Zhūyèqīng came to Nanjing, of course not just to watch a dog fight. This Shanghai black widow, who has always deliberately obscured her gender, has boarded military vessels carrying private oil, and been to four casinos in Macau, Las Vegas, the Sino-Burmese border, and elsewhere. From postage stamps in '97 to coal mines, first-tier city real estate, redwood furniture, Chinese art, and Pu'er tea, she has left her mark on every speculation, playing the role of the last unlucky gambler in each crazy game of musical chairs. Nobody knows how much black money she's made; perhaps only when Chen Ergou reaches Wei Duan Gong's position will we understand just how enormous Zhūyèqīng's energy is. In the eyes of Qián Lǎoyézǐ, who has influence extending beyond a city and a half province, Wèi Duāngōng can only be considered a minor player in organized crime; Zhūyèqīng is far more pure. Those who have tasted her poisonous fangs are already unable to speak, so even within the Shanghai *** very few people understand her tactics and mind games. Even confidants like Shāng Jiǎwǔ or Guānghù Mēngchōng dare not say they've seen through the thick layers of her painted face; she trusts no one, relies on no one. Lǎo Fóyé Dàntái Fúpíng once said that this woman has gone mad with desire - even if the Buddha himself were to be reborn, he could not save her. But if she were to cut off my head, she would instantly attain Buddhahood.
Shang Jia Wu was not impressed by the Buddhist nun's sharp tongue, nor did he care if Huang Fu's aunt had gone crazy from love at first sight. Back then, in a place called Shigu Village in Chun'an County, Zhejiang Province, he got involved in multi-level marketing and accidentally bumped into her, after which he devoted himself to selling his life for her. He was a real scoundrel, never hiding his intention of wanting her from the start. Originally, he should have been known as Aixinjueluo Yundeng or Jinyundeng, but it was also from that time on that he gave up his petty tricks and truly followed the path his grandfather wanted him to take, because a woman like Zhu Ye Qing would not pass on her legacy to a small-time hoodlum who only knew how to steal chickens and dogs. Shang Jia Wu had always looked down on his crippled grandfather's old-fashioned ways and posture as a Manchu relic, nor did he recognize the Aixinjueluo surname, which was like a foot-binding cloth that should have been thrown into the historical garbage heap long ago. He often said, "Nurhaci's descendants number at least 10 million, if not 20 million; are these Eight Banners princes too cheap?"
Every time this happens, the lame old man with a long braid would be grief-stricken, his lips trembling, unable to speak, and destined not to utter a word, for he was mute. It was a gaunt face that seemed to clearly record the twilight years of a vast Qing dynasty empire. This crippled slave had been serving his ancestors and descendants for six full years, only known by his surname.
Actually, Shang Jia Wu also knew that he was indeed different from those Eight Banners collateral descendants, because his great-grandfather was the younger brother of the last emperor Puyi, and above him was the regent king Zaifeng of the late Qing dynasty. Continuing to his father's generation, although they had already fallen from power and were no longer glorious, his grandmother was still considered a pure-blooded princess of the Bordered White Banner. Then, one disaster after another befell them, leaving this once-great family completely unprepared. The last twist of fate only allowed the loyal Yao Cripple to escape with a child still in swaddling clothes. Yao Cripple could not speak of those treacherous events of years past, and Shang Jia Wu did not want to understand those historical relics. He did not want to investigate the origins of his family's bloodline; he simply acknowledged Yao Cripple as his grandfather. As for other chaotic and confusing matters, he paid no attention to them.
These insiders knew a little about Zhang Ye Qing, whether Shang Jia Wu was the descendant of the Manchu Qing dynasty or not, and whether he was a pure-blooded Eight Banners brother. She didn't care; people aren't thoroughbred horses, what's the use of bloodlines? She simply appreciated this young man's ability to make big decisions without being held back by trivial matters, having no mercy or compassion. If in the future he could achieve something that would make her look at him with new eyes, Zhang Ye Qing wouldn't mind becoming his woman.
Yu Hanliang didn't want to spit out the more than 4 million that had already reached his mouth, so he used the lame excuse that Hei Bao was not a designated fighting dog to declare Tosa the winner. This naturally led to a large number of players cursing and protesting. The dog-fighting arena was in an uproar, while Xu Beichen and others who were not involved left early. Afraid of being implicated, the situation at the dog-fighting arena was on the verge of losing control. Yu Hanliang was also unable to speak out, his face pale with anger, and could only bring in the security team to forcibly suppress the situation. Those who had lost money were even more furious, and many gamblers vowed that they would never set foot in the dog-fighting arena again.
