Chapter 1213

The medicine was decocted and cooled to a warm temperature. At this time, Zhao Ziying, who had been in a deep sleep for a long time, also woke up.

She was very repulsed by Wang Yan: "What did you do to me?"

"It's too hard to endure; you'll be better off if you sleep through it." Wang Yan brought the medicine over, supported her head to let her sit up, "Come, drink the medicine."

"Don't drink! Get lost!"

Wang Yan smiled, then sat behind Zhao Ziying, pinched her mouth open with one hand, and directly poured the medicine into her mouth with the other.

Zhao Ziying was in great pain; she waved her hands unconsciously to hit Wang Yan, but because her mouth was full of liquid medicine, she had to swallow it passively to avoid choking.

Although the medicine spilled everywhere, she still drank more than half a bowl.

"Fuck your mother, you lunatic, you crazy person... Susu, good sister, make him get lost! Make him get lost! Get far away."

Zhao Ziying lay on the bed, cursing Wang Yan loudly, crying and making a scene.

Susu watched from the side, stopping her body several times, halting her steps, and swallowing the words she wanted to say.

Wang Yan, who had been cursed at, didn't get angry, just smiled slightly.

Why did Zhao Ziying dare to curse him? Because he was a good person. He could have robbed her directly, but he didn't. He could have had a relationship with Zhao Ziying directly, but he still didn't. The two women couldn't stop a strong person like Wang Yan.

So far, they could live peacefully here and run their shop, which could only be said to be a plot advantage; otherwise, it wouldn't be very easy.

But Wang Yan didn't do that. He ran out for several days, bought a pile of medicinal herbs, and patiently decocted the medicine. Whether it had a curative effect or not, his attitude was impeccable.

Without a doubt, wherever he went, this was enough to be rated as a good person.

Wang Yan looked at Zhao Ziying, who was lying on the bed making a scene and cursing, with a smile, then tapped her a few times, making her fall into a deep sleep again.

"Why did you put her to sleep again?" Susu asked nervously.

"The initial withdrawal reaction is relatively strong; without external force, relying on human willpower alone is not enough. If she could hold on, she wouldn't be like this today. It's better to be asleep; although the body will still have reactions, her perception is lowered, and it's not as hard to endure. Maybe she'll feel bad in her dreams. The medicine she drank regulates the internal organs and also has a sedative effect, which can help her sleep well."

"But you can't keep her asleep forever, right? If this continues, her muscles will atrophy."

Wang Yan pinched Zhao Ziying's arm casually: "Look at the little meat she has; it's just a little stronger than atrophy. It can all be exercised back later."

"What about her spirit? She sleeps like this..." Facing Wang Yan's smiling gaze, Susu let out a long sigh, "Alright, she's not very normal now anyway; how much worse can it get?"

At this moment, the phone in Wang Yan's pocket rang.

He looked at the caller ID, then answered: "What's up, Boss Liu, missing men?"

This was an old Nokia phone, without internet service, only capable of making calls and sending texts, playing Snake, and so on. But one thing was good: the sound from the earpiece wasn't small.

Susu heard the sound from the side.

Only to hear a charming laugh from the phone that made one's scalp tingle: "Old lady isn't missing men; I'm missing a man as fierce as you. I left you my number, but you don't know how to care about me; you really don't recognize people after pulling up your pants. It's a waste that I not only let you play for free but also gave you money; it really hurt my heart in vain~"

"You didn't think you were playing with me?"

"Still in Daqu Lin?"

"Yes."

"Then hurry over; I'm waiting for you." Then the person on the other side hung up the phone with a wanton laugh.

"Who is it?" Susu asked curiously.

"Know the Jin Cui Karaoke Hall?"

"Every child in Daqu Lin knows it."

"Boss Liu Jincui, she's quite satisfied with my performance and wants me to go over and communicate some more." Wang Yan nodded with a smile.

Susu spat: "You really come when called? No ambition."

Wang Yan stepped forward and hugged her: "Or do you want to settle the bill first?"

