Chapter 298: Someone’s Bullying Me
“Yo, who would’ve thought, you’re pretty loyal.”
Cao Weida couldn’t help laughing. He hadn’t expected that Kui Biao actually knew Fu Decheng was killed because of him.
But even if he knew, so what? Not to mention Fu Decheng’s grave grass was already a yard high, even if Fu Decheng came back to life now, he was confident he could kill him again!
He, Cao Weida, was no longer the same as before. To deal with a small fry like Fu Decheng, he no longer needed to play borrow a knife to kill.
“Hmph, people in jianghu rely on loyalty!” Kui Biao’s attitude didn’t soften at all, sticking out his neck and saying:
“You killed my big brother and cut off my livelihood. Killing you is only right!”
“I gave you face, didn’t I!” Treating this old man like a fool to fool?
Cao Weida’s face turned cold, and he slapped him hard.
‘Pa’!
The sound was crisp and loud, clearly with considerable force. This was still Cao Weida holding back, otherwise one slap could dislocate his neck.
Before Kui Biao could recover from his stunned state, he was grabbed by the hair and dragged over.
Cao Weida’s cold gaze scraped across his face like a biting blade in winter, hurting him:
“You really think you’re some loyal hero?”
“Since you don’t cherish the chance I gave you, I’ll let you taste the interrogation room!”
“I hope your mouth is as tough as your words, don’t disappoint me!”
“Little Ear, take him to the interrogation room in the office, ‘take good care’ of him.”
“Remember, don’t damage his tongue. I want to hear him say with his own mouth who wanted to kill me!”
“Big Brother Cao, rest assured, I’ll make him confess even when he was still wetting the bed!” Little Ear grinned ferociously. Cao Weida was his big brother!
All their brothers had soared to success thanks to Big Brother Cao!
This bastard Kui Biao dared to assassinate Cao Weida. If he didn’t entertain him well, he’d be letting down Big Brother Cao’s care and trust all this time!!
The result was obvious: Kui Biao’s mouth was far less tough than his words. Before many torture instruments were even used, Kui Biao spilled everything, even confessing when he was still wetting the bed.
The next morning, Cao Weida got up refreshed. With the two women carefully serving him, he put on his clothes.
He took a key from his pocket and handed it over:
“Caomao Hutong number eight. From now on, you two live there. I’ll arrange a car to send you later. Pack up early.”
The two women were both surprised and a bit disappointed.
Surprised because Cao Weida gave them the key, which meant preliminary recognition.
Disappointed because they didn’t move into Sesame Hutong.
But it was only a moment of disappointment. The two women excitedly hugged Cao Weida and kissed him repeatedly, wishing they could melt into his body.
If not for needing to go clock in and calculate slacking points.
When Cao Weida arrived at the office in a good mood, Little Ear handed him a signed and fingerprinted confession.
In this confession, the words ‘Director Song’ were circled twice in red pen.
“So it was him.”
This result didn’t surprise him. That bastard Director Song had the motive and ability to commit the crime.
If it were anyone else, he might have succeeded.
Unfortunately, he underestimated Cao Weida, who caught the killer on the spot.
This meant that bastard Song Yusheng was now on the defensive.
After pondering for a moment, Cao Weida decisively left the district office and headed to the police station.
Cao Weida was the director of the district office. Though his rank was much lower than Director Song’s, that’s not how it was calculated.
Cao Weida was openly Ono Shiota’s man!
In terms of rank, Ono Shiota’s consultant position really didn’t match Song Yusheng’s director post.
But don’t forget, Beiping was now in Japanese hands. Though Song Yusheng counted as someone among Chinese people, in front of Ono Shiota, he really wasn’t a big shot.
Eating a dumb loss wasn’t Cao Weida’s style. Since the killer was caught, he naturally had to go to his ‘backer’ for justice.
In Ono Shiota’s office, two slowly smoking cigarettes were held between their fingertips.
After hearing Cao Weida’s report, Ono Shiota said with anger on his face: “Cao Sang, you’re sure Kui Biao confessed it was Director Song?”
