Chapter 63: Vicious And Ruthless Old Dog
“I heard you have a wife and kids…”
“Sha Jiu, Jianghu rules, those who mix in don’t involve family!” Bing Ye roared with a twisted face.
“Are you stupid? You’re dead, who would care about your wife and kids?” Sha Jiu sneered, then softened her tone to persuade:
“A woman with two kids and a large sum of money in hand—without me lifting a finger, others will target them. They strike harder than I do!”
“You don’t think they’re all good people, do you? Your wife can’t hold onto that money.”
“You trust them more than me? After all, I’m a woman too—women are always a bit kinder to women.”
“The money in their bank accounts, I definitely won’t touch—enough for them to live on for life. You still have a large sum of cash that can’t be deposited in the bank. Where is it?”
Sha Jiu spoke clearly: someone like Old Ghost Bing would definitely have a large sum deposited in some bank account, which she could leave for Old Ghost Bing’s wife and kids.
Besides that, he had a lot of shady cash that definitely wouldn’t be kept in a bank.
After more than ten seconds, Sha Jiu spoke again:
“You’re definitely not surviving, whether your wife and kids do depends on what you think.”
“Want me to go invite them over?”
“Sha Jiu!” Bing Ye first roared in anger, then laughed miserably: “Fine, I agree! You have to keep your word, or even if I die, I won’t let you go!”
“If you’re alive I can kill you, if you’re dead what can you do to me?” Sha Jiu sneered: “But don’t worry, I, Sha Jiu, always keep my word.”
Bing Ye gave out the three locations.
“There’s 13 million there. After you take it, don’t go after my wife and kids anymore.”
“Take people and go get the money.” Sha Jiu said to Chen Wujun.
“Use my car!”
Chen Wujun nodded and turned to go downstairs.
After Chen Wujun left, Bing Ye suddenly laughed: “I just said there’s 13 million there, but actually there’s 15 million. Guess if he’ll bring it all back or just 13 million?”
Sha Jiu immediately sneered: “Old dog, even at death’s door you try to sow discord. I guess there’s only 13 million there.”
“You probably don’t know, Jun Zai is my junior brother—we had the same master! Though our branch is all bold and reckless, among senior sister and junior brother from the same sect, this trust still exists.”
The relationship between Sha Jiu and Chen Wujun was known only to Ji Xiang and Kai Lun.
Even A Hao and the others didn’t know.
But now it couldn’t be hidden anymore—Chen Wujun used Swimming Dragon Palm just like Sha Jiu, and Beng Zui She knew it best and would definitely spread it around.
“Good, good, good, bold and reckless—you really have a great master!” Bing Ye laughed miserably and said repeatedly, then shut his mouth and said no more.
Chen Wujun arrived at the intersection with his men; Sha Jiu’s car was waiting there.
“Go to Lai Chi Kok, Lan Xiu Street.”
Chen Wujun watched the scenery outside the window flash by rapidly, his mind constantly thinking over everything that happened today.
Unfortunately, Beng Zui She got away—that’s trouble.
Senior Sister might not care, but he still had to watch out.
Where could this guy run to?
Also, Senior Sister was very angry after taking Xin Ye’s call… probably related to Bing Ye’s loan shark companies.
Neon lights and high-rises on both sides kept flashing past Chen Wujun’s eyes, getting more prosperous; the road was wide all the way, lined with high-rises, a world of bright lights and revelry, completely different from the rundown Walled City.
There was a hint of longing and greed in Chen Wujun’s eyes.
This was what he had always yearned for.
Especially the place where Bing Ye hid his money: Mei Foo Sun Chuen Phase 6 in Lai Chi Kok, a typical upscale community where everyone was well-dressed and polite.
It was said a 500-600 sq ft house there cost over a million; his earliest wish was to have a unit in such a community.
Actually, it was a middle-class community, with residents mainly high-level professionals like doctors and lawyers.
But in the eyes of Walled City people, it was an upscale community.
After half an hour, the vehicle slowed near a row of high-rises; Chen Wujun scanned around, then signaled the driver to park.
Chen Wujun took his men out of the car and directly entered a loan shark company.
