20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 589 The Final Case

The funeral was quickly finalized.

The cremation of the bodies was not only about Liu Yansheng, but also about several other brothers who died.

Jiang Lianheng is the boss, so naturally he cannot take care of everything. Although many of the grudges are not painful to him, he will not abandon his brothers.

That night, in the police station prison.

The sound of chains clattering suddenly awoke Wan Youyuan from his dream.

He sat up suddenly, moved forward, held the wooden fence with both hands, pressed his face into the gap, and looked at the gate eagerly with a look of panic.

But then a young jailer, carrying a box of food in his hand, walked in slowly, escorting a newcomer who was about thirty years old.

The two men passed by a row of cells, causing some commotion, and finally stopped in front of Wan Youyuan. The already dim cell immediately became even darker.

Wan Youyuan's heart tightened, he moved back twice and asked hurriedly, "What's going on?"

The jailer ignored him and removed the handcuffs and shackles of the new inmate. He then opened the cell door and pushed him in.

Wan Youyuan became anxious when he saw this, and said in a trembling voice: "Hey, this is a single room, right? I have paid for it with Inspector Huang before, if you don't believe me, go ask him."

"There are not enough cells, let's squeeze in first!" The jailer put down the food and locked the cell door. "Don't worry, he will only stay for one night, it won't be a problem!"

Unexpectedly, when Wan Youyuan saw the box of food, he panicked even more. He jumped up and reached out to grab the jailer's arm, but his hand was empty. So he shouted hurriedly: "Hey, brother, help me tell Inspector Huang that I still have money, I still have money..."

Before he finished speaking, a response came from the cells next door.

"Hey, are you in heat or are you annoyed? Why are you yelling in the middle of the night? Are you still asleep?"

"Watch your mouth, I'm Wan Youyuan!"

"I'm your father, shut up!"

There was a burst of laughter, and the cell was suddenly filled with a happy atmosphere.

When I looked at the jailer again, he had already walked far away. The door slammed shut with a clang, and everything soon became quiet.

As soon as the jailer left, Wan Youyuan felt as if a thorn was on his back and shivered all over. He turned around as if he had been electrocuted, stood against the wall, stared at the cellmate in front of him, then weighed his own body and finally became a little timid.

The newlywed was in no hurry. He sat down on the straw mat, stretched out his legs, and raised his chin at him.

"My last name is Yang, and your name is Wan Youyuan?"

"H-how do you know?"

"Didn't you just say that yourself?"

"Oh, yes, yes, I forgot."

Wan Youyuan was absent-minded. He kept glancing at the lunch box on the ground. He wanted to go over to take a look, but he didn't dare.

When Yang Lazi saw him, he kicked the lunch box over and asked, "Why did you come in?"

Wan Youyuan sat down slowly against the wall, reaching for the lunch box, but said, "I was wronged, framed, and used to take the blame."

"How many years is the sentence?"

"Ten or fifteen years."

"Fuck!" Yang Lazi sneered and asked, "You were wrongly accused and sentenced to fifteen years. If it's true, shouldn't you be sentenced to death?"

Wan Youyuan stopped talking and took the lunch box. He immediately opened the lid and pulled out two drawers. When he saw wine and meat, his eyes suddenly darkened.

It's over, it's too late to say anything.

He held the lid with both hands, frozen in mid-air, looking at the wine, meat and food with an indescribable disgust in his eyes, as if he was looking at offerings on a grave.

Then he suddenly turned his head and looked at Yang Lazi, his face turned frighteningly pale. He opened his mouth but could not speak.

"What, you can't eat it?"

Yang Lazi asked lazily while snapping his fingers.

Wan Youyuan was stunned and remained silent for a long time.

After about a cup of tea, he seemed to be enlightened. He looked down at the food and wine in the lunch box again. His eyes fixed on it, and suddenly he grabbed the roast chicken on the plate, opened his mouth wide, and started to eat it like a pig or a dog.

The way he ate was extremely awkward, even a little bit unbearable.

His cheeks bulged high, and the chicken bones rattled in his mouth. He swallowed them all whole, but was occasionally accompanied by bouts of dry heaves.

He ate too fast and accidentally choked, so he picked up the small wine jar, pulled out the cork, and gulped down a few mouthfuls. His neck thickened and then lengthened, and he forced the meat down without chewing it carefully.

"That's right, just take a couple of bites and it will be fine."

Yang Lazi turned his head to look outside the cell door and started muttering to himself.

"I used to have a buddy who was always a drinker. He could easily finish three bottles by himself. No one could drink more than him, and he loved drinking. But guess what? I've known him for so many years, and I've only had a drink with him once."

