Chapter 224: 224. Chapter 222: Taken Away, Independent Reward Bonus 1

224. Chapter 222: Taken Away, Independent Reward Bonus 1

Ten-odd minutes later, Mo Lisi arrived before Lans, bringing a young man with him.

"Tonight, Bolton's son, Luo Bu, was there."

"He drank too much, the bartender wouldn't sell him any more, he wanted to cause trouble, and then he was kicked out."

"He saw Luo Bu go to the phone booth across the street, and then after a while, Officer Lukaer and the others arrived."

Lans glanced at the young man beside Mo Lisi and repeated a part of what Mo Lisi had just said, "Across the street?"

Who the hell would be stupid enough to run across the street to report someone?

The young man hurriedly explained, "It was diagonally across the street, about fifty or sixty meters away from the bar."

Lans looked at him and sized him up again.

During this period, because people's understanding of "nutrition" was insufficient, coupled with the extremely miserable life of the underclass, many people actually had night blindness, especially the poor.

It was difficult for them to obtain enough nutrition from food, and even now that these people's living conditions had improved, they still had more or less some night blindness.

This didn't mean that if you ate a piece of liver today, you could see clearly tomorrow; this required a long process.

This young man didn't look like the type who ate very well, so Lans decided to test him, "I'll have someone take you fifty meters away, and then the three of us will change clothes. If you can state the correct order, then I will believe every word you say."

The young man didn't hesitate in the slightest, looking at Lans with a firm expression, "I'm willing. If I lied, or if I didn't manage to do it, I'm willing to accept any punishment!"

Lans patted his arm, "Go ahead."

The young man ran quite far very quickly, perhaps even more than fifty meters.

They changed clothes, and then the three of them walked out of the room and stood near a street lamp.

They could see, but not very clearly. They weren't wearing hats, and they just looked at the young man fifty meters away like that.

There was another person beside the young man, and the two of them quickly determined the order. When they approached, the person Lans had sent finally revealed a look of shock.

Because that young man told him that one person was not Mo Lisi, and he didn't recognize him either.

Without a doubt, he really could see.

Lans couldn't help but pat his arm again, "Good lad, what's your name?"

"My name is Ka Te, Boss."

"Alright, Ka Te, tell me what you discovered tonight..."

The things he said were roughly the same as what Mo Lisi had said, and he even pointed out that Luo Bu had driven a car, but hadn't driven it away; instead, it had been parked not far away the whole time.

The reason he noticed this was because Luo Bu's car was parked crookedly on the side of the road, not in the way a properly parked car would be.

Aierwen had a bit of a headache, "Bolton has been very active in his work recently, and he identifies quite strongly with his current status and job."

Lans shook his head slightly, "This has nothing to do with him; this is Luo Bu's problem. He hurt all of us, and Bolton knows how to choose."

Aierwen was still a bit worried, "That is his own son, after all."

Lans remained firm in his thinking, "If he's unwilling, then send them away together."

"I can't let Luo Bu off just because he works for us. He hurt all of us."

"Today he could sell out the location of our bar to those law enforcers; tomorrow he might sell out our location to our rival gangs."

"He will kill us all one day."

"As for whether Bolton will hate me because of this?"

"He is a real person, Aierwen. As long as I run fast enough and don't give him a chance to catch up to me, he will never have such thoughts in his entire life."

"Do you think I would lose to him?"

In the evening, Bolton finished a day's work. The Imperial District was now full of his informants, and the funds Lans gave him had increased quite a bit. He still only kept one hundred and fifty dollars for himself each month, using all the rest to develop informants.

Developing informants in the Imperial District didn't actually require hiring those people who did nothing all day but wander the streets; those people were too conspicuous.

Although those people were indeed needed, there was a more cost-effective way, and that was those old men.

Those old men had already lost their labor capacity and had nothing to do all day. You only needed to walk around the street once to find many little old men scattered in every corner of the streets.

They sat on benches by the roadside, or behind the display windows of some bakeries, or possibly in open-air or indoor coffee shops, observing everything on the road through glass windows.

He only needed to pay these little old men ten dollars, and they would be willing to work for him for a month.

These gazes hidden in corners, which were harder to be discovered, helped him keep an eye on most places in the Imperial District.

