Chapter 121: Ni Yongxiao Learns the Truth

Guodong, have you found anything from tailing Han Chen and them these past few days?

The brothers have been following them for days; they've been acting normally, with no unusual moves, and Han Chen and his wife haven't shown any connection with Huang Zhi Cheng.

Huang Zhi Cheng is a policeman; he probably has no connection with Han Chen and his wife, right?

Shen Guodong had held it in for days, but he couldn't help asking.

Chen Mo chuckled: "Huang Zhi Cheng and Han Chen and his wife have known each other since childhood; they're old friends."

If we can't tail them, forget it; we don't need to follow Huang Zhi Cheng anymore, just watch Han Chen and his wife. Tell the brothers to be careful and not get caught.

Chen Mo originally planned to get evidence of Huang Zhi Cheng meeting Mary and hand it to Ni Yongxiao, but now it seems he might not be able to obtain it.

Anyway, it's fine; as long as we tell Ni Yongxiao what's going on, he'll find the evidence himself.

Chen Mo waved at Li Li: "Li Li, come over and help me write a letter."

This time he doesn't intend to let people spread the news outside; otherwise, by the time it reaches Ni Yongxiao's ears, who knows what it'll become.

Writing a letter is more convenient; you can explain everything clearly, and you don't have to worry about Ni Yongxiao hanging up on you.

To conceal his identity, Chen Mo dictated the letter himself and had Li Li write it for him.

As Chen Mo gradually recounted how Huang Zhi Cheng directed, Mary plotted, and Liu Jianming carried out the killing of Ni Kun, Li Li also finished writing the letter with a shocked expression.

Shen Guodong, listening on the side, was dumbfounded.

Such a secret matter, yet Chen Mo knows it so clearly—does he have some special source of information, or is he just making it up?

"Mo Ge, are these all true?" Shen Guodong couldn't help but be curious.

Li Li put down her pen and likewise looked at Chen Mo with an inquisitive expression.

"True or false doesn't matter; as long as Ni Yongxiao believes it. Guodong, tonight arrange for someone to deliver this letter to the Ni family villa, and be careful not to expose your identity."

Don't worry, Mo Ge.

At night, Ni Yongxiao was scratching his head in the study, almost worried to death.

Guohua, Gan Di, and Hei Gui have been fighting each other for over a week, with no sign of sitting down to reconcile.

Police have been guarding their turf every night, making arrests; now some dealers and small transporters from Tsim Sha Tsui have run to Yau Ma Tei to pick up goods, greatly affecting business.

Ni Yongxiao sent Luo Ji to persuade them many times, but it had no effect at all.

If it weren't that the legitimate business hasn't yet fully gotten on track, and the Ni family still can't withdraw from the powder trade, Ni Yongxiao would have wanted to just take out Guohua and his gang.

Just then, Ni Lao San rushed in, pushing the door open, holding an envelope in his hand.

"A Xiao, take a look at this!"

"What is it?" Ni Yongxiao lifted his head, looking at his third uncle with an impatient expression.

Ni Lao San handed the envelope to Ni Yongxiao, saying solemnly, "Just now a vagrant delivered it, saying a young man gave him a hundred dollars to pass it on, and that it concerns the death of the eldest brother."

Upon hearing Ni Lao San say that, Ni Yongxiao's face turned grim; he took the envelope and quickly pulled out the letter inside to read.

After a moment, Ni Yongxiao's face was as cold as frost, full of killing intent.

"Huang Zhi Cheng, Mary, Liu Jianming, and Han Chen all deserve to die!"

Saying that, Ni Yongxiao handed the letter paper to Ni Lao San.

"Third Uncle, first arrest Liu Jianming as the letter says, and also have someone look into Huang Zhi Cheng's background!"

Ni Yongxiao naturally wouldn't blindly trust the letter's contents, but that doesn't prevent him from investigating himself.

