Chapter 2798

Yue Guojiang frowned, displeased: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Hong turned and grabbed Liu Wenku's shoulder, pulling him close: "Someone hired him to assassinate Zhou Andong."

Yue Guojiang's eye twitched, his gaze sharpening as it fell on Liu Wenku: "Someone hired you to assassinate Zhou Andong?"

"Leader... Leader!" Liu Wenku swallowed, his throat moving. Facing Zhao Hong he was afraid, but facing Yue Guojiang he was truly terrified—an indescribable oppression he had never felt before, too frightening: "Three... three days ago, my... my cousin gave me ten thousand yuan, telling me to kill Zhou Andong."

Yue Guojiang asked grimly: "What's your cousin's name, and does he have a grudge against Zhou Andong?"

"No!" Liu Wenku shook his head violently: "He's just a hoodlum—how could he have a grudge against Zhou Andong? But he hangs out with Wang Hu, so I think the one who wants Zhou Andong dead should be Wang Hu..."

Besides selling the minivan and having already seen Zhou Andong, Liu Wenku told everything, without adding a single detail.

Yue Guojiang frowned tightly, feeling something was off. Whether it was Liu Wenku's cousin or Wang Hu, in his eyes they were just petty thugs, impossible to feud with Zhou Andong. Because the two sides lived in different worlds—one day one place, the other another—there could be no intersection, let alone a grudge.

Yue Guojiang asked in a deep voice: "Why did you wait three days to come report?"

"I was afraid!" Liu Wenku had his excuse ready: "They had me kill Zhou Andong—how could I not be afraid? These three days I didn't dare go home, hiding in a small inn in Yanjiao."

"Every day I ate poorly and slept badly; the moment I closed my eyes I dreamed the whole world was misty, people ahead, behind, left, right—men, women, old, young—all walking forward in line, yet no one spoke. And in the distance was a bridge, with an old woman boiling soup at its head, everyone needing to drink a bowl of soup to cross..."

Liu Wenku wasn't talking nonsense—he truly dreamed of crossing the Naihe Bridge, and even now the dream scene was crystal clear: "I don't know what to do; if I don't kill Zhou Andong, my cousin's backer Wang Hu won't let me off.

If I really do kill Zhou Andong, the consequences need no thought—surely I'd die a worse death. So I thought it over and decided to come report to the Public Security Bureau. Because only this way can I have a way to live."

"Zhao Hong, hand over the task of capturing Li Honghai to Wu Jun; you take people to capture Yang Aimin." Yue Guojiang said without hesitation: "Remember, before we have evidence of Wang Hu's involvement, don't startle the snake."

"Yes!" Zhao Hong stood at attention, then said to Liu Wenku: "What do we do with this kid?"

Yue Guojiang snorted: "First send him to the detention room; after we catch Yang Aimin, if he hasn't lied, we'll release him."

"Let's go!" Zhao Hong patted Liu Wenku's shoulder, his action and tone much politer than before: "Hope you kid didn't lie."

Liu Wenku shrank his neck in fright, hastily swearing: "I swear, if I utter a single false word, let me never find a wife in this life; even if I find one, I'll be impotent, unable to father a son."

"Hey!" Zhao Hong couldn't help laughing: "You can swear such a vicious oath—looks like you didn't lie."

Zhao Hong sent Liu Wenku to the detention room, told the officer in charge a sentence, then said to Liu Wenku: "Stay here honestly; after we catch Yang Aimin and verify it's true, we'll release you."

"You can rest assured, I'll definitely be honest." Liu Wenku bowed and scraped in response—that expression, if it were before liberation, would be that of a thorough traitor.

Zhao Hong snorted, turned, and left.

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Majuqiao Bridge, Tianma Lake Song and Dance Hall!

Wang Hu had a package tucked under his arm, swaying as he walked toward the dance hall. This guy wore a thick gold chain around his neck, a glittering gold watch on his wrist, and five large gold rings on his fingers.

This set of gear he bought yesterday, and he's also been thinking about changing cars. His Santana was originally secondhand, and an accident car to boot; now he has money, so he sold that accident Santana and will buy a slightly better used car.

This guy swaggered into the song and dance hall; the waiters and waitresses were cleaning, and upon seeing Wang Hu enter, they all hurried to greet him, shouting "Hu Ge!" back and forth.

Wang Hu slightly nodded, found a booth, sat down, casually threw his bag on the table, then leaned against the booth and lit a cigarette: "Has Laoqi come or not?"

A waiter hurriedly replied: "Qige hasn't come yet."

Wang Hu waved his hand, shooing the person away, then closed his eyes and took a drag of his cigarette. This has been three damn days, and still not a flicker of movement—it's made his heart a little uneasy.

Time trickled by, unknown how long had passed, when the door slammed shut with a bang, and chaotic footsteps came.

Wang Hu opened his eyes, turned his head to look—it was Laoqi and a few others coming, so he raised his hand and waved: "Come over!"

Laoqi was still flipping his butterfly knife back and forth in his hand; seeing Wang Hu wave, he quickened his pace: "Hu Ge, what's up?"

Wang Hu asked expressionlessly: "It's been three days—why is there still no movement?"

Laoqi looked at Erziguizi: "Erziguizi, won't there be a problem at your cousin-in-law's place?"

"Should... shouldn't be a problem." Seeing Wang Hu's expressionless face, Erziguizi's heart thumped: "He's got a gun in his hand—just find the chance, and it's one shot."

Laoqi nodded in agreement: "Even if Zhou Andong has bodyguards, there's always a leak in the tightest defense. As long as we find the chance, we can definitely take down Zhou Andong. So this matter can't be rushed—we gotta wait slow."

Wang Hu raised his hand and rubbed his scalp; the short stubble was a bit prickly, tingling: "I don't know why, but since I woke up just now, my heart's been a little uneasy."

"Hey!" Laoqi laughed: "Probably because you drank too much last night, so you woke up feeling your heart isn't up to snuff."

"Maybe!" Wang Hu said softly, but after a few seconds he looked again at Erziguizi: "Erziguizi, go check the situation at your cousin-in-law's place."

Erziguizi was reluctant—it's already past one, he still hasn't eaten, and if he leaves now he'll likely starve till night. Because he took forty thousand yuan, these two days he's damn well lost it all, not a penny left.

But Hu Ge said that, so he my lord't not go—he could only reluctantly agree: "I don't have a car!"

Wang Hu took out a string of keys from his bag: "Take my car—it's at home, go get it yourself."

Erziguizi took the car keys and walked out, when at the same time a minivan drove into the Majuqiao Police Station.