"You'd better go find Liu Jincui. But don't say I didn't warn you; that woman is not to be trifled with."

"Even children dare to stab people with knives; who in Sanbianpo is to be trifled with?" Wang Yan touched her face, then smiled, and headed straight downstairs.

"Are you coming back tonight?"

"Lock the door well; don't leave the door for me, it's not safe. I'll climb the wall and flip back in."

As he spoke, Wang Yan had already disappeared at the stairwell.

Susu leaned against the wall watching the stairs, and also looked back at Zhao Ziying, who had been awake for a short time and had fallen into a deep sleep again...

The Jin Cui Karaoke Hall was still as lively as ever. Wang Yan parked the car at the entrance and saw Liu Jincui leaning against the main door of the karaoke hall, smoking a cigarette and greeting people entering the shop.

Seeing Wang Yan get out of the car and walk over, Liu Jincui greeted him with two steps forward.

"Where were you? You came so fast?"

"You're asking a bit too much." Wang Yan put his arm around Liu Jincui and reached directly into her clothes.

"You're not subtle at all."

"And you weren't reserved either."

The two hooked up and went into the karaoke hall, laughing and talking.

Just at this moment, a slovenly-looking young man, who looked quite strong, with a fierce look on his face and a ruthless glint in his eyes, walked out from the opposite direction.

"Yo, Liu Jincui, what kind of trash did you find to have fun with again?"

Before Liu Jincui, whose face had turned ugly, could speak, Wang Yan had already reached out and grabbed his hair, pulling him into a nearby room. The fierce young man's subordinates didn't even react.

They hurried to follow, only to see Wang Yan already holding a gun, kicking the fierce young man away to the side, where he lay on the ground wailing. They didn't say a word, intending to draw their guns and kill this person.

But they didn't have the chance to draw their guns at all. Wang Yan walked over and dealt with them in three or two moves, beating them until they lost their combat effectiveness, in pain everywhere, and their guns were also taken by Wang Yan.

It was a Glock, a 9mm pistol.

Wang Yan looked at it in his hand and confiscated it directly.

At this time, the fierce young man on the ground adapted to the most intense wave of pain and began to curse: "Fuck your mother, do you know who I am? My uncle is Chen Hao. You'd better kneel down and apologize to me, otherwise, I'll make your life worse than death."

Wang Yan didn't say a word, went up and gave him a violent beating, beating him until he could only groan, no longer having the strength or courage to curse.

Only then did Liu Jincui react.

She let out a long sigh, leaned over to Wang Yan, who was lighting a cigarette to rest, and said: "You might have caused trouble."

"Tell me."

"His name is Mao Pan, Chen Hao's nephew. You just came here and don't know the situation. Chen Hao is the president of the Xianglong Chamber of Commerce, also Chinese, and has great influence here. He has close dealings with the high-level officials of the Federal Government. The famous Xianglong International in Daqu Lin is his. Also, this Jin Cui Karaoke Hall of mine, President Chen is also a major shareholder, and I'm also working for President Chen."

"Looking at it this way, our fate is about to end."

"At a time like this, you still have the heart to think about this?" Liu Jincui glared at Wang Yan and said unhappily, "You'd better think about how to save your life; don't count on me. Mao Pan is President Chen's nephew and is especially favored. He's caused quite a few things over the years, all wiped clean by President Chen. You're dead."

Wang Yan kicked Mao Pan with a smile: "You're so awesome?"

Mao Pan had nothing to say, just wailing to himself; he was truly in pain.

"Shut your mouth. Or I'll kick you to death right now."

So Mao Pan closed his mouth tightly, gritting his teeth and groaning, not daring to shout loudly again.

Wang Yan kicked him again and laughed: "Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, you're the trash."

Then he pointed his finger at one of Mao Pan's subordinates who had been beaten down by him, "You come over, take out his phone, and call that so-called President Chen. I'll chat with him, and I'll go over to apologize in a while."