Wan Youyuan remained silent and continued to eat as if no one was around. He hummed and groaned like a pig digging for food, not acting like a human at all.

Yang Lazi didn't care and was still lost in his memories.

"There's nothing I can do. There are rules at home. You can't drink when you're doing things. Drinking can easily cause problems."

"Of course, there isn't that much work to do on weekdays. If he wants to drink, just have a few sips. The boss isn't asking him to stop drinking."

"But he always told me that our business is a life on the edge of a knife, and we have to stay sober at all times. If we drink too much, our brains will slow down, and our hands will also slow down. We never know when something goes wrong during work, and we will get ourselves killed. So, he gradually stopped drinking."

Wan Youyuan remained silent. He put down the roast chicken and picked up the braised fish to eat.

He dry heaved a few times and almost vomited it out, but then forced it back in.

Yang Lazi suddenly laughed.

"No wonder he drinks a lot. His body is there. He's tall and swaying. He's also very strong. His shoulders can destroy us. He's like a fucking animal. It's fucking scary."

"Really? Ordinary people can't beat him."

"One time, Lao Jie and I wrestled with him. We both threw him down, but we didn't even knock him down. How did he grow up?"

"Let me tell you this. If we just use fists and kicks, it will take at least four or five people to beat him to death. Even if we do, he'll be better than you in exchange for two men."

I have tried all ten fingers, but they can no longer make any sound.

Yang Lazi was pressing his knuckles so hard that they turned red. It was unclear who he was competing with.

"But I'm telling you, I'm actually mad at him, you big, stupid guy, why are you pretending? I haven't really fought him yet, but if I'm going to get serious, whether it's drinking or wrestling, do you think he's still a nobody?"

"I've already told him that his skills are no match for mine, so why is he pretending to be tough? Go home and sell sesame paste!"

"He still doesn't believe it, fuck it!"

As he said this, Yang Lazi suddenly turned his head and asked, "Hey, do you believe it?"

Wan Youyuan didn't say a word. He put down the braised fish and picked up the braised pork elbow to eat.

Yang Lazi picked up the lunch box lid and threw it over, hitting Wan Youyuan on the head, and shouted: "I'm talking to you!"

But Wan Youyuan was not concerned about anything else. He didn't care about being beaten. He just kept eating, using both hands, looking extremely embarrassed. Yang Lazi saw this and suddenly stood up and kicked the other man in the face.

Wan Youyuan was already frail, and after spending several days in jail, he was exhausted both physically and mentally, so naturally he had no energy to resist.

He was kicked, his body tilted, and his head hit the wall, but like a tumbler, he immediately turned over again, lay on the ground and started eating again.

"Fuck you, I asked you if you heard me!"

Yang Lazi grabbed Wan Youyuan's hair, swung his arm and threw a punch, which came down with a bang, followed by another jab, hitting him in the abdomen.

Wan Youyuan's mouth was full, and he took a punch that knocked out two of his canine teeth. He suddenly felt a cramp in his abdomen and curled up on the ground. Then he let out a "wow" and vomited out most of the fish he had just eaten.

At this moment, there were suddenly some cheers and encouragement coming from the neighboring cells.

"It's over, it's over, there's no more gold and silver!"

"My wife is ridden by thousands of people, and my son is begging on the roadside. Boss Wan is so lucky!"

"Aren't you arrogant? Why are you yelling? Go find Inspector Huang!"

Laughter came and went.

Although the crowd couldn't see it, they seemed to feel relieved by the sound, as if they were pushing down the wall when it fell.

In fact, there was no deep hatred between them during these days in the cell.

It’s just that Wan Youyuan used to be very rich and had a glorious life, but now he is down and out and even dying, so they are very happy and feel an inexplicable sense of relief.

In the cell, Wan Youyuan seemed to be irritated when he heard the shouting from next door.

He ignored the revelry of those rats and turned around to provoke Yang Lazi.

Wan Youyuan spat out the bloody residue and said with a strange laugh, "I know who you're talking about. I led some people to kill him... I stabbed him more than a dozen times. When he died, he was as cowardly as a woman and even knelt down to beg me!"

"Fuck you!"

Yang Lazi was so furious that he immediately squatted down and rode on Wan Youyuan, punching him left and right like rain.

In the blink of an eye, Wan Youyuan was beaten black and blue.

He wanted to deliberately provoke the other party and get a good deal out of it.

