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Zhong Kui's Diary
This is a luxurious lounge, with an area of almost one hundred square meters. I, along with Brother Fatty and Zeng Xian, are sitting on a genuine leather sofa in the middle, drinking tea, while Zeng Xian's two subordinates are sitting far away at the door, smoking and chatting.
"Brother Xian, what's going on? Why so mysterious?" I asked with a smile as I took the cigarette Zeng Xian handed me, lit it, and took a long drag.
"Didn't Boss Tang assign me a task the other night?" Zeng Xian raised his eyebrows at me. "You don't remember?"
I thought for a moment and was suddenly surprised. "You mean, you're going to trouble that police station chief?"
"Exactly," Zeng Xian chuckled.
"Isn't it just about beating him up? Why make it so mysterious?" I felt a bit frustrated, thinking it was something good.
"Ghost Brother, you're included in this too," Zeng Xian paused for a moment before laughing. "Besides, it's not just about beating him up."
I recalled that he did say something like that at the time and rubbed my nose, laughing. "So you called us here because that chief is at this spa?"
"Haha, Dong Xiaocheng isn't here; his wife is," Zeng Xian said with a strange smile on his face.
"Dong Xiaocheng? Is he the chief? What do you mean his wife is here?" I was completely confused.
"That's right, Dong Xiaocheng is the chief," Zeng Xian grinned. "After receiving Boss Tang's mission, I immediately took action and had someone follow Dong Xiaocheng to study his routine, planning to find the best opportunity to beat him up, humiliate him, torment him..."
"Stop, stop!" I quickly interrupted Zeng Xian. "Come on, you're part of the Mafia; just rush in and beat him up directly. Why follow and study? Are you trying to ruin the Mafia's reputation? Does Tang the Elder know about this?"
"Ghost Brother, you don't understand. The days of quick revenge are long gone. Now we emphasize reasoning and virtue. Even as Mafia members, we need to have a legitimate reason for our actions. Don't believe me? Let me show you an example." With that, Zeng Xian coughed loudly, and the two subordinates sitting far away immediately walked over.
"Both of you go to the front door and give that black-faced security guard a beating!" Zeng Xian raised his chin.
"Brother Xian, give me a reason first!" the Horse-Faced Man asked with a grin.
"Because he smiles better than I do!" Zeng Xian rolled his eyes.
"Brother Xian, that's not a sufficient reason. Can you give me another one?" Another one with a Hooked Nose frowned and said, "From my observation, he does indeed smile a bit better than you."
"You don't know anything. The security guard's smile is just a silly grin, lacking depth. The boss's smile is like a knife hidden in laughter, the classic smile of someone in the Mafia," the Horse-Faced Man immediately retorted.
"You are truly ignorant; that is called a wise man's smile, you know..."
...
Fatty and I stared dumbfounded at these two arguing subordinates, feeling as if we were dreaming. Is this really the Mafia?
Zeng Xian smiled and sent them away before saying, "Although there's an exaggerated element to it, compared to your era, our Mafia now has a sense of responsibility. In simpler terms, we know why we live and why we fight. We have ideals and morals..."
"Alright, you can continue your stalking," I coughed lightly.
"During our surveillance, we discovered something strange: Dong Xiaocheng's wife is very close to Liu Qingshan's wife; they are almost inseparable," Zeng Xian said, his smile fading slightly. "Liu Qingshan is the police officer who forgot to send out the notice and was sentenced to zero years."
"That's not surprising. How big can a police station be? The chief and the officers come and go; it's just those few people. It's normal for the chief's wife to get along well with an officer's wife," I frowned.
"Can they be so close that they both go to the spa together to find Male Models? Or share one male model between them?" Zeng Xian asked with a smile. "For example, they could share one banana, taking bites without washing it..."
Male Model is just a euphemism; it actually refers to male escorts, also known as 'ducks.' If you still don't understand, I can only explain it this way—male prostitutes.
Two people are sharing a Male Model, which indeed suggests a close relationship, but so what? This is their private life; are you saying they shouldn't be allowed?
Seeing me look at him with suspicion, Zeng Xian quickly said, "It's none of my business that they found a Male Model. I just thought that this Male Model is quite expensive, costing several thousand for one night. Even if they are sharing the cost, it's still a lot. I've only been monitoring them for less than a week, and they've already come here five times."
"Are you suggesting that they both have strong desires?" I raised an eyebrow and asked.