Yu Hanliang returned to the European-style villa beside the dog fighting arena, which he used to escape the heat, and smashed a set of tea cups in the living room before calming down slightly. He knew that this despicable act was no different from killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, but he had no other way to come up with 110 million yuan in a short period of time. Recently, he had lost 2 million yuan and owed 11 million yuan in debt after recklessly gambling on the luxury cruise ship "Queen Mary" for two days and three nights. Although he eventually woke up from his madness and realized that someone had set him up, he had never heard of anyone who dared to owe money on the Queen Mary and still have a good ending. The total amount of money in his bank account plus the low-priced transfer of a villa was only 7.5 million yuan, which was all the wealth he had accumulated over the years from working for Wei Duogong. Therefore, tonight's gamble was his last lifeline, and no matter what, he had to get his hands on more than 4 million yuan.
Just as Yu Hanliang wiped the sweat, a trusted security guard came in and told him that Shang Jianwu was outside with a woman who wanted to talk about something. Yu Hanliang thought Shang Jianwu was anxious to divide the spoils, and sneered inwardly, asking: "How many people are there?"
"Besides the merchant, there's a woman and 7 bodyguards." Yu Hanliang's trusted aide reported cautiously, clearly intimidated by the group's grandeur. Zhu Yeqing's entourage wasn't large, but they were uniform and well-organized, clearly not a motley crew of scattered soldiers.
"Let the kid and the woman go into the house, you go and call everyone over. Keep your eyes open, if there's any movement here, try to take action first. Just don't cause any casualties, do whatever you want. Oh, and call in a few more ruthless ones." Yu Hanliang, who had been stimulated by the casino storm, cautiously instructed his confidant, and as he turned around, he called out again, adding: "Arrange four people in my room, and put the rest outside the door. Let one more person go in for the other side."
The only ones who finally entered the villa's living room were Yu Hanliang's four bodyguards, Shang Jiamu, Zhu Yeqing and Guang Toumeng Chong.
Entering the living room, Mong Chong stood at the door, like a guardian deity. Only Shang Jia Wu and Zhu Ye Qing sat opposite Yu Han Liang. This made Yu Han Liang, who had been somewhat wary of Mong Chong's physique, feel puzzled. A young man with a pretty woman, Yu Han Liang let out a sigh of relief, crossed his legs, and pulled out a Cohiba cigar. With an air of elegance, he used the cigar clip to remove the cigar cap, lit it with a special match, and puffed on the cigar that was not actually from Cuba. He glanced sideways at Zhu Ye Qing, who was even more beautiful than Zhou Xing. Yu Han Liang was a seasoned veteran in such situations, having seen countless women. But he had never met a woman as charming as this one before. Just as Yu Han Liang's mind was filled with lustful thoughts, Shang Jia Wu played with his Zippo lighter in his left hand and stretched out his right hand towards the inside of his suit collar. As Yu Han Liang's pupils suddenly contracted, he signaled to several security guards to take action. However, Shang Jia Wu pulled out a pack of cigarettes instead. Yu Han Liang let out a silent sigh of relief and smiled: "Young Master Shang, I've already prepared the money for you. Do you want to find some fun together tonight? I'm familiar with Nanjing, and I won't disappoint you."
"How much? I'm not very good at math." Merchant Wu smiled, harmless as a newborn chick.
"500,000." Originally wanted to say 400,000, Yu Huanliang glanced at Zhu Yeqing with a calm expression. Unconsciously added 100,000. A face full of wealth and arrogance.
"I didn't think there was anyone worse at math than me." Merchant Xia sighed.
"500,000 is not a small amount. Young man." Yu Hanliang said with a gloomy face. The hypocrisy and sarcasm of this young Shanghainese had to some extent infuriated the snake head from Nanjing. It was well-known that Yu Hanliang was particularly concerned about saving face in front of women, especially beautiful ones. Losing face in front of a pretty woman was even more serious than slapping him in the face. Obviously, Shang Jianwu's attitude had touched Yu Hanliang's reverse scales.
"Five million is just five million." Zhu Ye Qing smiled, leaning weakly against the chair. Her slender fingers slowly rubbed the agarwood Buddhist beads on her wrist.
Shang Yanwu no longer spoke.
Yu Hanliang's heart skipped a beat, he obviously didn't expect that this woman was the real mastermind, and his wandering eyes slightly converged.
"When will you return the remaining money?" Zhang Ye Qing said lazily.
Yu Hanliang was in a daze.
"11 million, you still owe me 7.5 million from last month, plus interest, today you need to pay me back 5.7 million, add this 500,000, together it's 6.2 million, round down to a whole number, 6 million is enough." Bamboo Leaf Green remained calm and composed, casually mentioning the 200,000 as if it were a mere 2 yuan note, saying it was nothing to spare.
"Is it you?!"
