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That day after Wang Qiang woke up, he knew he had wronged her and held her in his arms to comfort her for a long time.
Lin Yan took the opportunity to inquire about some news regarding the delivery three days later.
“At eleven o’clock at night, Tiger will come. Aren’t we supposed to be bringing in a batch of alcohol? The goods will come in with the alcohol delivery truck, face-to-face transaction.”
Lin Yan didn’t know if Pei Jinhong had ever seen “Tiger” before, which made her hesitate for a while before speaking up.
Wang Qiang thought she was scared and softly said: “Don’t worry, that day Brother Hu pointed a gun at you because he had no choice. Since the undercover has already been killed by Liu Zhi, there’s no need to worry anymore. Besides, if he really tries to harm you, Brother Wang will also protect you.”
Lin Yan, acting coquettishly, nestled into his arms: “Brother Wang is always good to me.”
Seeing Brother Wang’s face showing pleasure, Lin Yan continued: “It’s a rare big scene, I also want to experience it. Besides, our stock is almost running out.”
As she spoke, she fidgeted restlessly in his arms, yawning and crying, looking exactly like someone suffering from drug withdrawal.
Brother Wang laughed heartily: “Okay, let’s do as you say. This time there’s good stuff, let’s get some to try!”
Noticing it was getting late, Brother Wang still had another troubled little fairy in mind, so he planned to leave.
“You’re injured, right? Rest up, I’ll make arrangements.”
Lin Yan sneered internally, guessing it was to arrange a tryst with Chen Fang.
Deep down, she was disgusted by it, but her face showed nothing.
“Brother Wang, you should also rest early.”
Brother Wang nodded, dressed, and left. As soon as he was out the door, he eagerly asked a waiter where Chen Fang’s room was.
Liu Zhi was carrying drinks through the hallway when he heard a voice from the crack of a door.
“Ouch, my little darling, you’ve suffered.”
Chen Fang sobbed, “Sister Hong wants to punish me, how dare I say a word against her?”
Wang Qiang lifted her onto the bed, “Tsk, to be honest, I also don’t really like her, too domineering. But you know we have been together for many years, she has a lot of people under her, it’s not easy to just…”
Chen Fang’s crying became intermittent, “Tell me, who do you really like?”
The voice was quite urgent, “My little darling, of course, I still like you, young, beautiful, and soft like water.”
There were also jokes between the two and some complaints about Pei Jinhong.
Liu Zhi couldn’t listen anymore, his fingers holding the tray turned white, and he turned around and left with big steps.
Song Yuhang came out of the restroom, turned to the staircase, and was about to step up when someone stopped her.
“Hello, the second floor is for VIPs only, you need a senior member to lead and a spending of over a million to enter.”
The waiter in a suit and leather shoes looked at her warily, with a walkie-talkie attached to his waist, and his trouser pocket was bulging, possibly hiding some other weapon.
Other waiters wandering not far away also gathered around.
Song Yuhang took a step back, not intending to confront them head-on, and thereby missed the opportunity to meet with Lin Yan.
“Sorry, I went the wrong way. Your place is too big. Where is the exit?”
The waiter pointed the direction for her: “Let me escort you out.”
“No need.” Song Yuhang waved her hands repeatedly. When she passed the booth where she had been before, she glanced inside, and it was empty.
Duan Cheng and the others must have left earlier. She felt relieved, allowing the waiter to follow her from a distance, until he stopped once he saw her out the door.
A group of people gathered in the car.
Song Yuhang holding the steering wheel: “They are all very alert, the hallways are full of CCTV, and there are many waiters. Rather than say their service is omnipresent, it’s more like surveillance is everywhere. This nightclub must have some issues.”
Duan Cheng also nodded: “Not long after you left, people kept coming to ask us to order. If we didn’t order drinks, they wouldn’t leave. More and more people came, and we were afraid of getting beaten up, so we left first.”
Song Yuhang handed over the membership card she had casually taken to Fang Xin: “After all, it’s a hundred thousand yuan, better return it to them.”
Fang Xin nodded, understanding her intention, took the membership card, got off the car, and walked towards the entrance of the Huange nightclub, and handed it to the staff of the venue.
“I found this not far from the intersection ahead, saw your venue’s logo on it, please return it to the owner, thank you.”
The other party was startled, flipped it over to confirm, and by then, Fang Xin had already walked far away.
After dropping the three of them off at their homes, Song Yuhang also drove back to her own house.
She entered the door, put down her backpack, washed her hands, and then returned to the incense table to light three sticks of incense and inserted them; staring at Lin Yan’s photo for a while, she wiped the non-existent dust over and over again before gently putting it down.
Song Yuhang returned to her own room, locked the door, and sat cross-legged in front of the whiteboard to start folding origami cranes. This thing might seem simple, but when she first started folding, either a side was missing or a corner was lacking, and the wings couldn’t be lifted properly. Only after folding many did she slowly get the hang of it.