“Brother Jun!” The people here were A Hao’s henchmen.
Chen Wujun took his men to the back storage room and found two old safes in the corner.
Using the code Bing Ye gave, he opened the safe; inside were all sorts of old ledgers.
Chen Wujun reached in and pulled the ledgers to the ground; inside, aside from a key, it was empty.
He reached in again and felt around, finally finding a thin wire; he yanked it hard, pulling out a section of the back iron plate, then yanked harder to remove the plate entirely, revealing stacks of cash bricks behind it.
The old accounts and bad debts outside were just camouflage.
“Brother Jun, so much?” A Fei saw the money inside and his eyes lit up.
“Go find two bags!” Chen Wujun said to A Fei on the side, then opened the other safe, which also hid stacks of cash bricks behind.
By the time A Fei packed all the money into bags, it was three million in cash.
Then Chen Wujun took a key and led his men into Mei Foo Sun Chuen Phase 6.
“You are…” The security guard saw the group didn’t look like residents and immediately came to ask.
Without Chen Wujun saying anything, a henchman pushed the inquiring security guard back into the security room.
“We’re here to handle some business. You earn two or three thousand a month—no need to ask for trouble.” Chen Wujun tossed out the words, then took his men up to Unit E on the 12th floor of Building 23.
After opening the door and entering, they went to the bedroom; he took down a wedding photo of unknown people from the wall, revealing the safe behind it. Opening it revealed more stacks of cash bricks.
“Brother Jun, six million here!” A Fei’s throat moved.
“Take it, we’re going to the next place.” Chen Wujun’s heart was also burning.
Nine million—he’d never seen more than a few tens of thousands in his life.
Then Chen Wujun went to another residential area, this time pulling a bag of money out from a washing machine in an empty house.
“Count how much!” Chen Wujun took a cigarette from A Fei and lit it up; luckily, none of these three places had issues.
His heart was now somewhat fired up: 13 million, plus those loan shark IOUs—who knew how much he’d end up with.
Until A Fei’s words snapped him awake.
“Brother Jun, five million here.”
“Nine million plus five million is…” Chen Wujun thought for a moment and calculated it.
“14 million.”
Then Chen Wujun’s movements suddenly froze.
“14 million?”
Wasn’t it 13 million?
“Brother Jun, what’s wrong?” A Fei saw Chen Wujun’s expression change and asked.
“Go wait aside!” Chen Wujun took a deep breath, his expression flickering uncertainly.
Old Ghost Bing clearly said 13 million—why suddenly an extra million?
A greedy thought suddenly rose in his heart: he wanted to pocket that million.
But he suppressed that greed in an instant.
“No… Old Ghost Bing is sowing discord! This old bastard deserves to die! He’ll definitely tell Senior Sister. If I bring back 13 million, it won’t be clear.”
“Even if I swear it was 13 million, Senior Sister might still suspect.”
“One million is a lot… but what I have now, and what I’ll have after the gambling battle… can’t be bought for one million.”
In Chen Wujun’s imagination, what he could have was worth far more than this one million.
Chen Wujun smoked half a cigarette, his expression gradually calming.
“Let’s go, take the money back!”
The group got back in the car and returned to the Walled City; Chen Wujun and A Fei brought the bags of money back to Jin Di Finance.
“How’d it go, smoothly?” Sha Jiu sat in a chair smoking.
Chen Wujun’s gaze swept over Bing Ye on the floor, with a hint of killing intent in his eyes: “Smoothly, but this old thing wasn’t honest. The money wasn’t 13 million, it was 14 million.”
Hearing that number, Sha Jiu’s gaze narrowed slightly.
Bing Ye suddenly laughed.
His eyes were blind, his face full of blood; this laugh was like a malicious ghost.
“I didn’t…” Before Bing Ye could finish, the pen on Sha Jiu’s table suddenly shot like an arrow into his neck.
Bing Ye’s words turned instantly into a miserable groan.
Sha Jiu walked out from behind the table, looked down at Bing Ye, then lifted her foot and stepped on the steel pen.
The steel pen instantly pierced through Bing Ye’s neck.
“This old dog can’t even be honest when dying!” Sha Jiu said ferociously.
