Chapter 269: Chapter 128 Zheng Chuan: What, Fifth Brother has found me?_2
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Si Xi immediately responded and hurriedly left.
Watching Si Xi leave, Feng Xuan waved his hand, and the maid beside him continued to fan him.
Fa Cai, clutching his sword behind, cast a glance at the departing Si Xi, feeling somewhat unconvinced. Isn’t Jianghu all about obeying those with superior Martial Arts? What’s the use of all these conspiracies and tricks?
Without a word, he then closed his eyes, adopting a meditative expression.
At this moment, in the Zheng Chuan Mansion.
Zheng Chuan was pacing anxiously in his study, while a seductive-looking woman said, “Master, please have something to eat.”
Zheng Chuan gave her a look and said, “No, you may leave.”
The woman turned and left, and at that time, the butler of the Zheng Chuan Mansion came in and said, “Master, Little Knife has entered Wang Dafa’s house.”
“He’s on his way home.”
Zheng Chuan nodded and said, “That’s good. However, why do I feel so uneasy? My heart is jumping all over the place.”
The butler replied, “Master, you’re worrying too much. Please be at ease, haven’t we arranged everything?”
“We killed Qian Shun, who knew the details, and we marked the delivery notes that went to Qian Shun, leading all suspicions toward Tongyuan Line, and Tongyuan Line is Feng Xuan’s business.”
“Having Master Dao kill Wang Dafa, who knows the truth, under the guise of suicide out of guilt—ha, then there will be no evidence, nobody would suspect us.”
Zheng Chuan heard this and said, “Hmm, I know, but I still feel unsettled, and my left eyelid is twitching violently.”
The butler suggested, “Master, why not call over a few of your concubines to ease your mind?”
Zheng Chuan gestured dismissively, “What mood do I have for that? Go, keep an eye on this matter. After Little Knife takes care of it, arrange for him to hide out in the countryside for a while, until things blow over. He has met Chen Jiusi in the mining area, although Chen Jiusi might not recognize him, it’s still better to be cautious.”
“Yes, I’ll arrange it now.”
Once outside, the butler looked back at Zheng Chuan’s study, shook his head, and sighed, his face heavy with worries.
Peace Street, where Feng Xuan is in charge, and Tongtai Trading Company is the biggest company on this street.
However, Wang Dafa, the largest shopkeeper of Tongtai Trading Company, was a very low-key man.
Rich, yet not fond of hiring maids or servants, he bought a small courtyard close to Tongtai Trading Company, where his family of five lived.
Because of his low profile, he had been praised by Feng Xuan several times, and he had emphasized more than once that his greatest wish was to help the company reach new heights; personal enjoyment was of little concern to him.
One can only eat three meals a day and sleep in one bed, so he didn’t care for luxury and was dedicated to serving his master.
Thus, his dwelling was very simple, not much different from Chen Jie’s courtyard.
Five people lived there, his elderly mother, his wife, a son, a daughter, and himself.
His wife was a hardworking woman, filial to her mother-in-law, devoted to her husband, and nurturing to her children.
The family lived in harmony.
At this moment, inside the house, there were the cries of children, and five ropes hung from the beams above.
Already hanging from one of the ropes was an old lady who had been hanged.
And then in the house, a man with a scarred face, holding a knife in his right hand, each of his arms wrapped around a five-year-old boy and a six-year-old girl.
The boy was crying out for his mother at this time.
And opposite the man with Scarred Face stood a plainly dressed woman.
The woman was trembling all over, with a stool in front of her. Stepping on the stool, she could hang herself.
The man gestured with the knife to the woman, “Madam, go ahead. You don’t want to see these two lovely children die here, do you?”
The woman sobbed uncontrollably and still said, “You, you really will let Xiao Bao and Cui’er go?”
The man smiled and said, “I will.”
“How, how can I trust you?”
“Heh, Madam, do you have a choice?”
The woman, unable to bear it, looked at Xiao Bao and Cui’er and said, “Close your eyes, don’t watch.”
The two little ones cried heartbreakingly, but the man pressed down on their shoulders, making them utterly unable to move.
“Close, your eyes, close!”
The woman screamed in breakdown, not wanting her son and daughter to see her death by hanging.
The man also said, “Hehe, right, close your eyes, you have to listen to your mother.”
After he finished speaking, the man looked at the woman and said, “Madam, please.”
The woman took a deep breath, holding back her tears, stepped on the stool, and with trembling hands, she grabbed the noose.
Once again, she reluctantly looked back at her children to find the two kids painfully closing their eyes, tears streaming down.
She placed her neck into the noose, her body trembling even more out of fear.
Little Knife said, “Now, kick away the stool.”
The woman didn’t move, perhaps out of fear.
“You see, disobedient again. Come on, Xiao Bao, tell your mother to kick away the stool.”
The five-year-old boy was scared stiff at the time, only able to cry.
The man pressed further, and the woman looked at the man with a gaze full of reluctance, unwillingness, and hatred, then she kicked away the stool abruptly.
Her body suspended, the woman’s eyes rolled back instantly, and she desperately tried to grab the rope, to untie herself, but how could she? A person hanging can’t muster any strength.