Chapter 379: He Yuzhu is Arrested

After hearing this, Liu Rusi immediately felt a chill down her spine. Although she knew He Yuzhu was formidable, she could not watch him jump into a fire pit. "Lao Qian, He Yuzhu has gone to the black market to find medicine; hurry and gather our men." As soon as the words left her mouth, she shook her head violently, "Oh no, that kid must have disguised himself; even if you see him, you might not recognize him!"

Lao Qian was also anxious and said, "Our men have all seen him. His face can change, but his height cannot. I will immediately send men to those black markets to find him!"

Liu Rusi nodded and said to Pingping, "We will also disguise ourselves and go out to look."

Pingping said helplessly, "Miss, please don't add to the chaos. That kid is craftier than a monkey; if you go, you will only be a burden."

Liu Rusi paused, subconsciously touched her stomach, and smiled bitterly, "... That is true."

He Yuzhu followed Boss Huang and Xilao Rong for about half an hour before arriving at a shop named "Jimin Yaohang."

This was an independent three-story arcade building with a wide frontage of over fifty meters; its grandeur was far beyond what Boss Huang's small shop could compare to.

The glass display window facing the street was covered in red characters, marking various service items: wholesale Chinese medicinal herbs, Western medicine, medical consultations, cupping... all sorts of things.

The advertisement posted on the second-floor window explicitly read "Teaching Wing Chun and Taikuan."

The three stepped into the shop. On the left was a row of dark wooden counters, behind which were towering medicine cabinets, filled with the mixed scent of medicinal herbs. On the right was a spacious reception hall filled with rows of simple wooden tables and chairs; it was almost full, and the sound of voices was chaotic.

Boss Huang signaled for He Yuzhu and Xilao Rong to find a place to sit, while he pulled a clerk aside to whisper a few words, then followed the clerk hurriedly upstairs.

He Yuzhu did not sit down.

He paced to the corner of the wall, took out a cigarette and lit it, and under the cover of the rising smoke, he calmly scanned everyone in the hall.

Most people were truly waiting to see a doctor or pick up medicine, their expressions anxious or exhausted.

But a few people seemed out of place; their eyes shifted, glancing from time to time at everyone who entered.

One man with a scar on his face even scrutinized him without any attempt at concealment; his demeanor was clearly that of a lookout for the underworld.

He Yuzhu thought to himself: Are these people guarding the place, or are they eyes specifically planted by someone?

Not long after, Boss Huang poked his head out from the stairs and waved at He Yuzhu, "Boss, come on up!"

As He Yuzhu stepped up the stairs, the corner of his eye caught the Daobalian suddenly standing up and walking quickly out of the shop.

His heart tightened: Could these people be targeting him? But he had not noticed anyone sending him a clear signal.

The second floor was quite spacious. Upon entering, there was a large hall with a layout similar to a martial arts training ground. The floor was covered with old wooden planks, and in the center, there was even a square boxing ring.

On the right were several closed offices. He Yuzhu was led into one of them, where he saw a man in his thirties with a sturdy build sitting behind a desk. Seeing him enter, the man did not stand up, but merely raised his eyelids, his tone carrying a hint of impatience: "You want to buy Penicillin?"

He Yuzhu feigned a humble appearance and bowed slightly, "Yes."

Boss Huang hurried forward to introduce, "This is Qiangge. In this area, the Penicillin business is handled best by Qiangge."

He Yuzhu asked directly, "How much stock does Qiangge have on hand? What is the price?"

Qiangge pulled a cigarette from his pack and tapped it hard against the desktop, as if complaining that the tobacco was not packed tightly enough.

He put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it, took a puff, and then looked at He Yuzhu sideways, saying nonchalantly, "The price? Did Lao Huang not tell you? Seven hundred fifty per vial, not a cent less. As for the quantity... I have as much as you want."

"Then let's start with fifty cases." He Yuzhu looked at his posturing and found it ridiculous; a black market drug dealer really thought he was something special.