"Yes, yes, yes." The subordinate who was pointed at crawled over, found the phone from Mao Pan's pocket, operated it to find Chen Hao's number, and handed it respectfully to Wang Yan.

Before long, the call was connected.

"What's the matter again?" A clearly impatient voice came from the phone.

"President Chen is also annoyed by your precious nephew?" Wang Yan replied with a smile.

The other side was silent for a while, then said: "Who are you?"

"Your nephew said I was trash found outside by Liu Jincui, brought back to have fun. I wasn't happy, so I kicked him. He cursed me, saying his uncle was Chen Hao, so I beat him up again, but it's all superficial wounds. I'm new here and afraid of not recognizing the real person. So Liu Jincui introduced how awesome President Chen is, and I thought, I still have to explain the misunderstanding to President Chen in person. Otherwise, it might be hard to handle later."

"It's Chen's lack of discipline that offended you; it's all negotiable, all negotiable. I'm at Xianglong International, waiting for you at any time."

Wang Yan turned to ask Liu Jincui: "Is Xianglong International far?"

"Ten minutes by car."

"Then ten minutes, President Chen, see you later."

"Are you really going?" Liu Jincui asked.

"Isn't there an ear here? If you say more, when this grandson talks to that President Chen later, you'll suffer." Wang Yan pinched Liu Jincui's face, then turned and gave Mao Pan a kick.

"Get out and get in the car."

So Mao Pan got up in a sorry state, bruised and swollen, and was carried out to the car by the other two subordinates.

Wang Yan didn't say much to Liu Jincui, went out, drove Mao Pan's Land Rover, and under their direction, drove all the way to Xianglong International.

Xianglong International was very imposing, so imposing that it didn't look like a building here at all. It was brightly lit in the dark night, and it didn't look as luxurious and tasteless as a casino. It covered a large area, and there were landscaping of mountains, rocks, and flowing water outside, which felt quite good.

This was a clubhouse, a place used by President Chen to win people's hearts. There must be the best chefs here, young and beautiful women, casinos where one could play to their heart's content, and various other activities.

In the play, President Chen could be called powerful, with close relations with the Federal Government, and at the same time colluding with drug lords and warlords; in Sanbianpo, he was truly a big mountain.

The mine producing pigeon-blood rubies was his, the forest farm producing rosewood was his, the Jin Cui Karaoke Hall was his, and he had a charity fund—this was a way of playing in line with international standards.

The person in charge of the charity fund was Mao Pan's mother, Chen Hao's own sister. Perhaps later, Mao Pan's death also had some connection to this...

Wang Yan was new here and had to face the copy Boss directly...

Parking directly at the main entrance under the rain canopy of Xianglong International, Wang Yan got out of the car, went around to the passenger seat, dragged Mao Pan out, dragged him on the ground, and walked straight inside.

And at the entrance, someone was welcoming them. Wang Yan knew this person was Zhou Bin, who worked as a deputy to Mao Pan at the logging site and had suffered a lot of bullying.

Zhou Bin glanced at Mao Pan, who was dragged on the ground like a dead dog, reached out to guide him, and spoke in Mandarin: "Hello, please this way, President Chen has been waiting for a long time."

"Are you Chinese?"

"My father is Chinese; I was born here and grew up here."

Wang Yan smiled and followed him in: "Then you still have to continue learning Chinese culture. Ten minutes and you've been waiting for a long time?"

Zhou Bin looked at Wang Yan and didn't answer, honestly leading the way in front.

Of course, he was dismissive; he thought Wang Yan was a lawless strong person, but Sanbianpo never lacked such people, and President Chen had never lacked facing such people, and President Chen himself was from such a background; here, if you're not ruthless, you really can't stand firm.

And with President Chen's status today, let alone ten minutes, waiting for Wang Yan for a minute was Wang Yan's fault, let alone him using the phrase "waiting for a long time" to flatter. He said President Chen was waiting, and he was wrong...

This was President Chen's prestige in Sanbianpo.

