Chapter 162: Framing

A crisp sound.

Chen Yongren gave Hirata Jiro no chance to think, neatly and efficiently crushing his throat.

Hirata Jiro's body went limp, and he collapsed onto the ground.

Then, Chen Yongren quickly entered the room, closed the door, glanced around the interior, and finally set his gaze on the suitcase on the sofa.

Found you!

Chen Yongren walked over to the sofa, casually opened the suitcase, and seeing the neatly stacked yen inside, he smiled satisfactorily.

A box full of money, at least 200,000 yen.

It was completely worth the trip.

Chen Yongren casually stored the money in the system's warehouse.

The damn system quickly calculated the amount: this harvest yielded 250,000 yen.

The yen are in hand.

Chen Yongren also didn't want to linger, was cleaning up traces of his presence, and was about to open the door to leave.

Then he heard a stream of thoughts.

"I knelt for a day and night, yet my foster father is still willing to help me."

"I don't know if, upon visiting again, Hirata-kun will agree to our deal."

"As long as the great lord agrees here, I still have a chance to make money."

……

Huh?

This voice sounds a bit familiar.

Yu Kun Tai?

Chen Yongren's eyes lit up.

I originally intended to create a headless case.

I never expected that damned traitor would personally come to deliver his head.

Since there's an unlucky fool who walked straight into the gun's mouth, I won't hold back.

Chen Yongren saw a plate of fruit on the table, with a fruit knife placed on it, and an idea instantly formed in his mind.

With the skill to stage a scene, framing someone is naturally no problem.

Chen Yongren placed Hirata Jiro's body on the single sofa.

He then picked up the fruit knife and stabbed his body repeatedly, the final thrust piercing the heart.

Next, Chen Yongren wiped the fingerprints off the fruit knife, placed it at the doorway so that Yu Kun Tai would step on it upon entering, and finally turned off the light.

Just after finishing all that.

Chen Yongren then heard a knocking at the door.

"Hirata-kun, it's me."

Yu Kun Tai's voice came from outside the door.

Recalling Hirata Jiro's voice, Chen Yongren impatiently said, "Damn it, how would I know who you are!"

"I am Yu Kun Tai, my lord!"

Chen Yongren's imitation was spot-on, and Yu Kun Tai didn't notice anything wrong at all.

"You bastard, what do you want from me again?" Chen Yongren snapped, "Do you want me to watch your fireworks show again?"

"Get lost; I don't want to see you again."

"My lord, I've investigated; that day was purely an accident, an accident!" Yu Kun Tai explained nervously.

"I have prepared another batch of supplies, more than last time."

"The price is favorable, definitely cheaper than the black market; consider it us making up for it."

"My lord, A Ren't you interested in discussing it?"

More supplies?

Today really is a good day.

Seeing no response from inside, Yu Kun Tai again said, "My lord, are you still there, my lord?"

"Where are the supplies?" Chen Yongren asked.

The meat is already at his lips; not taking a bite would be inexcusable.

"It's on the largest ship at Peace Harbor!" Yu Kun Tai said, "My lord, rest assured, this time all supplies are placed on water, and there will be absolutely no problems!"

Chen Yongren deliberately pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "The door isn't locked; come in yourself."

Upon hearing that, Yu Kun Tai's heart leapt with joy; he immediately pushed open the door and hurried inside.

But he felt something under his foot, like a knife.

Yu Kun Tai didn't think much; he stepped on the blade with one foot, bent down to pick up the fruit knife, and quickly walked to the sofa's edge.

He didn't notice at all that, besides them, there was a third person present in the room.

"What about the price?" Chen Yongren asked, "You've delayed my business; do you really think a few sentences can dismiss me?"

"No, no." Yu Kun Tai hastily shook his head, "All the goods are 20% cheaper than the black market, my lord; does that satisfy you?"

"My foster father said to lower it by thirty percent; if I say only twenty percent, wouldn't that money be mine?"

"If I can save ten percent, my foster father will surely praise me for knowing."

"By then, who would dare say I don't know how to do business?"

Damn it, dare to steal my money!

"Twenty percent?" Chen Yongren said coldly, "Is this really your sincerity?"

"Yu Kuntai, get out!"

"Don't waste my time!"

Upon hearing that, Yu Kuntai trembled, hurriedly said: "Thirty percent, thirty percent, my lord, it's already very cheap; it can't go lower."

"Thirty percent, hey." Chen Yongren said while leaning against the wall and walking toward the door: "Yu Sang, I already feel your sincerity."

"We can continue negotiating."

"My lord, the contract is ready; as long as you're satisfied, we'll sign immediately!" Upon hearing this, Yu Kuntai couldn't help feeling a bit smug.

"It's settled that easily?"

"When we get back, we can't say it's that simple; we must loudly tout our achievements."

"Sign?" Chen Yongren walked to the door: "Of course no problem?"

"Help me turn on the light; wait while I change clothes."

"Then I'll go with you to inspect the goods; as long as the supplies are fine, I'll sign and pay immediately!"

"Good!" Yu Kuntai excitedly said: "My lord, I'm not boasting."

"In all of Songhu, you won't find a better price than ours."

"As long as you're willing to sign, even if we help you transport the goods, there's no problem."

"Seeing the deal settled, Yu Kuntai didn't even bother to close the door while speaking."

"Great, I've never taken a Qinggang ship before; I think this will be an interesting experience." While speaking, Chen Yongren gently turned the door knob and hid himself in the toilet.

"I guarantee you'll never forget doing it once." Yu Kuntai hehe laughed, finally found the switch and turned on the chandelier.

"My lord, you can change clothes now." Yu Kuntai walked over to Ping Tianjiro, bowed and said: "After the transaction ends…"

"He hadn't finished speaking when Yu Kuntai's eyes widened suddenly."

"Ping Tianjiro sat with his head held high on the sofa, his body covered in knife wounds."

"Huh?"

"Ah!"

"Yu Kuntai froze, letting out a shrill scream; his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, trembling as he pointed at the corpse, his face turning deathly pale."

"Ghost!"

"If Ping Tianjiro is dead, who was just speaking?"

"Looking at the knife wounds on Ping Tianjiro's corpse, then at the fruit knife in his own hand, Yu Kuntai was even more frightened; the knife slipped and fell to the floor."

"No."

"I have to run away quickly!"

"Yu Kuntai struggled to get up, but it was already too late."

"Hearing the commotion, the lodgers all came running."

"All they saw was Yu Kuntai dropping the fruit knife, about to flee."

"Someone's been killed, someone's been killed!"

"Quick, quickly have the police catch the person."

"Don't let this guy get away."

"More and more people gathered at the doorway, the scene grew increasingly chaotic; Chen Yongren took the chance to blend into the crowd and, incidentally, added fuel to Yu Kuntai's fire."

"As the onlooking crowd grew larger, Yu Kuntai's expression became ever more terrified; he kept swallowing his saliva."

"Upon hearing that, Yu Kuntai knelt on the ground, facing the crowd at the door, explaining: 'I didn't kill anyone; I was like this when I just arrived.'"