Huang Zhi Cheng is now a senior superintendent, possibly about to be promoted to commissioner; Han Chen is also his capable subordinate, so neither can be moved lightly.

The only one who can be moved easily is Liu Jianming.

Conveniently, we can arrest Liu Jianming for interrogation to verify the truth of the letter.

After all, Liu Jianming is merely a petty underling of Han Chen, and at the police station he's just a rookie officer fresh from the academy.

Ni Yongxiao originally knew nothing about him, but it doesn't matter; Chen Mo wrote it clearly in the letter.

If an ordinary officer runs into trouble, the police will investigate, but not with great intensity.

That bit of pressure, the Ni family doesn't care about.

Ni Lao San also finished reading the letter and snapped, "These bastards. A Xiao, why go through all this trouble? I'll just take them out myself."

Ni Lao San's temperament lacks Ni Yongxiao's composure.

Ni Kun is his own elder brother; knowing who killed his big brother, how could he bear it!

"No! Huang Zhi Cheng and Han Chen still can't be moved arbitrarily; we just need to watch them. First catch Liu Jianming; as long as we confirm the letter's content is true, I won't let any of them go."

Ni Yongxiao clenched his fists so tightly that the envelope in his hand was torn.

"Alas!"

Ni Lao San let out a heavy sigh, full of resentment, and turned and left.

After Ni Lao San left, Ni Yongxiao began to ponder again: who sent this letter, and what was the sender's motive!

He didn't believe the sender was simply a well-meaning person.

A public housing unit in Sham Shui Bu.

Liu Jianming got up early in the morning, tidied up, and prepared to go to work.

He is still just a rookie officer who graduated not long ago; he needs to be diligent and perform well in front of his colleagues and superiors.

Just as he opened the door, ready to go to work, a gun was pressed directly against his temple.

"Who are you?"

Liu Jianming remained quite calm, raising both hands high and slowly retreating backward into the room.

The attacker kept the gun against his head, lifting his leg and following him inside.

Immediately, another three or four people rushed in from behind, surrounding Liu Jianming.

"Are you Liu Jianming?"

"It's me. Who are you? Dare you act against the police?"

Liu Jianming tried to use his police identity to scare off these people, but it seemed useless.

He suddenly felt a pain in his neck, and a needle tip stabbed in from the back of his neck.

Someone injected an unknown liquid into his body.

Liu Jianming instantly felt dizzy and fainted.

"Take the person away, keep it quiet."

Several people searched Liu Jianming's house, found some cash and a pistol, then stuffed Liu Jianming into a large suitcase and dragged him away.

An hour later, Ni Lao San entered Ni Yongxiao's study holding a freshly made confession.

"A Xiao, Liu Jianming confessed— the elder brother was killed by him, and it's indeed instigated by Han Chen's woman."

Ni Yongxiao took the confession, glanced at it a few times, and put it on the table.

He had no doubt about the truthfulness of Liu Jianming's confession.

The Ni Family deals in drugs; one injection destroys anyone's rationality, making them answer whatever is asked.

"How's the investigation into Huang Zhi Cheng's background going?"

"Time is too short, only found a little. He and Han Chen and Han Chen's wife Mary should have known each other for a long time."

"Our people also found that he and Han Chen's wife have gone to hotels multiple times, though they never stay overnight; it's unclear whether they have an affair."

Ni Yongxiao rubbed his forehead, looking weary, and said: "Third Uncle, first have someone watch Huang Zhi Cheng. As for Han Chen's side, I need to think it over carefully."

Whether it's the letter Chen Mo gave him or Liu Jianming's confession, both show that Han Chen did not participate in the killing of Ni Kun.

But this was done by his wife; Han Chen cannot be kept.

The chaos caused by Gan Di, Guohua, and Hei Gui, Ni Yongxiao hasn't figured out how to resolve it, and now Han Chen is added.

Ni Yongxiao sat in the study for over an hour, smoked most of a pack of cigarettes, and finally made up his mind.