696: 548 Calamity Arises from Within (Vote for Monthly Ticket!)_2 696: 548 Calamity Arises from Within (Vote for Monthly Ticket!)_2 “Issues need to be solved one by one, don’t they?”
“Kid, you’re not old, but you sure don’t lack confidence,”
Cui Zaiye sneered.
“Do you think you can get her out?
I’m telling you, don’t fantasize about it.
What you should be considering now is how you’re going to escape without getting burned to death along with everything else.”
Seemingly having run out of patience, Jiang Chen, who had caught no fish till now, put down the fishing rod.
“Mr.
Cui, I am here to negotiate with you, but if Mr.
Cui is not willing to talk, then I’ll have to change my approach.”
Cui Zaiye stood fearless, true to his reputation, “I, Cui Zaiye, have been through all sorts of struggles over the years.
Kid, you’re still too young.”
Jiang Chen smiled scornfully and stood up unhurriedly.
“Of course, I know a person like Mr.
Cui must have weathered countless storms.
But Mr.
Cui, you fear nothing.
Have you ever considered others?”
Cui Zaiye’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.
“Kid, what do you mean by that?”
Jiang Chen turned around, a smile on his face as serene and harmless as the pastoral scenery.
“I regret the death of Cui Chi, but fortunately, Mr.
Cui still has another child.
I think I should congratulate Mr.
Cui.”
Cui Zaiye’s face turned pale in an instant.
“You dare!”
Jiang Chen, as if oblivious, kept his smile, but it now looked so profound and inscrutable.
“I bear no ill will toward Mr.
Cui, nor toward Mr.
Cui’s family.
All I want is for my friend to be safe and sound, just as Mr.
Cui cares for his own family.
It’s the same principle.”
Cui Zaiye’s breathing grew heavy, his eyes like those of an enraged wild beast ready to attack.
But at this moment, he was no longer the underworld boss who could summon and command hundreds; he couldn’t even control his own life or death.
“What exactly do you want?”
Clenching his fist, Cui Zaiye asked through gritted teeth.
He could disregard the lives of his subordinates, even decisively abandon Han Zhenxi, but there’s a line even ruthless people do not cross: harming their own children.
Even someone as selfish and cruel as him couldn’t possibly be indifferent to his own child.
Especially now that the child was his only heir.
“I want Miss Lan to come out,”
Jiang Chen repeated.
“Impossible!”
Cui Zaiye said flatly, “I can’t do it.”
“How do you know you can’t if you haven’t tried?”
Cui Zaiye’s face was as dark as still water, “This matter is beyond my capabilities, kid.
You’re overestimating me and oversimplifying the problem.”
Jiang Chen nodded.
“I understand.”
Then.
Footsteps sounded.
Cui Zaiye turned around.
The Westerner, who even he felt threatened by, walked over and pulled out a phone.
The phone connected to a video.
In the video, Han Zhenxi, pale with shock, was holding her son, sitting on the couch in the villa, shaking uncontrollably.
Offscreen.
The muzzle of a black gun was aimed at mother and son.
The child, because of his innocence, was not very scared; instead, he kept comforting his sobbing mother.
“Mr.
Cui, your second youngest son is more well-behaved and sensible than the eldest.”
Cui Zaiye stared at the video, his eyes rimmed red, almost splitting with fury, his back molars nearly crushed by his own bite.
“Disasters should not involve family, kid.
You’re breaking the rules,”
Cui Zaiye enunciated every word, his gaze shifting to Jiang Chen like a vengeful ghost.
“Disasters should not involve family.”
Jiang Chen acted as if he heard nothing, murmured the phrase, and then chuckled softly, “Mr.
Cui, as far as I know, due to your actions, countless people have been widowed and their families shattered.
And now you’re talking to me about so-called rules?”
The blood in Cui Zaiye’s eyes almost spilled out, and he looked as if he wanted to tear Jiang Chen apart.
“I’ll give you one minute to think.”
Jiang Chen remained unmoved.
The river flowed peacefully.
“Thirty seconds.”
Jiang Chen began the countdown.
“Twenty seconds.”
“Ten seconds.”
“Nine.”
“Eight.”
“Seven…”
“I really can’t do it.”
Cornered, Cui Zaiye finally let go of all his pride.
“You just need to come forward and confess that the shootout was orchestrated by you…”
“It’s no use.”
Cui Zaiye interrupted: “The one who wants to deal with her isn’t me.”
Jiang Chen’s expression remained unchanged.