He was very satisfied with his current job and felt a great sense of accomplishment, which gave him a kind of... pleasure in controlling the entire Imperial District.

Especially when people would take off their hats and place them on their chests when they saw him, sincerely calling out "Mr. Bolton." Amidst the repeated "Mr. Bolton"s, he had lost himself a little.

Thinking of his cramped house, he had already begun to think about the issue of changing houses. During this period, he had already earned nearly eight hundred dollars, and by the end of the year, he would be able to save more than two thousand dollars.

Damn it all to hell, when he worked honestly in the past, he could only save about one hundred dollars a year.

But now, in just one year, he could earn the sum of his income from the past ten or even twenty years. This gave him a feeling that many people had experienced—a feeling of unreality, as if everything he had experienced in the past was just a dream that wasn't very pleasant.

Now, the nightmare had ended, and everything had become comfortable.

He turned on the electric light and was just about to call Nanxi over to take his clothes away when he saw some people sitting in the living room.

He was stunned for a moment, and then he started to break out in a cold sweat.

"Sit," Lans pointed to the chair beside him.

Bolton was a bit at a loss. He glanced at the door that was slightly ajar and Nanxi hiding behind the door. In the end, he still listened to Lans and sat in the chair where he usually issued orders at home.

His brain started to spin wildly, thinking about whether he had done anything stupid recently, but he had no idea what had caused Lans and these people to come over, and in such a form.

"Lans... I...", he didn't know what to say, or how to say it.

Lans gave him an answer directly, "Luo Bu sold out the location of our bar. That's the reason they arrived so quickly."

If they only knew a rough location, they wouldn't act casually, because this might alert the bar's operator.

If they didn't catch them this time, they would change locations next time. Therefore, they would only truly take action once they had completely figured out the specific location of the bar.

The bars Lans chose were all very hidden, all in alleys, and there were some gang members who looked like they weren't to be trifled with at the entrance.

If you weren't an acquaintance, you wouldn't go looking for trouble at all!

So it must have been an acquaintance who leaked the secret, and Bolton himself had even participated in the meetings and actions to find this leaker.

He also knew that his son had appeared at the scene, but he absolutely hadn't expected that it would be Luo Bu who leaked the secret.

"Could it be a misunderstanding?", he was covered in sweat. Even though he had taken off his coat and torn open his collar, he still felt that he was heating up, just like a piece of burning red coal.

Lans shook his head, "I heard he bought a car recently."

Bolton stopped talking and just sat there blankly.

A crashing sound came from outside the window, along with the sound of someone clearly drunk and cursing.

Mo Lisi walked to the window, pulled open a slit in the curtain, and looked outside, "Luo Bu is back."

Lans nodded, "We'll know the truth very soon."

Luo Bu was so excited he couldn't control himself after seeing Lans's bar get wiped out in one go. Not only did he vent his anger, but he was also about to receive a large sum of money, because in front of reporters, Officer Lukaer announced that they had seized more than eleven thousand dollars in alcohol and cash.

He even took the initiative to mention that the informant would receive a reward of about two thousand seven hundred and fifty dollars, and actively encouraged everyone to report, with no cap on the reward.

If anyone could report a smuggled alcohol warehouse worth hundreds of thousands like before, they would be rewarded according to the value of the case.

For the current mayor, including Director Dai Er, every bottle of alcohol in this city was controlled by the locals.

Their alcohol hadn't entered here yet, so grab them hard; don't be afraid of grabbing the wrong person!

Luo Bu, who had obtained all the emotional venting and satisfaction, subsequently went to help a poor girl on the roadside who needed help. Not only did he give the other party a sum of money, but he also gave her some protein she urgently needed.

By the time he finished all this, he wasn't that drunk anymore.

He felt for the wall and turned the door lock. The pitch-black room made him feel uncomfortable. Just like Mr. Bolton, he turned on the light switch, "Turning off the lights won't save much..."

The moment the light turned on, a chill crawled from his rectum to the top of his head. The skin around every inch of his spine stood on end. In an instant, the alcohol that hadn't worn off for over an hour wore off!

At the same time, at this very instant, he turned around and wanted to run. He completely ignored the longing in Bolton's eyes, which turned into despair the moment he turned around.