"Haha, Ghost Brother is joking again. What I mean is, both of their husbands are in trouble—one was sentenced to zero years, and the other was dismissed from his position—so they should be trying to save money. But instead, they frequently visit places like this; something must be off," Zeng Xian said with a light cough, lowering his voice. "I suspect that Dong Xiaocheng and Liu Qingshan must have done something corrupt or illegal, and they have plenty of money at home. That's why their wives seem unconcerned about finances."
"You have a point there. So your reason for calling us over is...?" I also coughed lightly and asked in a lowered voice.
"For people like them, rather than letting them suffer once on the surface, it would be better to make them cough up their ill-gotten gains and psychologically hurt them deeply," Zeng Xian said with a low laugh. "So I want Fat Brother to play the role of a male escort and see if we can extract some information."
"What?" I couldn't help but exclaim softly, my surprise evident in my eyes.
"What?" Fatty also couldn't help but exclaim softly, his eyes filled with excitement.
"Fat Brother, stop pretending. The entire Star City underworld knows about your story of posing as a male escort in Moon City!" Zeng Xian laughed heartily. "You've boasted about that story in three chapters and six rounds to various people, which is why I asked you to take the lead role."
"Hehe, those are just rumors from the underworld; actually, when it comes to this kind of thing..." Fatty chuckled twice. "Who else but me?"
...
Watching Fatty resolutely walk out, I was completely stunned; Fatty was incredible, unknowingly mastering a new skill for making a living.
About three hours later, Fatty pushed open the door with a haggard expression. His face was pale and his eyes were vacant; there were hints of tears shimmering in his eyes. As he walked, his knees trembled. Upon seeing us, Fatty choked up and said, "Ghost Brother, I finally made it out alive."
Zeng Xian and I exchanged glances filled with surprise and amusement. The Horse-Faced Man and Hooked Nose at the door quickly helped Fatty to sit on the sofa before returning to their positions.
"How is it? Did you find out anything?" I asked, trying to suppress a laugh.
"The effort finally paid off, I didn't let you down." Fatty patted his chest, then rolled his eyes and collapsed onto the sofa.
I quickly got up to help Fatty sit up properly. After pressing a few times below his nose, he slowly regained consciousness, staring blankly at me as if he still didn't recognize who I was.
Feigning to search my pockets, I pulled out a piece of chocolate and fed it to Fatty. After he ate it, his eyes finally regained some spark. After a moment of daze, Fatty smiled and said, "Alright, I'm back to my senses."
"Indeed, life is all about movement!" Zeng Xian chuckled softly. "Fat Brother, you are interpreting this phrase with your life."
"Don't interrupt." Fatty chuckled awkwardly but then his expression turned serious. "The police chief Dong Xiaocheng and Liu Qingshan have both been bribed."
"What do you mean?" I frowned.
"When the police station arrested Yeh Rong, the chief received a text message stating that there was already 1 million in his account, asking him to do nothing regarding Yeh Rong's case. After the matter was settled, he would receive another 1 million. In other words, Ye Litong's father did not receive the Compulsory Detox Notification on purpose; they did this intentionally." A bitter smile appeared on Fatty's lips. "You could say that Litong was murdered; they just used various gray methods."
Hearing what Fatty said made me feel like someone had poured a bottle of glue into my brain; all the questions became thick and muddled together, making it nearly impossible for me to think.
After a while, Zeng Xian sighed with a wry smile. "That's quite a sum—4 million for a life."
Fatty sneered coldly. "Litong's life isn't worth much at all; that 4 million is buying the position of the police chief. In Star City, a police chief can hold the position for four years—4 million isn't hard to scrape together. I suspect this chief might have some dirt on that person as well."
"You have a point. But did you ask who is behind the chief's manipulation?" Zeng Xian frowned.
"They don't know either." Fatty replied.
"It seems we need to ask Dong Xiaocheng about this." Zeng Xian smacked his lips.
"Don't ask him, Dong Xiaocheng doesn't know either."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because Dong Xiaocheng is most afraid of his wife. Whatever he knows, his wife knows too. Otherwise, how could I ask so clearly?" Fatty shook his head and then looked at me. "Ghost Brother, you should say something."
"I want to kill Dong Xiaocheng right now," I said fiercely.
Seeing my expression, Fatty quickly changed the subject. "Although we don't know who this instigator is, Dong Xiaocheng's wife's left chest has a Pentagram Scar."
Pentagram Scar?
Damn, it's the Pentagram Scar again!
In other words, this mysterious person is the one who got Yeh Rong addicted to drugs. Who is this person? What deep hatred does he have with Yeh Rong that he ruined her and even harmed her children, actually instructing Dong Xiaocheng and others to starve Ye Litong to death?
I silently vowed that no matter who this person is, I will find him out.
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