r18novel Chapter 118 Tasting the Queen of the Night
Chapter 118 Tasting the Queen of the Night
Chapter 118 Tasting the Queen of the Night
The two were intimately close, like lovers, but their words were full of hostility.
"What exactly do you want? No matter how well you handled the Mangzhen massacre, there are still many suspicious points. I cleaned up your mess, otherwise would you have gotten away so easily? Strictly speaking, we are even."
"A clean break?" Song Zhaowen seemed to have heard a joke: "Inspector Chen, that's not how you settle accounts. You used me as a knife to cut the hardest bone, and now that the knife is chipped and stained with blood that can't be washed off, you think you can just throw it back in the warehouse and pretend nothing happened? There's no such easy thing in the world."
He paused, savoring the barely concealed panic in the woman's eyes, and continued slowly, "The first time, you sent me to deal with Yuan Qingnan," he continued, "that guy's a lunatic, I almost became his collectible. The second time, in Mang Town, Cai Ba had over twenty guns around him, all desperate criminals. Where was the support you gave me? The location was sent out, but the helicopter won't arrive for a day! I'm relying on them fighting each other, a hail of bullets, it's really dangerous~"
Chen Jiaqi's lips moved, as if he wanted to defend himself, but he found himself unable to do so. What Song Zhaowen said was partly true; Chen Jiaqi had indeed used him as a chamber pot before.
"So?" She heard her own voice was a little dry. "You're going to kill me? Here?"
"Kill you?" Song Zhaowen tilted his head, revealing a truly wicked smile. "That's so boring. If I kill you, who will write that beautiful report for me? Who will continue to provide me with these opportunities to—'showcase my talents'?"
His hand finally moved, not to attack, but to gently pinch her chin. The pressure was light, yet it filled Chen Jiaqi with shame: "Inspector Chen, my 'reward' is simple. From today onward, our relationship will change."
"Wh--what do you mean?"
"It means, before, you held the string, letting me fly like a kite." Song Zhaowen leaned close to her ear, his breath hot. "From now on, the string is in my hand. When I need you, you have to be there; if there's dirty work, hard work, or good deeds suitable for a villain like me to do, you have to think of me; of course, you'll get all the benefits—the credit is yours, and the trouble is mine."
"What if I don't agree?"
"Ha, Inspector Chen, we're actually the same kind of people! People like us will seize any opportunity and climb the ladder no matter what. You've seen my skills, haven't you? If we work together, Inspector Chen, you'll have another badge in less than three years!"
Indeed, Chen Jiaqi is a very ambitious woman. Song Zhaowen's words were like a needle, precisely piercing through Chen Jiaqi's deepest desires.
As for Song Zhaowen, as his influence in the underworld continued to grow, the police station also needed its own people to protect him. Originally, he wanted to choose Huang Zhicheng as his partner, but after spending time with him, the female officer in front of him was a more suitable candidate. This woman was not stubborn in achieving her goals and had a brain that knew what she wanted.
Moreover, Chen Jiaqi, a former police officer, has far more connections in the police force than Huang Zhicheng.
Otherwise, how could a mere inspector have coordinated the assistance of the Flying Tigers in the Yuan Qingnan case? And the same goes for the Cai Ba case this time. The ability to coordinate between the mainland and Interpol is something an ordinary inspector would never have.
A week later.
Swedish international airport.
This week he was busy dealing with the $500 million account of Caiba, and it wasn't until today that he was able to gradually transfer the money to his newly opened offshore account.
As the saying goes, a horse won't get fat without night grass; this wave of wealth has made him incredibly rich. If his assets were publicly disclosed, Song Zhaowen's paper wealth might rank him among the top fifty in all of Hong Kong.
However, this money is a hot potato and cannot be used all at once, otherwise it would be impossible to explain how his wealth could have expanded so quickly, and it would attract unnecessary trouble.
Moreover, it's time to find a trustworthy person to manage his assets.
Hmm, his girlfriend's brother, Fong Chin-bo, is a good candidate.
Fang Zhanbo is talented, but he's a bit clueless.
A while ago, Meng Bo found him in Taipei and finally brought him back so he could reunite with his girlfriend Fang Ting. But Fang Zhanbo didn't stay at home for more than a few days before disappearing again. It seems he got into trouble in Taiwan and is hiding from people.
Song Zhaowen understood that his cheap brother-in-law wouldn't be able to calm down until he suffered a major setback.
A Boeing 777 takes off from Stockholm Airport.
Ten hours later.
Hong Kong International Airport.
At the entrance of Hong Kong International Airport.