He had already begun to pity Wang Yan, not knowing what he was about to face, not running away from Sanbianpo directly, but foolishly delivering himself to the door...

From his perspective, Wang Yan was indeed having a hard time.

Because as Wang Yan dragged Mao Pan in, there were already strong men who looked like they weren't to be trifled with blocking the way behind. Clearly, President Chen didn't want Wang Yan to have an easy time.

Wang Yan had a smile on his face, followed Zhou Bin for a full five minutes, and finally saw the main person in a wide, magnificent place that looked like a reception room.

The chairs were all rosewood, the carpet on the floor was also hand-woven, and the walls were hung with large scrolls of paintings, both Chinese and Western, which looked like antiques and were worth a lot. What hit him was a sense of wealth and luxury.

President Chen Hao, chubby, with sparse hair and a face with horizontal flesh, was smiling, looking like a Maitreya Buddha, looking very harmonious. He sat in the middle facing the wide double-door, moving the tea set with both hands, drinking tea, and looking calmly at Wang Yan, who was dragging Mao Pan in.

Besides President Chen, there were more than a dozen men standing in the room. They were different, some fat and some thin, each looking like they weren't to be trifled with, staring at Wang Yan who came in, as if they wanted to tear him apart alive.

But Wang Yan didn't wait for them to tear him apart; he only waited for a middle-aged woman who was dressed gorgeously, revealing a sense of nouveau riche, and had a face that looked mean and harsh, to curse.

"Fuck your mother, you little beast, how dare you beat my son like this? Huh? What are you all standing there for? Huh? Open fire and kill him!"

Wang Yan thought there would be a few words of big boss posturing, but now it seemed that the big boss posturing had to wait until he was half-dead, or rather, until he could survive the shooting of many gunmen.

Seeing that Chen Hao was still drinking tea calmly, Wang Yan took out two guns.

Almost at the same time, everyone in the room except Chen Hao and the woman drew their guns.

No, there was also a Zhou Bin, who was running away. When the woman was cursing, he had already started running.

Of course, Wang Yan wouldn't stand still. While drawing his guns, he had already run to the side. While running, he fired shots bang bang bang...

So in the luxurious reception hall, bullets flew everywhere for a while. The expensive tables, chairs, and sofas were smashed, the rare antiques were riddled with holes, and the expensive decoration was also full of bullet holes.

In addition to the people in the room, there were many people who had been following Wang Yan behind, totaling more than twenty people, who fired at Wang Yan together.

Soon, the gunfire gradually faded.

Zhou Bin stood in front of President Chen, holding a gun, trembling, he hadn't drawn his gun from beginning to end, so he was alive.

Wang Yan glanced at him; he didn't even dare to raise his gun, simply throwing it to the side.

Wang Yan smiled, walked to the side of Chen Jie, Mao Pan's mother who had been clamoring just now. She was Chen Hao's sister.

At this time, Chen Jie no longer had the arrogance she had just now, just sitting paralyzed on the ground, trembling.

She was very afraid, because all the gunmen just now were dead, and now, their lives were all in the hands of this strong person who had suddenly popped up.

Wang Yan walked over, grabbed Chen Jie's curled hair, slapped her left and right, slapping her until the woman's face was swollen like a pig's head before stopping.

Chen Jie didn't dare to speak, didn't even dare to cry out in pain. Because Wang Yan said, if she dared to scream, he would beat her to death.

Mao Pan was even more unbearable, lying on the ground twitching constantly; he was already scared to death.

He hadn't seen more than twenty people die together; he hadn't seen more than twenty people beaten to death in front of his uncle, whom he thought was omnipotent. His life had never been in such danger.

Chen Hao's state was not bad; he had stopped drinking tea, because he couldn't hold the lid bowl. His hands were placed on the armrests of the sofa, staring fixedly at Wang Yan, who was beating his own sister there.

After a while, Wang Yan kicked Chen Jie in the stomach, finally ending this beating.

He lit a cigarette, strolled over to the sofa beside Chen Hao, and sat down.