“Who is it?”
“An Zairong.”
Cui Zaiye said, “Why could I pinpoint her movements so accurately?
It’s because someone was tipping me off, and that person is most likely An Zairong.”
Jiang Chen was silent for a moment, “You should have been searching for An Zairong’s whereabouts all along.
Where is he now?”
“Daegu.”
Cui Zaiye seemed to have completely surrendered, “My men have just located him.
Daegu is his stronghold, and to avoid alerting him, I instructed them not to make any rash moves.”
Jiang Chen nodded.
“Thank you, Mr.
Cui, for your cooperation.”
“Can my son be spared now?”
Cui Zaiye clenched his teeth and asked.
Jiang Chen felt a slight regret.
Only cares about his child.
The woman who bore his child, he doesn’t care for at all.
Indeed, no cruel man can be a great man.
Those who achieve great things are often cold and heartless.
“Of course, just not right now.”
“I’ve already told you everything I know.
What more do you want?!”
Cui Zaiye said angrily.
Jiang Chen smiled.
“Really everything?
Mr.
Cui, aren’t there some important matters that you haven’t told me?”
Cui Zaiye’s angry expression changed slightly, and for a moment, he even unconsciously averted his gaze.
Seeing this, Jiang Chen, who only had a vague sense that something was off, became more certain.
“Let’s not discuss whether An Zairong is an inside agent or not for now.
It seems unrelated to you turning yourself in.
Why did you bring him up all of a sudden?
Are you trying to cover something up?”
Cui Zaiye felt a chill in his heart.
This young man.
Can he really be so perceptive?
He forced himself to remain calm and locked eyes with the opposition once more.
“What could I possibly be covering up?
I just wanted you to understand who the mastermind behind all this really is.”
“No.”
Jiang Chen looked at him and shook his head, “From the beginning, you have said that I was oversimplifying things and insisted that Miss Lan wouldn’t be able to come out…”
Cui Zaiye’s lips quivered, intending to speak, but it seemed like Jiang Chen knew what he was about to say.
“It’s not the Goryeo government.
If the Goryeo government had a way to deal with Miss Lan, they wouldn’t have dragged it out until now.
As for the blood fight incident, if you’re willing to take responsibility, the prosecutor’s office won’t have any reason to trouble Miss Lan.”
Jiang Chen watched Cui Zaiye.
“Mr.
Cui, when you firmly stated that Miss Lan could not escape her fate, what exactly were you referring to?”
Cui Zaiye’s eyes flickered, and for the first time, he felt a terrifying sensation from a young man.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Mr.
Cui, as you’ve seen, I’ve been sitting here half the day and haven’t caught a single fish.
My patience is running thin.”
Cui Zaiye clenched his teeth.
Jiang Chen did not continue to count down the remaining seconds.
He looked towards the Western man with the phone, preparing to speak.
“I don’t know who it is either.”
Cui Zaiye spoke up.
Jiang Chen looked at him.
“I only know that someone from within your Shenzhou wants to ensure Lan Peizhi cannot return.
Moreover, they have great influence, enough to affect the Blue House.
I couldn’t resist.”
Domestic?
The response from Cui Zaiye was entirely unexpected, leaving Jiang Chen silent for a moment, showing no sign of surprise.
“How do you communicate?”
“It’s always them contacting me, probably through an intermediary.
The ambush on Lan Peizhi, that too was orchestrated by them at their behest.”
This news was nothing short of explosive.
Jiang Chen had assumed that the biggest mole was An Zairong, but to his surprise, it seemed to be a case of “trouble from within”.
“Mr.
Cui, can you stand by your words?”
Cui Zaiye smirked with resentment and helplessness.
“Whether what I said is true or not, won’t you know once you capture An Zairong?
I’m sure I’m not the only one who wants to use tools.”
Jiang Chen nodded.
“Then please bear with us for a while, Mr.
Cui.”
Without needing coercion, Cui Zaiye voluntarily turned around and sat back in the Kia.
Jiang Chen watched as Cui Zaiye willingly put on a blindfold inside the car, then his gaze shifted to the imposingly efficient Western brute beside him.
“Dwayne, take another trip to Daegu.”
The Blackwater mercenary who had come from Meilijian nodded silently.
Compared to guarding a female Eastern star, what he preferred was undoubtedly such a task.
Turning around, he got into the car.
The Kia made a U-turn and left the riverside.
Realizing his own level of fishing skills, Jiang Chen stopped persisting and began to pack up his fishing gear.