Cao Weida showed fear and hatred on his face. “I’ve verified it repeatedly. Kui Biao’s confession matches the secret letter found at his home perfectly.”
“And Kui Biao also confessed that Director Song promised to give him a large sum of money after success and send him to Tianjin for a good errand.”
I, Cao Weida, work for you, Ono Shiota. After doing the job, I faced revenge from others. You have to show something, right?
He was now playing the role of a little brother bullied by others, coming to big brother for help.
He was just short of looking at Ono Shiota tearfully and saying, ‘Boss, look how pitiful I am. Someone bullied me, you have to stand up for me.’
Ono Shiota nodded. He definitely had to back Cao Weida on this.
Not to mention how tightly their interests were bound now, just that Cao Weida was his most trusted subordinate on the surface, he had to step up.
If he ignored this and others found out, who would sincerely work for him later?
Oh, you whored with Cao Weida before, he worked for you, and ended up revenged by others, yet you’re unmoved. So ruthless and cold-blooded. If I follow you, will my end be worse than Cao Weida’s?
Who the hell would sincerely work for you then? Better look out for yourself first.
Ono Shiota’s brain wasn’t the smartest, but definitely not stupid. He understood this reason.
So, anger appeared on his face, acting very furious, slamming the table: “Song Yusheng has too much courage. On the surface, so respectful to the Great Japanese Empire, but behind my back, trying to touch my man!!”
He said righteously: “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely stand up for you on this!”
“What audacity!!”
Cao Weida sneered inwardly. Actually, coming to complain this time, he hadn’t expected Ono Shiota to kill Director Song for him.
Because he knew it was impossible.
These puppet government high officials were the face of Japanese rule in Beiping. Touching them would only bring more trouble and suspicion, harmful to Japanese rule in Beiping.
Especially at this stage. From yesterday to now, the 10th Regiment of the Jin-Cha-Ji Military Region fought three times a day in the Changping Thirteen Mausoleums Area, dismantling the Japanese puppet army’s Jingling and Zhaoling outposts, killing and wounding over a hundred Japanese puppet soldiers, capturing over forty.
This news had spread through Beiping City’s government high levels, leaving many uneasy.
Now many in Beiping City were restless, so no big moves could be made.
He said this just to appease him.
Of course, Ono Shiota wouldn’t do nothing. If there was no movement at all, where would his face be?
Sure enough, after these words, the anger in Ono Shiota’s eyes faded a bit. “Right now, immediately escort Kui Biao to the military police. To the outside, say he’s an anti-Japanese element, already executed on the spot.”
“As for Director Song, tomorrow morning, go to his residence to visit under the pretext of reporting on public order, bringing two reliable men.”
Saying this, he leaned over, took a palm-sized brocade box from the drawer, opened it, revealing a bronze badge engraved with ‘Police Department’, and handed it over: “Give this to Song Yusheng’s butler. Tell him Ono Shiota is very ‘concerned’ about his recent ‘health’.”
He emphasized ‘concerned’ and ‘health’ in tone. Any sharp-eyed person would know this wasn’t real concern, but a warning.
Cao Weida took the brocade box and immediately understood the meaning.
As long as Song Yusheng wasn’t stupid, he should know his conspiracy had been exposed.
The meaning was simple: if he dared have any more ideas, his end would be the same as Kui Biao’s.
Though it wasn’t suitable for big moves against these traitors now, if provoked repeatedly, even the little devils would have to handle it.
Appeasement had to come with deterrence.
If not obedient, the little devils wouldn’t mind using him as the chicken to scare the monkeys!
“At next week’s public order reinforcement meeting, I’ll have Song Yusheng give the main report. I want to see if, while saying ‘loyal to the Emperor’ on stage, he’ll remember how the killer he sent was captured by you.”
This was an account for the grievance Cao Weida suffered.
This old man owes you this much account?
What’s the use of just accounting!
Cao Weida cursed inwardly, but he also knew the current situation. The Japanese couldn’t rashly deal with Song Yusheng. No rush, he hadn’t planned to kill Song Yusheng with one stick today anyway.
There’s a long way to go.