Yu Hanliang suddenly stood up, his face twisted in a mixture of fear and anger, with a cigarette butt scattered on the ground. It was clear that it wasn't an expensive high-quality cigar. Yu Hanliang stood tall, looking down at Zhu Yeqing, with four bodyguards standing behind him, having both home-field advantage and gender advantage. He snarled like a beast, "You dare to mess with my woman? Today, don't even think about the 6 million, you won't be able to leave this dogfighting arena alive. Watch me make you die."
Just as Yu Hanliang was about to make a move, the unprofessional bodyguards behind him instinctively focused their attention on the intense conflict between the man and woman. Shang Jiamu's right hand suddenly appeared from his collar, holding a ****, while his left hand simultaneously installed a silencer. If one were an expert, they could tell at a glance that it was a 5.45mm AMT Hardballer pistol. This gun wasn't luxurious, and its power was far inferior to China's Type 09 pistol. However, for close-range point-blank shooting, it was more than sufficient to take out five people. With a single shot, the bodyguard behind Yu Hanliang ****, his head exploding in a brutal manner. The sound of the gunshot was muffled and sharp after being processed by the silencer. Just as Yu Hanliang was stunned and the other three bodyguards were about to put up resistance, the second bullet had already been fired from the gun barrel, again hitting its target in the head. It's likely that even Yu Hanliang hadn't heard the sound of a bullet penetrating a skull before. So when the second bodyguard fell to the ground, Yu Hanliang and the remaining two bodyguards were already pale-faced and trembling violently. The cigar in Yu Hanliang's hand had long since fallen onto the expensive pure wool carpet. Just as Shang Jiamu was about to fire his third shot in a seemingly instinctual manner, Zhu Yeqing spoke up softly: "Enough."
In fact, Shang Jia Wu could have stopped, but he shot the third poor guy's head off. At that moment when the only remaining bodyguard was about to cry out loud, Shang Jia Wu raised his gun and made a silencing gesture. The bodyguard listened and held back his tears. After killing three people in a row, Shang Jia Wu finally felt satisfied. He then pressed his gun against Yu Han Liang's forehead, who didn't dare move, and sneered: "If you have the guts, say it again."
Yu Hanliang's face turned pale as he raised his hands, "Young Master Shen, let's talk this over, everything can be negotiated, please don't shoot."
From a distance, quietly observing the changes, couldn't help but roll his eyes, this is what they call the Nanjing Dog King?
It's not that Yu Hanliang is afraid of death, but if he had been mentally prepared to die from the start, Yu Hanliang would also dare to fight with people and risk his life. But one second ago, he was still thinking about how to get a big beauty on the bed, and the next second, he blinked his eyes and was killed by a small white face who looked like he could only waste women, taking down three people in a row. Anyone would struggle to adapt to this change.
"I didn't expect Wang Fu Yu to spend two months just to hook a fool like you. Wei Duan Gong is a talented and capable person, how did he end up raising a bunch of useless people like you? Is it because he's afraid of being overthrown? No wonder he can be manipulated by someone as rootless as Chen Fu Sheng." Zhu Ye Qing curled her lip in disdain, although she was very dissatisfied with Shang Jia Wu's last move, but she didn't bother to pursue this trivial matter.
"6.2 million, I'll do whatever it takes to get the money for you today, not a penny less." Yu Hanliang had no choice but to show weakness, and he was willing to kneel down and kowtow if that's what it took. It's true what they say about beautiful women being poisonous, Yu Hanliang thought to himself, feeling anxious and fearful, just wanting to spend money to get rid of these jinxes.
"My aunt has already said that, and you haven't gotten on board yet?" Merchant Wu poked Yu Hanliang's forehead with the gun barrel and turned to look at Zhu Yeqing impatiently: "Or just get rid of him. It's not reliable to cooperate with such a foolish person."
Zhu Ye Qing shook his head slowly. "6.2 million is not a small amount, but it's not enough to make me rush from Shanghai to Nanjing. What I want is the Dog Fighting Arena. Anyway, given the current situation, the arena will eventually fall into Chen Fu Sheng's hands. It's better to hand it over to me, and I'll give you a way out. The ownership of the arena belongs to me, the operating rights remain in your hands, and the profits are split 1:9. I think there's no need for me to explain who gets what."
Yu Hanliang's mouth was agape, he couldn't believe this woman's incredibly big mouth.
"Disagree?"
With a displeased face, Shang Wu inserted the gun barrel into Yu Hanliang's mouth and said, "Do you believe I'll shoot through your throat with one shot?"
"Chen Fusheng has the Fang family and Qian Zixiang to back him up, who do you have? Wei Gonggong?" Zhu Yeqing sneered, her tone rising. "If you think you still have a choice, why don't you shake your head and taste the flavor of amthrdaller? If you're not willing, I can let Shang Jiawu use a Glock 18 to shoot one bullet into your hand, then use an M1911A1 to shoot another bullet into your leg. Finally, I'll send you on your way. How about it?"