In the time it took to smoke a cigarette, an origami crane as lifelike as it could be was already folded. Song Yuhang unscrewed the cap of a glass bottle, using the same one her mom gave her that day. The paper cranes she brought back from Qingshan Villa were not many, only half a bottle.
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Every time Lin Yan dissected a body, she would fold an origami crane to pray for the deceased. Now, Song Yuhang, following her example, folds an origami crane every day, and the mouth of the bottle was nearly full.
But the forensic lady she loved, oh, she would never come back again.
Song Yuhang wiped the corner of her eye with her hand and took out a cigarette from the box to light it, thinking about going to the supermarket one of these days to buy a few more glass bottles.
She was planning this when the doorbell rang. Song Yuhang tensed up and glanced at the monitor next to her, only to see a delivery guy standing at the door. She then breathed a sigh of relief and got up to open the door.
“Hello, your meal is here. Please enjoy.”
“Thank you.”
Song Yuhang carried the meal box back but suddenly seemed to remember something as she stared at the delivery receipt.
That’s right, everyone needs to eat, even drug lords. Since the Huange Nightclub is a place of entertainment that sells alcohol and has snacks on the menu, they must have their own supply channels.
Catching these channels is like grabbing their lifelines, possibly no less than what she could gain by going in openly.
Song Yuhang put the meal box on the table, couldn’t care less about eating, picked up her keys, and went out again.
This time, she didn’t scare the snake by beating the grass; she drove around the Huange Nightclub and found a back door in an alley behind the street. People in work clothes were coming out to throw away the trash from time to time.
Song Yuhang made a mark on the map, she parked her car at the entrance of the alley and secretly observed everything.
When the hour hand of the watch pointed to eleven, a van marked “Fei Xun Logistics” slowly passed by her.
Song Yuhang instantly braced up.
With a light “squeak,” the back door opened, and out came several workers, holding ledgers probably to check the quantity.
The van driver came down to sign, the doors opened, and boxes of alcoholic beverages were carried inside.
Song Yuhang tapped her fingertips on the steering wheel; the process was quite standard, with no abnormalities.
After the handover was completed, a worker counted the money and handed it over to the driver right there. The driver, nodding and bowing, took the money and left.
Song Yuhang gently stepped on the gas and followed the logistics vehicle ahead.
Early in the morning, the community hospital wasn’t crowded.
Lin Yan quickly got a number and queued up to enter the consultation room.
Liu Zhi, ordered by Wang Qiang, followed close by her side.
The doctor wanted her to take off her clothes for an easier dressing change. Lin Yan gave him a look, hesitated, then pulled down half of her sleeve, revealing her fair and smooth shoulder.
Liu Zhi’s face turned red, and he stepped back: “Sister-in-law, I’ll wait outside.”
Lin Yan lightly nodded, giving him a look full of charm.
Liu Zhi left the door slightly ajar, standing at the entrance.
At this distance, no matter what was said, he could hear it all.
The doctor asked her some common questions, then began to make small talk: “How long did it take for you to get here? You arrived quite early.”
“Hmph, stuck in traffic, took more than twenty minutes, left before it was light.”
“Is that so? Now not only are doctors working hard, but patients also have a tough time getting seen. Come on, lift your arm.”
Liu Zhi peered through the crack in the door, the doctor was treating her wound with a cotton swab, Lin Yan bit her lower lip, her profile as pale and luminous as jade in the morning sunlight.
He then turned his face back.
“Alright, when you go back, don’t let the wound get wet, avoid vigorous exercise, come on time for dressing changes, and seek medical attention promptly if you feel unwell.”
The doctor gently guided her up, Lin Yan got up, slipping the small note she had clenched in her sweaty palm into his hand.
“Okay, thank you.”
She said, quickly retracting her hand, donned her clothes, and Liu Zhi pushed the door open, helping her out.
After the two of them left, the doctor opened the door to check the corridor, put up a “Do Not Disturb” sign, turned around to lock the door, and opened the note.
Lin Yan had written in crooked letters: “In two days, transaction at the Huange Nightclub, big shot involved.”
With the transaction date approaching, the atmosphere at the Huange Nightclub also quietly tensed up, with many more staff added upstairs and downstairs.
As soon as Pei Jinhong returned, Liu Zhi was called away.
Wang Qiang was sitting on the couch, smoking, holding the delicate Chen Fang in his arms, and he didn’t avoid this in front of his brothers.
“What did Jinhong do going out this morning?”
Liu Zhi lowered his head: “Went to see a doctor.”
“Was it the same hospital she went to before?”
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Liu Zhi nodded: “Yes.”
“What did she say to the doctor?”
