Chapter 152: Assassination Plan

Ping Tian Cilang stared dumbfounded.

Yu Kuntai had an incredulous look, stared for a while, still thinking he had misseen, and rubbed his eyes again.

Result.

The scene before his eyes hadn't changed at all.

Watching the fire before him grow fiercer, Yu Kuntai felt his scalp tingle and shouted at the few people nearby: "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and put out the fire, put out the fire!"

Talking about firefighting is easy, but the warehouse fire grew larger and larger, and the gangsters dared not rush forward at all.

Yu Kuntai was extremely anxious, he slapped a nearby underling hard and shouted: "Call, quickly call the fire department, have them send people right away to put out the fire."

"Quick!"

One of the henchmen nearby immediately ran to the gatehouse and made a phone call.

Yu Kuntai grabbed a warehouse guard by the collar and shouted angrily: "Damn it, what's going on? Why did the warehouse catch fire!"

"Boss Yu, we don't know, we really don't know, the warehouse suddenly caught fire." The little henchman shook with fear.

When the warehouse had a problem, the first to suffer misfortune were the guards.

"You good-for-nothings!" Yu Kuntai slapped him hard and shouted angrily: "You can't even guard a warehouse properly—what's the use of keeping you!"

The little henchman covered his face, not daring to speak.

But Yu Kuntai vented all his anger on this unfortunate fellow.

First he kicked him to the ground, then immediately punched and kicked him.

Because the matter involved the Green Gang and the Japanese, the firefighters arrived quickly, but facing the fierce flames, they were also helpless.

The fire department could handle small fires.

Now these three warehouses have been completely engulfed by fire; even if they wanted to extinguish it, they were willing but unable.

Yu Kuntai felt his scalp tingle, his legs went weak, he collapsed on the ground, watching helplessly as the fire burned everything in the warehouse to ashes, his heart aching as if bleeding.

Ping Tian Cilang, who had kept a grim face throughout, finally spoke: "Yu Kuntai, what about my supplies? You had me come here—was it just so I could watch how you turned the supplies into ashes?"

"The brave locust army is awaiting these supplies for battle; you're delaying the war effort!"

Of course.

What made Ping Tian Cilang even angrier was that he could no longer profit from this deal.

He had thought he could make a big profit, but in the end it was all for nothing.

Who would be happy to have this happen to them?

Hearing this, Yu Kuntai's face changed dramatically: "Sir, hear me out—this is just an accident."

"An accident?" Ping Tian Cilang snorted coldly and said: "Yu Kuntai, our cooperation is over!" He shouted angrily: "Tomorrow—no, right now—return my deposit."

"Sir..." Yu Kuntai wanted to cry but had no tears.

He had only managed, through smooth talk, to obtain this lucrative position from his godfather's few adopted sons.

His goal was to prove his ability, so he could later take over his godfather's position as the fourth-in-command in the Green Gang.

But once this happened,

There's no talk of taking over his godfather's hall; just not getting scolded when he goes back would be good enough.

Even if the Japanese lent him three times the courage, Yu Kuntai still wouldn't dare to be greedy for their money.

After much persuasion, Ping Tian Cilang finally agreed to return the deposit tomorrow and left in anger.

Yu Kuntai no longer had the mood to comfort Ping Tian Cilang; seeing the warehouse fire diminish, he immediately urged the fire department to extinguish it.

Yu Kuntai was also sharp; right away he suspected that his few godbrothers had deliberately set the fire to thwart his business deal.

But the firefighters investigated the scene and found no suspicious traces.

This result left Yu Kuntai dumbfounded on the spot.

"Boss Yu, what should we do next?" a little henchman asked.

"How the hell would I know?" Yu Kuntai snapped: "No matter what, this deal is mine—no one can take it away!"

"Who else in Songhu could pull off this deal!"

"He'll surely come looking for us in the end!"

"How are we going to explain things to the old hall master?" the little henchman asked again.

Yu Kuntai fell silent for a moment, then said irritably: "At worst I'll go kneel outside his door for a night and take a few lashes."

Immediately, he silently added in his heart:

"The old hall master treasures me most; as long as I call him 'dad' a few times and act pitiful, he'll surely wipe my butt for me!"

Yu Kuntai indeed had the confidence to say that.

After all.

Yu Kuntai bears some resemblance to his godfather's deceased beloved son.

Precisely because of this, although Yu Kuntai is the youngest, he is the most beloved.

……

As for Yu Kuntai's fate, Ping Tian Cilang couldn't care less; he only wants to quickly buy another batch of supplies and send them to the front.

But in a short time, wanting to purchase a large amount of supplies—how could that be easy?

Thinking of this, Ping Tian Cilang felt a headache coming on.

Take it step by step.

These few days, go to the Huamao Restaurant a few times, try to find some capable sellers.

After the robbery was completed, Chen Yongren quickly returned home.

This robbery.

Chen Yongren also seized a large quantity of military supplies such as cotton, rice, and kerosene.

After using a false identity to swindle Fujita Jiro out of a sum, then sell this batch of supplies to someone with affinity.

The Green Gang warehouse caught fire; although it was a minor matter, the news quickly spread to the ears of all factions in Songhu.

At Chen Dian's home.

"Hiss… fire?" Chen Dian was somewhat surprised.

He naturally also knew that the Green Gang scum remaining in Songhu was gathering military supplies for the Japanese.

Chen Dian was also thinking of ways to sabotage their deal, but he hadn't found where the Green Gang had hidden the supplies.

Just as he was about to give up, he received this news.

Looking at the information before him, Chen Dian suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu.

This…

Could it be that he did it again?

Chen Dian thought of a person.

Xiao Tu.

This guy dares to seize supplies traded between the Ugly Country and Japan, and even sends people to set fire to the Green Gang's supplies—it seems not a problem at all.

……

Zheng Ji Medicine Shop.

"Good, good!"

Shop owner Zheng Qian, upon hearing the news that the Green Gang had been burned, excitedly slapped his thigh: "Heaven really has eyes!"

A person beside him nodded and said: "Once this fire burns, the little devils' 3rd Division's supplies won't be able to reach the front lines in the short term."

The speaker was named Cheng Qingyuan, an employee of the medicine shop and also a member of the Red Party, responsible for assisting Zheng Qian's work.

Besides that, the medicine shop had two more Red Party members.

Zheng Qian nodded slightly.

"You mean Chen Yongren?" Zheng Qian asked.

Cheng Qingyuan nodded: "Han traitors and devils eating together—such an opportunity is hard to come by for us."

"If we can take them all out, we will definitely deal a heavy blow to the enemy's arrogant spirit."

He paused, then Cheng Qingyuan continued.

"Lao Zheng, opportunities must not be missed; once lost, they never come again."

"Even if we can't kill them all, killing just Chen Yongren—or even a little devil—would make this trip worthwhile."

Even if we can't kill them all, killing just one Chen Yongren, or even a little devil, would make this trip worthwhile.