The next second, a huge force kicked him from the doorway into the room. Yisen walked in from outside the door and closed it.

Luo Bu only then reacted. He crawled up using his hands and feet and hid behind Bolton, "What are you doing?"

He didn't notice that Bolton's expression was even uglier than when he got divorced.

Lans looked at him, "How much money did they give you to sell out the location of the bar to them?"

Luo Bu had such a brief pause. He didn't know where he had been exposed, but he soon started to quibble, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Lans was very disappointed. Hailamu shook his hair and stood up.

Luo Bu had heard of Hailamu. This stupid donkey with a horse face and pockmarks who also shook his hair thinking he was very handsome was a very vicious person among Lans's group.

Rumor had it that he had killed over a hundred people by himself using four submachine guns!

Although no one could imagine how he could use four submachine guns by himself, in short, people believed this point.

Luo Bu grabbed Bolton's clothes tightly, "Dad, Dad, do something, do something!"

His tears were coming out, and his whole body was almost out of strength.

Hailamu walked over and smashed his fist into his head several times, causing his nose to bleed profusely. In the end, he didn't dare to grab Bolton's clothes anymore and was dragged to Lans like a dead dog.

Lans used the tip of his leather shoe to hook his chin, "Look at me."

Luo Bu's terrified face was full of fear and remorse, as well as tears, snot, and nosebleed.

"Now, tell me, why did you sell us out?"

"I didn't..."

Lans's leg retracted slightly, then he kicked with force. Luo Bu let out a painful cry, covered his face, and was kicked, rolling backward twice.

He screamed loudly and cried bitterly, but no one in the room pitied him, except for his father and his sister hiding in the room.

"I didn't pursue the matter of you mistreating Jielaer, didn't pursue your disparaging and presumptuous remarks about me, and I didn't fuss over you jumping up and down like an immature child."

"I even gave your family hope," Lans looked at Bolton. Bolton sat there as if he had aged several years, motionless. He seemed to be thinking, and he also seemed to be in a daze.

Lans's gaze returned to him, "But you, how did you repay me?"

Perhaps realizing that no matter how he quibbled, it was useless, he started to plead, "Lans, I'm sorry, I was wrong. I know I was wrong. I'll give you all the money they gave me. Let me go, for the sake of you not having any losses!"

"I lost twenty thousand dollars, and I let my brothers get arrested, and I lost face in the Imperial District, and even in New Jincheng."

"Now everyone knows I've had two bars wiped out in a row. You say I have no losses?"

Lans said this and stood up. Perhaps realizing that something terrible was about to happen, Luo Bu suddenly crawled over, rolling and crawling, and hugged Lans's leg, "Spare me, I won't dare to do it again!"

Lans pulled out his pistol and aimed it at his head. Bolton's body moved, but it also seemed like it didn't move.

"Take your dirty hands off my pants."

Luo Bu cried until he was almost out of breath. Lans retracted his pistol, "Since you did it, you have to accept the punishment. If one day I sell out others, I will also accept the same punishment."

"Even these brothers of mine, if they do the same stupid thing as you, I will deal with them myself."

"You should be happy, because I don't want to dirty my hands, so someone else will do it."

"Take him away!"

Luo Bu was greatly shocked and terrified. He turned around and wanted to go to Bolton to seek help, but was directly grabbed by the back of his collar by Yisen, who choked his neck against his waist. He didn't choke him to death, but he also made him unable to speak or resist.

They filed out one after another, with Lans walking at the end.

Only Lans and Bolton remained in the room. Bolton rubbed his face, "I'm sorry, I..."

Lans patted his shoulder, "You're still young. Find a young wife and have a few more children."

"Don't blame me for speaking harshly, Bolton. Even if I let him off this time, he will still bring trouble to you and to all of us."

"You are Jielaer's uncle. I hope we can get along well, but the premise is, don't do stupid things."

He picked up the hat on the coat rack by the door, stood by the door, and grabbed the doorknob, "Good night, Mr. Bolton."

The rapidly closing door cut off the view from inside and outside, and like a sharp blade, it cut off the last bit of Luo Bu's vitality. ===== CHAPTER 225 =====