Liu Zhi thought for a moment: “Didn’t say much, mentioned something about traffic congestion in the morning, and came out in less than five minutes.”
Wang Qiang took a puff of his cigar: “Okay, got it, you can go down now.”
Liu Zhi slowly turned back, looking at the woman in his arms, and then at his elder brother.
“Brother, you had me follow Sister Hong, do you not trust her?”
Wang Qiang snorted, extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, and stood up to straighten the shoulders of his suit.
“Trust is there, of course, but your Sister Hong is too smart, have to guard against, besides, brothers are like limbs, women are like clothes, clothes, well, will have to be changed sooner or later.”
“Alright, the transaction date is also pressing, you go busy, if there’s any movement from her, report it all to me.”
Liu Zhi bowed slightly, turned, and left, but secretly clenched his fists.
“Shang shi.”
“Jiang.”
As the pieces landed on the Xiangqi board, the outcome between black and red was clear.
The elder chuckled lightly, just as Kubo and the camouflage man walked in.
“Supreme Lord, everything is ready,” said the camouflage man.
“Tiger is here, huh.” The elder scattered the Xiangqi pieces on the board and shakily stood up.
Kubo helped him sit comfortably on the sofa.
Lin Ge took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and snickered, “I just don’t understand, why make it so complicated? If you suspect, killing them off would solve it.”
Kubo also lit a cigarette for the elder, whose murky eyes were full of bloodshot veins, and his face covered in wrinkles and scars, appeared even more sinister and dreadful under the light sliced by the rotating ceiling fan.
“You’re still young. Killing a person is easy, but then it’s hard to manage and maintain a vast network of relationships.”
The elder known as “Supreme Lord” let out a long sigh, “Right, who did you say was the undercover last time?”
Tiger respectfully bowed his head, “A person under Wang Qiang’s command.”
The old man blew a smoke ring, and in the swirling smoke, he laughed, revealing a set of yellow teeth with gaps, looking both sinister and cunning.
“Is that so? I’m really looking forward to it.”
Saying this, as if remembering something, he shakily pointed his hand towards a box on the ground.
“This time, I also brought you something good, try it.”
Tiger opened it and was immediately overjoyed.
A whole row of neatly arranged test tubes, enough for him to use for a month.
He knew this was Supreme Lord trusting him, and immediately knelt down to kowtow deeply.
“Thank you, Supreme Lord!”
Lin Ge disdainfully curled his lip, throwing the Xiangqi piece into the board.
The old man’s gaze turned to him, “Right, how are preparations on your side?”
Lin Ge stood up, “Don’t worry. Also, don’t send people to find me when it’s unnecessary, I don’t have the time.”
A flicker of displeasure passed over the elder’s face, Kubo lifted his foot to follow, but was stopped by a hand gesture.
“Supreme Lord, he…”
“Enough, enough, as long as it doesn’t affect the overall situation, let him be.”
The elder sighed deeply, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
After serving Supreme Lord to rest, Kuba and Tiger walked out together.
Tiger: “What kind of person is that Mr. Lin, being so rude to the boss, yet Supreme Lord doesn’t even get angry?”
Kuba glanced at him, saying in his awkward Mandarin.
“I… don’t know, Lord hasn’t said.”
This person has always been a taciturn type, you can’t knock a fart out of him with a stick.
Tiger gave up, patted his shoulder, and left.
“That’s it, I won’t waste words with you. I’m going to hurry back and enjoy my feast.”
Then Kuba chuckled, “Give me a few, give me a few, craving, craving…”
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Song Yuhang watched the logistics truck drive back into the suburban industrial park.
She parked her car on the outskirts, waited for people to walk away, quietly climbed over the wall, and quickly jumped down into the shadows before the searchlight came over.
She walked along the wall, and several staff members holding flashlights came towards her, patrolling back and forth.
Song Yuhang quickly hid inside a container, lightened her breathing, almost blending into the darkness.
She looked out through the cracks in the container.
The staff members wearing safety helmets patrolled back and forth, the light from their flashlights sweeping over her eyebrows and eyes.
Song Yuhang hid further inside.
“That’s odd, I clearly saw someone just now.”
“You must be seeing things, let’s go, let’s go, it’s too hot, let’s hurry back and turn on the air conditioner.”
The staff member wearing the safety helmet was pulled away by a companion, and Song Yuhang again pressed her eyes to the crack.
Tonight the moon is very round, she clearly saw a familiar logo on the backs of those two workers’ uniforms.
Memories came flooding back.
Tracing back to the day she first met Lin Yan, the business card handed over by the butler.
“If there are any problems, call this number and contact us to resolve it.”
She remembered, the hemispherical logo on the workers’ uniforms was exactly the same as the Jingtai Group logo on that hot-stamped business card!
Song Yuhang’s pupils suddenly contracted.