Chapter 239: Saving the Ruthless Mafia Boss 27

——「Countdown 10 hours. 」

After a day of investigation, E De Jia finally locked onto ten people, yet still came up empty-handed; each person had evidence proving they were not Xun Chen.

Upon seeing the update again, he even thought of simply leaving then and waiting for the next time to come.

But thinking of the flawless arrangements already made on the cruise ship, he was unwilling to give up.

E De Jia is a born gambler; even with only a one percent chance, he would think of turning the tide against the wind.

Moreover, today he was about to secure a favorable tailwind.

——「Countdown 3 hours. 」

The banquet began.

Compared to the cheerful atmosphere of the first day, because of Xun Chen's urgent and oppressive countdown notice, the atmosphere this time became somewhat heavy.

The symphony in the side hall continued to play; amidst the clinking of glasses, coming and going guests were discussing whether E De Jia would be killed.

They actually hoped for it.

Just as E De Jia invited them over but gave them no chance to refuse, they hoped E De Jia would die on the cruise ship, thereby ending the voyage early.

But on the surface, nobody would say it out loud.

But what nobody expected was that, when the banquet officially began, Xun Chen actually deleted all the homepage dynamics he had previously posted.

Upon hearing the news, E De Jia's hand holding the wine glass became steadier.

Xun Chen was afraid.

Everyone thought so, including Du Ruosong.

"Don't worry about that for now," E De Jia touched the bulletproof vest he was wearing, relaxed, and said, "Keep a close eye on the deal between Ba Ke and Meng Fuchi."

He gestured to a few henchmen hiding in the dark.

At the same time, he walked over to stand beside them.

"According to my subordinates, Mr. Meng this time has a deal with Ba Ke on our cruise ship."

E De Jia raised his glass toward the two of them.

"Not exactly; if Mr. E De Jia hadn't forced us, we would all have to attend the banquet, and the deal wouldn't be held here."

Meng Fuchi forced a smile, his words unsparing.

Du Ruosong glanced at E De Jia without changing his expression, received his affirming nod, could hardly contain his joy, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up.

Chu Cang saw his appearance and secretly rolled his eyes.

"Hey Old Du, where have you been these two days? What have you been up to?"

He clinked glasses with Du Ruosong, put his arm around his neck, and asked.

"It's not like we rarely come to a cruise ship banquet to relax everywhere; you're also hanging out at the casino, aren't you?"

Du Ruosong stiffened slightly and forced a laugh.

"Don't put on a sour face, I was just asking casually." Chu Cang, acting like close brothers, tilted his head and took a sip of wine.

"Come on, come on, cheers!"

Du Ruosong closed his eyes, exhaled, and also drank the wine.

He didn't notice Chu Cang's glance in the slightest.

"Mr. Meng, shall we go check the goods?"

Ba Ke received the signal, knew Du Ruosong had already drunk his wine, and hurriedly switched the topic back.

"Thank you." Meng Fuchi nodded, then looked toward E De Jia and said, "Since this cruise ship banquet is hosted by Mr. E De Jia, why not also serve as a witness and come with us to take a look?"

"Great, I think the same."

E De Jia laughed heartily.

"Just, for this arms deal, Mr. Meng, do you still have to bring your lover?"

He glanced at the perpetually silent Jin Chen and said, "Why don't you stay behind? My old friend Xide will take care of you."

E De Jia pointed to Xide not far away; that person turned around, considered himself elegant, and waved at Jin Chen.

That was the tall guy who had hit on him that day.

Jin Chen raised his eyebrows, stepped back half a step behind Meng Fuchi, lowered his head and refused, "No... I'm following Brother Chi."

Actually, Jin Chen didn't need to follow them; he needed to act in the shadows to kill E De Jia, so Meng Fuchi quickly understood his meaning and withdrew his hand.

"For the arms business, what are you going to do by following them? Stay here and wait for me."

Meng Fuchi was cold and stern, completely lacking his former gentle indulgence.

This scene falling into Du Ruosong's eyes was simply gratifying.

He shoved Jin Chen, "Did you hear? Just wait here, you can't see just anything!"

Jin Chen was shoved, staggered, retreated a few steps before steadying himself, his voice low: "... Alright, I'll wait here."

He was deeply hurt, walking toward Xide while looking back every few steps.

"Fuchi, let's go quickly."

Du Ruosong could hardly wait to see it, and Meng Fuchi knew what his expression would be when the entire cache of arms was replaced with unique items.

"Hmm, let's go."

Meng Fuchi turned without hesitation, the group went down from the main hall and entered the underground cargo warehouse via the elevator.

Xide was full of pride, laughing as he had people escort Jin Chen toward his own floor's room.

The people in the banquet hall saw it, but didn't care, merely somewhat surprised that Meng Fuchi would even use his lover as a tool to regulate relations.

"Beautiful Eastern youth, you won't be able to escape tonight."

Xide dragged Jin Chen back to the room, gesturing for his subordinates to leave.

The room was scented with incense, and various tools were laid out on the large bed, making it quite ambiguous.

Jin Chen was relaxed, expression easy, arms crossed, completely lacking the weakness he had just shown in the banquet hall.

What do you want?

Of course, to have fun with you, playing some tricks.

Looking at his slightly opened collar revealing cold white skin, Xi De rubbed his palms and walked toward him.

"All right." Jin Chen chuckled.

In the next second, their positions switched, the dagger hidden in the suit jacket fell into his hand, Jin Chen grabbed it reverse-handed and slit Xi De's throat.

Uh!

Xi De opened his mouth wide, incredulously lowering his head, wanting to grab his gun, but Jin Chen kicked him, causing him to fall onto the bed.

You'll like these tricks.

Jin Chen smeared the dagger's blood on Xi De's face, posture unrestrained, voice low and hoarse, "Shh, don't think about calling for help, or you'll die."

His other hand raised the index finger, slowly approaching his own lips.

You...

Xi De was terrified, not understanding how a mere lover could be so formidable.

We're short on time, you play slowly by yourself.

Jin Chen picked up a vibrator from the bed, used the dagger to slit Xi De's mouth horizontally and shoved it in, straight into his throat, unable to be removed on his own.

Then he bound him with rope, finally covering him with the blanket.

There are still plenty of tools prepared, he'll worry about his own retreat.

Jin Chen snorted.

He locked the room door from inside, climbed out the floor-to-ceiling window, left, went straight to the warehouse, and sent a message to A Qiang.

By now it was nearly 8 p. m., the sea surface was completely dark, the warehouse still heard the sound of waves crashing, only the wall lamp lit, breaking the gloom.

Ba Ke walked in front, seemingly unaware the cargo hold had been replaced, enthusiastically introducing how powerful their family's firearms were.

Du Ruosong actively cooperated, praising all the way.

These are the firearms for the trade, Mr. Meng can take a look.