Chapter 3020: Willful Taming 37

Half an hour passed quickly.

In front of Xie Chang and Peng Wenqiang, the thick stack of documents had all been signed and stamped with fingerprints.

The two seemed to have had all their energy drained, slumped in their chairs, eyes vacant, faces ashen, becoming truly penniless. Not only poor, they were beaten until their noses and faces were swollen and bruised.

The biggest trouble here was settled. Jin Chen was in a good mood, even starting to calculate that once he returned, he would develop the newly acquired hills into an exclusive training base for Chenshu, so he wouldn't have to run around everywhere with boundless energy.

The conference room door was knocked.

Chen Gai led the way in, followed by several of Jin Chen's subordinates pushing and shoving seven or eight foreigners whose hands were tied and mouths gagged, dressed neatly but with terrified faces, into the room.

Obviously, these were the overseas black-market partners that Xie Chang and Peng Wenqiang last relied on.

They were roughly thrown into the center of the conference room, accompanying the slumped Xie Chang and Peng Wenqiang.

"Boss Jin, all taken care of." Chen Gai reported, pointing at the foreigners on the ground, "These are the overseas partners Xie Chang and Peng Wenqiang are in touch with; most are involved in smuggling, money laundering, and contraband business."

Jin Chen grunted, indifferently glancing at the foreigners on the ground.

"Robbers! You're all damned robbers!!" A middle-aged man who spoke Now we need to output English with some stiffness shouted angrily, struggling to lift his head and roared at Jin Chen.

Hearing that, Jin Chen twitched the corner of his mouth, the hostility in his eyes not yet faded: "Overpraise."

"However, compared to the methods you all used back then to join forces and divide Ninth Uncle's estate, today's little scuffles really don't amount to much. With principal and interest, you won't even get half back."

That bunch froze for a moment, then shouted even more angrily.

Yan Rui chuckled hehe a few times, in high spirits, about to add a few more sarcastic remarks when he suddenly thought of something, glanced around, and asked: "Hey, Boss Jin, where's the young sister-in-law? Didn't he come to find you?"

Jin Chen watched his subordinates tally the documents; hearing that, his expression tightened, his brows furrowed: "Chenshu came to find me? When?"

Chen Gai's heart jumped; he quickly took up the conversation: "The young sister-in-law just saw us tied up; he must be worried about you, said he'd come to find you…"

The more he spoke, the softer his voice grew, the less confident he felt. It's been almost half an hour; from the third deck to the sixth floor, even crawling he should have arrived by now. The young sister-in-law is no directionally challenged, his legs are agile—there's no way he could get lost.

——

This room isn't on any blueprint of the main deck; it's a hidden chamber added during later remodeling, tucked into a mezzanine of the crew area, its door blending into the walls, the only light coming from a faulty overhead incandescent bulb.

Chenshu was bound to a metal chair, wrists and ankles secured with zip ties, an uncomfortable posture. His consciousness was still fairly clear, but his body felt as heavy as if filled with lead, each movement draining all his strength.

Everything on him that could be considered a weapon was carefully searched out by Chu Yu and his subordinates and thrown into a corner nearby.

That black leather collar and matching wristband were also deemed trackers by Chu Yu, forcibly removed and tossed aside.

Chu Yu stationed two men who looked competent outside the narrow door, and sat opposite Chenshu, leisurely observing him.

"How's the consideration going?" Chu Yu pushed his glasses; the gaze behind the lenses remained gentle, yet with a barely perceptible anxiety.

The longer the time dragged on, the more disadvantageous it became for him.

"Zhou Cheng has betrayed us; Jin Chen is alone on the sixth floor, facing Xie Chang and Peng Wenqiang plus those overseas friends they summoned, attacked from front and rear—he probably… won't have an easy time." Chu Yu said slowly, applying psychological pressure.

"As long as you agree to my terms and hand over what you hold, I won't hold it against you for occupying the magpie's nest for so long."

He stared at Chenshu's pale yet stubborn face, coaxing gently: "What do you think?"

What Chu Yu wants has already been made clear just now.

He wants the last bit of heritage in Southeast Asia that Chenshu controls—the network of contacts and several extremely hidden industries that his grandmother secretly supported back then. That is the last of Chenshu's family fortune and capital for revenge.

Chenshu burned with anger, his chest aching as if a fire were churning inside.

He didn't believe Chu Yu's nonsense at all; Chu Yu's goal was those resources, and once obtained, whether he would silence him was uncertain.

The time just now was enough for him to calm down and think; Chu Yu seemed to have the situation under control, but clearly didn't know Jin Chen's full plan.

He believed in a strong, calm lover who seemed omnipotent—Jin Chen would never put himself in a position with no retreat; each of his steps stepped on others' weak points, never missing.

This trust, at this moment, became his greatest confidence to endure and confront Chu Yu. So he merely bided his time with Chu Yu.

Yet the duration of the standoff clearly exceeded Chu Yu's expectations; the gentleness on his face began to slip.

"You don't need to pretend you don't care," Chu Yu's voice turned cold as he stood, walked over to Chenshu, picked up the stun gun on the side table, flipped the switch, and the tip immediately crackled with blue electric sparks.

"Do you still hope Jin Chen will come to rescue you?"

Chu Yu bent down and shoved the buzzing stun gun hard into Chenshu's helplessly curled abdomen.

"Ugh ah!!!"

Intense pain accompanied by uncontrollable muscle spasms caused Chenshu to arch his back violently, his lips bitten white, yet he made no sound.

Dazed, his lips moved, murmuring Jin Chen's name. Light as a thread that could snap at any moment, intermittent yet stubbornly repeated over and over, as if that were his sole support at this moment.

Chu Yu withdrew the stun gun, frowning, seemingly dissatisfied with the effect.

That heavy iron door suddenly burst inward, warped from a fierce kick from outside!

The few men Chu Yu had stationed at the door hadn't even reacted before the incoming shadows instantly subdued them, cleanly dislocating their joints and gagging them.

Chu Yu turned his head in shock, instinctively stepping back half a pace; upon seeing the figure striding into the room, a chill rose from his spine and instantly spread through his limbs.

Only the silhouette at the doorway, backlit by the corridor light, appeared like a killing god, still radiating terrifying hostility and murderous intent as he strode in.

Jin Chen's face was grim in a way never seen before; his gaze instantly locked onto Chenshu, curled on the floor, pallid and trembling.

Chu Yu almost reflexively reached out, grabbed the limp Chenshu from the ground, and pressed the gun muzzle hard against his temple.

His fingers trembled slightly: "Don't come over!"

Jin Chen's footsteps halted; he watched Chu Yu point the gun at Chenshu's head, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Chu Yu looked at Jin Chen in disbelief: "You actually… wait, how did you find this place?!"

He had clearly already searched out and thrown away the few collars and wristbands on Chenshu that had tracking functions!

Chenshu weakly tugged at the corner of his mouth, held hostage by him, his body practically dangling from Chu Yu's arm, yet he felt no fear at all.

He even had the presence of mind to turn his head slightly, lean toward Chu Yu's ear, his tone tinged with mockery: "The tracker… is… on… the clothes…"

He caught his breath: "Every piece of clothing… has…"

Chu Yu: "……" You two are perverts, right?!

He felt as if he had swallowed a live fly, unable to either keep it down or spit it out.