But he was wrong. Yang Lazi was unwilling to give up, so he immediately pried open Wan Youyuan's mouth, then picked up the plate, and with a "pop", he threw out a palm-sized piece of it and stuffed it into Wan Youyuan's mouth.

"Eat, I fucking told you to eat, eat!"

Pieces of sharp debris entered his throat, some big and some small, and he was struggling like a thousand-distance fish, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

With waves of groans and curses, the whole cell suddenly became restless.

The prisoners were pounding on the wooden fence, howling and screaming, extremely excited, like animals trapped in a cage...

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The next day, at the Lao Qingyun Hotel.

It was noon and Jiang Lianheng was sitting in the guest room after lunch. Zhao Guoyan had already started making arrangements for his return trip to Feng.

At this time, Li Jae-soon and Cui Yingzhen suddenly came to visit.

After chatting for a while in the room, Jiang Lianheng guessed the other party's intention and said, "Don't worry, your people are safe in Fengtian. If Miss Cui is in a hurry, I will send a telegram to tell my family and ask your brother to come to you as soon as possible."

Cui Yingzhen nodded repeatedly, her eyes full of gratitude.

Li Jae-soon was a little embarrassed.

When asked why, he said, "Nothing much, I just feel like we didn't seem to be of much help this time."

Jiang Lianheng waved his hand and said, "No matter how big or small the help is, as long as you have the intention, it's fine. I'm not that utilitarian. If I were, I might not help you even if you chopped off your hand, not to mention your ring finger. Besides, if I want to repay you, I can always find a chance."

Li Zaichun said with shame: "Yes, yes, blame me for judging others with my own mean heart."

"Don't talk so solemnly all the time, aren't you tired?"

Jiang Lianheng made a few jokes, trying to liven up the atmosphere which had been heavy for a long time.

You cannot look back when walking on a mountain road. The past is the past, and you have to look forward in the future.

Li Zaichun smiled twice, then shyly took out a cigarette box from his pocket, handed it over and said, "Mr. Jiang, I'm ashamed to say that we were already embarrassed enough, but this..."

Jiang Lianheng took the cigarette box, opened it and saw that it was empty. There were a few lines of small words written inside, about a dozen in total.

“Is this the new list?”

"Yes, yes, yes. I promise. This is the last time. It should...it shouldn't happen again."

"Shouldn't there be any more?" Jiang Lianheng laughed, "Then what's your promise? Okay, I'll take it. I'll go back to Fengtian in a couple of days to deal with it. If you need more in the future, you can still come to me."

Hearing this, Li Jae-soon and Cui Yingzhen looked at each other.

I was delighted and thanked him repeatedly.

"Is Mr. Jiang leaving?" Cui Yingzhen asked, "Before you leave, do you want to go to the Great World again? I'll treat you this time."

Jiang Lianheng thought for a moment and said, "Forget it. I'm not in the mood right now. I'll just have a quick meal when I have time."

The two agreed.

Jiang Lianheng added: "By the way, after I leave, Wen Tingge will take a few people to stay in Shanghai temporarily. If you have any difficulties or any news in Shanghai, you can contact him. Of course, you can also send a telegram directly to Fengtian, Zongheng Insurance Company."

After all, the important matter of intelligence cannot be forgotten.

The Korean provisional government was based in Shanghai, so naturally there was no shortage of spy work.

They might conceal some information about other warlords, but there is one piece of information that will never be false - that is the news about Xiao Dongyang.

In terms of the degree of hatred towards the East, Goryeo is probably even more hostile than the Far East.

As the three were talking, there was a knock on the door.

Li Zhengxi walked in, nodded, and said, "Brother, there's a gossip from the police station."

Hearing this, Li Zaichun and Cui Yingzhen looked at each other, then hurriedly stood up and said, "Mr. Jiang is still busy, so we won't disturb him for now."

Jiang Lianheng didn't say anything polite. He stood up and walked the two of them to the door, then went back into the house to wait.

Soon, Li Zhengxi came in with a bag and asked.

The gossiper was wearing a black windbreaker and a small hat. He looked to be about thirty-five or thirty-six years old, with a hooked nose and a square jaw. He said his surname was Zou.

He had obviously been reminded by the police, so his words and actions were extremely respectful. When he saw Jiang Lianheng, he took off his hat first and exchanged greetings for a long time before he explained his purpose.

"Mr. Jiang, that... the person that Nong Tuoala is looking for has now been found. Do you have time to go over and take a look?"

After hearing this, Jiang Lianheng immediately stood up and said yes. Somehow, his palms suddenly became sweaty and he felt inexplicably nervous.

(End of this chapter)