I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping-Chapter 2203 - 1407: The Long Night (Part 2)

However, in understanding others by oneself, Jiang Chen could also comprehend the other party’s actions.

No one is a sage.

Everyone assumes Hu Die belongs to Fang Jun, but in fact, she’s in Cao Camp while longing for Han. Song Chaoge’s abandonment for Hu Die was practically the collapse of her faith.

Once a person’s faith collapses, they only think about two things: either destroy the world or self-destruction.

If there’s blame to be assigned, it’s just that Zhong Tingwang was unfortunate enough to hit the muzzle.

No,

he ran into the gun himself.

And Young Master Song is indeed an interesting person. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Isn’t it about people? Here, people are given to you, and once something happens, they immediately call him.

Boss Jiang truly can’t say this matter is unrelated to him.

"Zhong Xiaoye’s subordinates couldn’t possibly betray him easily."

According to current claims, at most, it’s an attempted kidnapping. The actual occurrence of any substantial kidnapping is inconclusive; without surveillance, everyone has their own versions.

Even if it’s kidnapping, how long can they endure?

Is it worth those professional thugs betraying their boss’s boss?

With gritted teeth, the worst-case scenario is eating prison food for a while, possibly adding a glorious footnote to their underworld experience. Betraying their boss is against the most important principle; do they want to continue the life?

Besides.

If betrayed, can the boss forgive them?

The boss’s heart is far crueler than a judge’s gavel.

It’s hardly even a decision-making dilemma.

"It’s not important."

Jiang Chen’s answer indirectly confirmed He Yihui’s judgment that the ten assistants did not betray Zhong Xiaoye; they didn’t even betray their ’direct superior’ Xiao. The wealthy Zhong Tingwang’s investment wasn’t in vain; besides eating free meals, they’d probably prefer dying for their understanding ones.

But is there a confession?

Does it matter?

"The law indeed requires evidence, but the interpretation of the law is quite broad."

Jiang Chen smiled.

He Yihui fell silent.

The law certainly won’t disappear; it’s just that its boundaries have been moved.

"You’re planning to take this opportunity to keep Zhong Xiaoye in the mainland? Many will have opinions."

Among them, undoubtedly, is her second sister.

Jiang Chen rubbed the teacup, gently exhaling.

"We’ll see."

He Yihui quietly glanced at him and brewed tea for herself.

On the other side.

Zhong Tingwang sat on a chair.

However, the chair was iron, and even in summer, it still felt quite cold.

This evening was truly too busy.

Moving from one guest place to another.

Without the "confess leniently, resist strictly" slogan, all four walls were a dreary shade of grey, and there were no windows.

"Name."

"Hometown."

"Age."

Even for questions like "gender," Zhong Xiaoye answered without fail.

This is the true demeanor a big shot should have.

Boasting about being so wealthy and powerful in such a place is something only dumb movies portray.

"Confess what you did tonight."

After formalities, entering the main topic, Zhong Tingwang began to be uncooperative.

"I was chatting with Miss He at the Westin. Is there a problem?"

"You know whether there’s a problem. Zhong Xiaoye, we know who you are, so don’t waste time."

An ordinary uncle surely wouldn’t have this tone.

In other words.

Without a certain level, they wouldn’t have the qualifications to investigate Zhong Tingwang. What level of leaders does Zhong Tingwang deal with in Haojiang?

"If you don’t believe, Miss He can testify for me."

Although the incident happened suddenly, unprepared, the seasoned Nine-headed Bird wouldn’t be easily frightened by this array. Calm and carefree, even crossing hands as if enjoying.

If a cigar were brought in now, it would be fitting.

"Since we’ve come for you, you should understand. Your people have confessed."

Typical psychological tactics.

Quite low-grade.

Even gangsters with prison experience wouldn’t fall for this.

Zhong Xiaoye smiled slightly, seemingly guilt-free, but his gaze was chilling.

The latter half was definitely nonsense.

His Zhong Xiaoye’s style is well known in the underworld.

His subordinates wouldn’t dare betray him, especially for non-serious charges.

But the first half was what troubled him.

No evidence, no confession, yet they efficiently found him and "invited" him.

What does this represent?

Although every citizen has the obligation to cooperate with investigations.

But he’s not some inconsequential civilian.

It’s not just a tea invitation, isn’t it?

And obviously, there was no tea prepared.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

The interviewers opposite him didn’t slam the table, but looked at him calmly.

"If you want to hear, we can narrate it, but you’ll waste your own time."

"It’s okay, long night, listening to stories isn’t bad."

Meanwhile.

At the Kyoto Hotel.

Little brother Xiao was much less composed than his boss’s unchanging demeanor, not drenched in sweat, but his shirt soaked through.

True.

While the boss Zhong Tingwang went in, he remained free to wander around the room.

He couldn’t contact the boss.

And even the driver was out of reach.

Obviously.

Something’s wrong.

If lacking this awareness, he might as well have wasted his time all these years.

The instant the boss ordered him to call the police, he felt it was very inappropriate. Whether his team confesses or not, if things reach the cops, it’ll escalate. However, the boss’s attitude was resolute, and he wouldn’t dare defy the boss’s will.

Indeed.

The boss didn’t return, no news, probably not coming back anytime soon.

Little brother Xiao was confused and frightened; he’d rather be inside now, sharing his boss’s fate. Being outside while the boss is inside—what will the boss think?

"Damn it!"

Little brother Xiao looked at the dim moon outside, deeply believing Kyoto was unlucky for him, uneasily aware of potential imminent trouble.

No way.

Must take action!

The boss won’t spare him otherwise.

After considering, little brother Xiao resolved fiercely, taking out his phone to boldly call Second Miss.

Even if something went wrong, it should target him first. Boss going in first is highly unusual.

Communicating with Second Miss is safest.

The call connected successfully.

Little brother Xiao suppressed his restlessness, speaking deferentially, even bending slightly with his waist.

Even though she can’t see him.

However, one’s speaking stance can be sensed.

"Second Miss, I’m with Mr. Zhong; Mr. Zhong seems to be in trouble."

After nerve-wracking silence, Second Miss’s calm voice came.

"Speak."

Little brother Xiao felt relieved, immediately retelling the entire event comprehensively, including the conflict at Kyoto Hotel.

Since that was the cause.

"Second Miss, tonight the boss went to visit Fourth Miss to bid farewell, but he hasn’t returned, and the accompanying people and driver are unreachable, clearly indicating trouble, and I’m hesitant to bother Fourth Miss..."

Little brother Xiao isn’t mindless.

Camps and positions are crucial.

For the former brightest star of the He Family, crowned by outsiders as the best successor of the Gambling King, back then Zhong Xiaoye was likely involved in street hustling, tonight’s planning must seem reckless to Second Miss.

But she said nothing.

Indeed.

To a henchman.

What’s there to say?

"I understand."

Little brother Xiao instinctively bent further, beginning to express gratitude, but on the other end, the call was already disconnected.