Yu Hanliang nodded and shook his head, neither of which was the case, he just prayed that the gun in the young master's hand in front of him wouldn't go off.
"Damn your mother."
The merchant Jia Wu's temper suddenly flared up, and from Yu Hanliang's mouth, he pulled out the pistol equipped with a silencer, and without warning, shot the only remaining bodyguard. Zhuyeqing was not surprised at all, because this was exactly what she wanted to happen. Today's secret meeting didn't need a fourth pair of ears listening in anyway, and besides, she wouldn't have to worry about cleaning up the corpse.
Yu Hanliang was so frightened that he lost his courage and said weakly: "Whatever you say is what it is."
"First, disperse the people outside, then call one or two trusted confidants to collect these corpses. I think you know how to handle the aftermath without needing others to teach you. As for how Chen Fusheng found out about today's events, I don't care what channel he used, as long as it wasn't from your mouth that leaked the information. Next, Shang Jiamu will preside over the Dog Fighting Arena, and if you have the brains to squeeze him out, I welcome it, as long as you aren't killed in the process. For now, I still don't want you to lose any limbs.
Zhuyeqing's expression remained benevolent and kind, with no hint of murderous intent between her eyebrows. Her slender hands held a red rosary, exuding elegance and refinement, resembling a Bodhisattva Guanyin. Yu Hanliang grew more terrified the more he looked at her, his lustful heart diminishing, until eventually, he regarded her as if she were a malevolent deity. Indeed, only a woman like Zhuyeqing could drive a Dog King to such desperation."
Zhūyèqīng boldly let Yúhánliàng go out to handle matters, but the more she did so, the more Yúhánliàng felt that she was a massive mountain crushing him, making it hard for him to breathe. Compared to Wèigōnggōng, who was full of sinister intentions, Yúhánliàng didn't dare to be presumptuous and instead followed Zhūyèqīng's instructions carefully.
Shāng Jiǎwǔ had already put away his gun, while Zhūyèqīng stood still like a mountain, deep in thought. After a long time, she came back to her senses and glanced at the young man with a bored expression. This guy wasn't known for his cleverness from the start.
Zhūyèqīng didn't expect him to be as cunning as Dàntái Fúpíng, an old monster who could hide his emotions perfectly. Shāng Jiǎwǔ's greatest strength was his expertise in a particular field. For example, he was obsessed with firearms and would become completely absorbed in them.
In terms of combat, perhaps ten Shāng Jiǎwǔs wouldn't be able to withstand the attack of Dà Mēngchóng, but if you gave him a Beretta 93R or a slightly modified Remington 700PSS, as long as he wasn't attacked at close range, the balance of victory would completely tip in his favor.
Zhūyèqīng looked at Shāng Jiǎwǔ, who was lazily smoking and blowing out clouds of smoke. She took another look at his somewhat strange, wide, and large Western-style suit jacket and lightly laughed, shaking her head. "Jiǎwǔ, your crippled grandfather is an old monster, which is why you're such a freak."
"Huangfu aunt, my grandfather didn't teach me to kill people, it was you who taught me hand in hand." Shang Jiamu had a sunny smile on his face, where did he look like a murderer who just killed four people? He didn't have the slightest awareness that after death he would enter the Avici Hell or the Small Hell of Flaying and Grinding.
And this man, who looks always handsome enough to be mistaken for a pretty boy, if he opens his suit jacket, will now have a tight-fitting leather vest outside his shirt, inlaid with all sorts of ****, a SIG P226, and a Bronnhi-Poer and PT145, it can be seen that this pervert is particularly fond of **** that can be equipped with silencers. There are even two hand grenades, one is the German-made M-DN21, and the other is a relatively larger R709 flashbang grenade, no wonder his suit jacket has to be one size larger. This is simply a small arms exhibition, in fact, if you add the weapons equipment box in his car, Shang Jia Wu is equivalent to a mobile arsenal that does not compromise, these goods are certainly not something that ordinary underworld members can get their hands on, nor is it something that amateur gun players can master, from this we can see that Shang Jia Wu's professional level is enough to rival international first-class hitmen.
"Sniper rifles are for beginners, then comes ****, and finally it's time to play with daggers. Unfortunately, you're too late in this line of work, and you won't have many chances to play with small knives this lifetime." Bamboo Leaf Green said with some regret.
"Huangfu Auntie, I've had a question I didn't dare ask. Merchant Jia Wu asked curiously: 'If you don't have a gun in your hand, can you take down the old Buddha protected by my grandfather?'"
Zhu Ye Qing just gave Shang Jia Wu a cold glance, ignoring his abrupt and impertinent question. "What if you had a gun in your hand?" Shang Jia Wu was determined to get to the bottom of things.
"I only know that if I had a gun in my hand right now, I would definitely stuff it into your mouth and shut you up."
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