"Fuck your mother! Are you playing with me?" Qiangge's face darkened, and he suddenly threw the cigarette he had just lit hard at He Yuzhu's face!

He Yuzhu did not expect this bastard to change his face so quickly. He tilted his head slightly, and the cigarette butt flew past his ear, hitting the wall with a "pop" and splashing a few sparks.

He still wore that trace of a smile on his face: "Qiangge, is this your way of treating guests?"

"Fuck your mother!" Qiangge was furious, stood up abruptly, and swung his palm to slap He Yuzhu's face!

He Yuzhu did not retreat but advanced instead. His right hand swung out seemingly casually, but it arrived first, and the back of his hand landed solidly on Qiangge's face!

Qiangge did not even see the movement; he only felt a massive force strike him. His head gave a "buzz," and his entire body slammed heavily into the wall behind him with a "bang," shaking the ornaments on the wall until they fell.

By the time he struggled to get up, dizzy and disoriented, He Yuzhu had already stepped forward, and a hand like iron pincers had firmly gripped his throat.

Boss Huang, standing to the side, was scared out of his wits. He opened his mouth to shout, but before the sound could come out, He Yuzhu kicked him in the neck with lightning speed. He let out a muffled groan and collapsed softly, becoming motionless.

"Speak, that Daobalian downstairs, who did you tell him to report to?" He Yuzhu's hand tightened slightly, his voice cold, "If you don't speak, I will snap your neck right now."

This "Qiangge," who was usually majestic in his Wing Chun classes, now had a face turned purple, breathing with difficulty, his hands clawing uselessly at the hand on his neck.

He never imagined that he would be slapped away by the other party without even being able to execute a single move.

"It... it is Inspector Sun. He ordered us people doing underground business that if we run into big clients buying Penicillin... we must report to him... I, I had no choice..."

"Does Boss Huang know too?" He Yuzhu pressed.

"Just... just now I told him... he also wanted a share of the reward..."

He Yuzhu said no more, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Only two soft "crack" sounds were heard, and Qiangge and the unconscious Boss Huang were completely silent.

With a thought, he directly collected the two corpses into his space.

He Yuzhu walked down the stairs with a calm expression and waved at Xilao Rong, who was sitting downstairs feeling uneasy, "Come up and collect the money!"

Xilao Rong did not suspect anything and ran up quickly, only to find the second floor empty. He asked suspiciously, "Where is Lao Huang?"

"He and Qiangge have both gone down!" After He Yuzhu finished speaking, he took advantage of his lack of preparation and chopped the back of his neck with one hand.

Xilao Rong's vision went black, and he fainted to the ground. He Yuzhu collected him into the space as well.

After all, he was someone introduced by Jin Hai; he did not want to kill this person yet, so he would leave him for Jin Hai to deal with.

He Yuzhu straightened his suit and walked out of "Jimin Yaohang" with a steady gait.

Just after turning the street corner, he saw more than a dozen men in plain clothes running from the opposite side, their expressions alert, their eyes scanning everywhere.

His expression did not change as he walked toward them.

The Daobalian in the crowd recognized He Yuzhu at a glance, pointed at him, and shouted, "Inspector, the person who wanted to buy Penicillin earlier is him!"

He Yuzhu immediately feigned a helpless look, spread his hands, and said, "Officer, I just wanted to buy a few vials of Penicillin for my own use; is that against the law?"

The leading Inspector Sun stopped, looked him up and down expressionlessly, and said, "Don't play the victim with me. Someone of your status needs to go to the black market to buy medicine? I think you are a spy."

He Yuzhu deliberately dragged his feet, walking with a stagger, and lowered his voice, appearing servile, "Officer, with my health, I don't have the capital to be a spy! I have pneumonia; if I don't use this medicine, I'll die!"

Inspector Sun sneered, his gaze fixed sharply on him, "I think you're faking it, aren't you?"

After speaking, he suddenly reached out and grabbed at He Yuzhu's hair.