In a good mood, Cao Weida headed home. Though it didn’t meet his expectations, he was fairly satisfied with the result.
“Speaking of, it’s been several days since I visited Professor Luo. I haven’t completed the promised matter yet.”
Reader: Are you going to see Professor Luo? I don’t even want to point out your dirty thoughts.
As he passed an alley entrance, a burst of light giggles drifted to his ears, mixed with a woman’s slightly urgent and angry retort.
That voice was light and floating, somewhat familiar.
His heart stirred, and he quickly walked into the alley.
At the end of the alley, under an old locust tree, three thugs in short outfits with open jackets had a girl surrounded.
The leader was a triangular-eyed one, with a malicious smile on his face, reaching to brush the girl’s forehead bangs:
“Little beauty, come drink a couple with brother. Better than wandering around here.”
The girl dodged sideways, spine straight. Cao Weida saw at a glance it was Luo Mengyun, whom he’d just been thinking of!
Her suspender skirt was stained with dirt, clutching a cloth bag tightly, knuckles white, voice trembling but refusing to yield: “Please let me pass. I want to go home!”
“Go home?” The triangular-eyed thug leaned in, bumping her arm, hand reaching for the cloth bag:
“What’s the rush? Brothers will play with you.”
“Looking all literary, are you a female student? Perfect, brothers like cultured ones.”
Luo Mengyun shrank back in fright, but was blocked by another short fat thug.
Panic flashed in her eyes, but she still bit her lip, refusing to bow.
Seeing this, Cao Weida’s eyes darkened, towering rage exploding in his chest.
Not to mention Luo Mengyun was a woman he fancied, even if not, he wouldn’t stand by for such a thing.
“TMD, such a thing happening in my jurisdiction!”
“Looks like the jurisdiction’s public order needs a good cleanup!”
Cursing inwardly, he silently charged out.
The triangular-eyed thug was smug when suddenly his vision went black. Before reacting, an iron clamp-like hand gripped his throat.
Cao Weida’s eyes were icy as January frost, hand force suddenly increasing. The triangular-eyed thug struggled to breathe, face turning pig liver color, legs kicking nonstop.
The other two Henan bastards clearly hadn’t expected the sudden change, freezing in place. By the time they reacted, their brother was already rolling his eyes.
The short fat thug shouted ‘ah’, screeching as he grabbed a wooden stick from the wall corner and smashed at Cao Weida’s back.
Such a sneak attack was like showing off an axe to Northern Fist Grandmaster.
Without turning his head, his other idle hand backhanded a slap across the short fat thug’s face. With a crisp ‘pa’, the short fat thug spun in place and thudded to the ground.
The short fat thug now looked miserable, mouth full of blood, teeth loose, eyes dazed, clearly stunned.
And this was Cao Weida holding back, not full force.
Otherwise, with his top-tier physique’s power, a full slap could twist the short fat thug’s neck 360 degrees!
Of course, not out of kindness, but because Luo Mengyun was there. He didn’t want her seeing too bloody a scene.
The third crooked-mouth thug was scared soulless and turned to run.
Cao Weida snorted coldly. Bullied his people and thought to run?!
Right leg lifted, he fiercely kicked the crook of his knee.
A crisp ‘crack’, accompanied by the crooked-mouth thug’s heart-wrenching scream, he thudded to his knees.
Cao Weida stepped forward, grabbed his hair, and smashed his face hard into the wall.
‘Dong~’
A muffled thud, and the crooked-mouth thug slumped like a dead dog.
Done with two, Cao Weida released the triangular-eyed thug’s throat, letting him clutch his neck and cough violently.
Before he could catch his breath, Cao Weida’s fists rained down on him like thunderbolts, targeting ribs, lower abdomen, places of intense pain.
“Ah~~ spare me”
Facing the plea, Cao Weida ignored it, eyes growing deeper.
The triangular-eyed thug’s screams grew weaker, finally just whimpering, body curled into a ball, like a shrimp.
At that moment, a slender hand grabbed his clothes corner: “Cao Weida, stop hitting. You’ll kill him.”