Blowing a mouthful of smoke into Chen Hao's face, he smiled: "President Chen, you're not a good person."

"This is a misunderstanding. Just now, before I had even opened my mouth, you drew your gun. Seeing you draw your gun, my subordinates drew their guns, which led things to this point. This is not what I wanted to see."

Chen Hao tried his best to maintain his posture and stay calm.

"Didn't you also not stop them? What's the use of saying useless things now?" Wang Yan sneered. "Liu Jincui said you have great influence in Sanbianpo and have close dealings with the high-level officials of the Federal Government. Although she didn't say it, being able to live comfortably in Sanbianpo and having such a great reputation, I think you also have deep relations with those drug lords and warlords, with great interests involved.

President Chen, do you think I can still mix in Sanbianpo?"

"With your ability, you can mix anywhere."

"You're afraid of death." Wang Yan laughed. "I think you also fought your way out in your early years, right?"

Chen Hao nodded without avoiding it: "It's like this here, fighting for opportunities with your life. But when a person gets older, they consider more things, and being hesitant is inevitable. I've fought all my life, with my head on my belt, and it wasn't easy to achieve today's achievements. Whoever reaches my position, I'm afraid, would be afraid of death. Although these are all external things, I just can't bear to part with them."

"Can you swallow this breath?"

"I can swallow it. It was my troublesome nephew who offended you first, and I offended you later. The fault is ours, I admit it. What you're fighting for is nothing more than money; name a number."

"Ten million."

"Red bills?"

"President Chen is too stingy. You've reached this point, and you still don't take your own life seriously?"

"Alright, ten million US dollars. Name an account, and I'll have someone transfer it to you right now."

"Not safe enough," Wang Yan shook his head. "Have someone send a computer over."

Chen Hao didn't talk nonsense, simply picked up his phone and made a call. Before long, a young man who was trembling with fear came in, cautious, not daring to lift his head, and placed a laptop with a network card on the low table between Wang Yan and Chen Hao.

Then, at Chen Hao's wave, he retreated cautiously, not daring to breathe loudly, and even thoughtfully closed the heavy main door.

Wang Yan took the computer, took out his USB drive and plugged it in, tapped on the keyboard for half an hour, and then handed the computer to Chen Hao: "Use this account, transfer the money."

Chen Hao was agile and very cooperative. It didn't take a few minutes to complete the verification process and transfer ten million US dollars to Wang Yan's account.

So, just like at Yan Baimei's place, Wang Yan operated for a while, hiding the money in the vast data of bank circulation, and finally transferred it to several different accounts. Don't put all your eggs in one basket; this is the most basic common sense.

"President Chen, I know you're all telling lies. You're soft, not because you were wrong, but because your life is in my hands, it's that simple. And your sister and sister, this precious nephew of yours, none of them look like good things, all used to being arrogant and domineering. You definitely won't be convinced and will have to find trouble for me.

I'll tell you clearly, President Chen, you only have one chance. No matter if you find drug lords, warlords, mercenaries, or the bullshit Federal Government, as long as I'm not dead, once I escape, I'll take your whole family's lives. You'd better have a net spread out so I have no way to heaven and no door to earth.

Also, I'll be in Daqu Lin for the next month or two, and I'll still go to Liu Jincui's every now and then; she's quite fun. Oh, right, I'm going to find her in a while, after experiencing a tense and exciting gunfight, to relieve the pressure first.

How to choose, you decide for yourself. Remember, just once."

Wang Yan patted Chen Hao's shoulder, whose face was uncertain, then stood up and strolled around the room picking up a few guns, slowly unloading all the magazines, found a relatively clean piece of clothing, and took them all away.

He didn't say another word to Chen Hao, but that leisurely posture and endless silence were the greatest torment for Chen Hao.

Chen Jie was even better, but Mao Pan had already been scared to pee.

Wang Yan pulled open the heavy door, took the laptop, carried the clothes full of magazines, looked back at Chen Hao with a meaningful smile, and strode away...