑aged woman smiled smugly, "With a few words yesterday I uncovered their backgrounds. They're probably from outside, have little money, and they were already interested yesterday. Today I'll add a little fire, and they'll obediently follow me."

"Great, big sister, hurry over there," the younger brother urged.

"Look at you, always in a rush!"

The middle‑aged woman glared at him again, "A duck already in hand still afraid it'll fly away? They're definitely waiting for me now; let them wait a bit longer, their hearts are burning with impatience, and I'll go over later, no problem."

(End of chapter)