A dozen or so black Mercedes-Benzes were lined up in a row, with a long Rolls-Royce Silver Spur sandwiched in the middle, its wheels gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Dozens of muscular men, all dressed in black suits, white shirts, and black ties, wearing sunglasses and with their hands behind their backs, stood like nails beside the car, exuding an intimidating aura. Passing passengers turned their heads and walked around them from a distance, while airport security guards were on high alert but dared not approach.
Feiji and Xiao Zhuoxiao stood at the very front. Since becoming the boss of Tin Shui Wai, Feiji had shaved his head, which was shiny and shiny. He stood with his arms crossed, his eyes scanning the surroundings like knives.
Xiao Zhuoxiao, on the other hand, was more refined. His eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were slightly narrowed, and he was playing with a Zippo lighter in his hand, opening and closing it with a crisp metallic sound.
Chen Luojun, Luo Tianhong, Ahua, and others stood a little further back.
"Here it comes!" Ahua, with sharp eyes, exhaled the cigarette butt and stubbed it out with his foot.
As Song Zhaowen emerged from the exit passage, dragging a small suitcase, he walked out unhurriedly. He wore a well-tailored dark gray suit, no tie, the top button of his shirt casually undone, and a pair of brown sunglasses on his face, a faint smile playing on his lips. Though he was alone, strolling leisurely, he seemed to exude the aura of a thousand troops.
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
Led by Fei Ji and Xiao Zhuoxiao, dozens of people bowed in unison, their voices loud and clear, drawing the attention of many.
Song Zhaowen walked closer, took off his sunglasses, and glanced at everyone. His gaze lingered on Feiji and Xiao Zhuoxiao's faces for a moment, then he looked at the familiar or newly joined faces behind him and nodded.
"Making such a big fuss, are you afraid the Zero Team won't see it?"
The plane grinned, revealing its gleaming white teeth: "Boss, we need to show those traitors and outsiders that you're back, and that our hearts aren't broken!"
Xiao Zhuoxiao pushed up his glasses and replied, "Boss, morale is key. The brothers have been holding back for a long time."
Song Zhaowen didn't say anything, but patted the plane on the shoulder and nodded to Xiao Zhuoxiao, which was considered his approval.
"Very good." Song Zhaowen then looked at Ahua, Chen Luojun, and Luo Tianhong: "Ahua, Luojun, Tianhong, I'm sorry to have troubled you while I was away."
"Of course, boss!" Ahua said with a grin.
Chen Luojun puffed out his chest: "Boss, we're waiting for you to come back and lead us to chop down those traitors!"
Song Zhaowen smiled, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the extended Rolls-Royce.
As soon as the car door opened, a warm and soft woman rushed into his arms.
"Husband!" Fang Ting's voice was choked with tears as she wrapped her arms tightly around Song Zhaowen's waist, buried her face in his chest, and her shoulders trembled slightly. She was wearing an elegant beige dress, and her hair was a little messy, indicating that she had come in a hurry.
"Brother-in-law!" Fang Min followed closely behind, her eyes red, and tightly gripped Song Zhaowen's arm as if afraid he would disappear again.
The girl's worry and dependence were written all over her face without any attempt to hide it.
Song Zhaowen was slightly taken aback, then a hint of warmth flashed in his eyes as he gently patted Fang Ting's back and ruffled Fang Min's hair.
"Alright, it's nothing, I'm back now, aren't I?" His voice was much gentler than usual. "In public, with so many people watching, aren't you ashamed?"
Fang Ting sniffed, looked up, her eyes red-rimmed, and glared at him reproachfully, "You still dare to talk! You've been gone for so long, and we couldn't get through on the phone. Do you know how worried we were? Amin hasn't been sleeping well and keeps having nightmares!"
Fang Min nodded vigorously, her voice nasal: "Brother-in-law, Ah Xiao and the others said you're going to do something big, it's very dangerous—we thought—"
"You thought I wasn't coming back?" Song Zhaowen finished her sentence for her, smiling with a hint of barely perceptible arrogance. "The King of Hell who can take me, Song Zhaowen, hasn't been born yet." He gently pushed the two women aside a little, looking them over carefully. "You've lost weight. Have you been eating poorly?"
"I have no appetite." Fang Ting couldn't help but gently punch him, but the force was weak.
Before he could finish speaking, his smooth lips were captured in Song Zhaowen's mouth. Song Zhaowen forcefully pried them open and savored them carefully.
The plane chuckled twice beside him, but Xiao Zhuoxiao nudged him with his elbow. The plane immediately straightened up, coughed, and turned to his men, hissing, "What are you looking at? Turn around! What's so interesting about the boss's family affairs!"
The henchmen quickly turned around in unison, facing outwards and with their backs to the car, their movements perfectly synchronized.