Chapter 331 Heartache

Duan Zhiguo's bodyguards were about to rush forward, but when Liang Jishen turned around, they hesitated for a moment.

The look is too fierce.

Both tall and strong.

Not a pushover.

Liang Jishen glanced at the wine cabinet and saw a hunting rifle hanging above the cabinet. He narrowed his eyes and felt a chill all over his body.

"If you are not a citizen of our country and illegally possess a gun in our country, you are endangering social stability and committing an aggravated crime." He picked up the hunting rifle and weighed it. It was a civilian model from the hunting ground. After registration, shooting was allowed within the grounds, but it was not allowed to be circulated on the market or sold for private collection.

"Duan Zhiguo, you've overplayed your hand. Now that you're in my hands, it won't be easy to escape and return to Thailand."

"Inspector Liang, my bodyguard was such a jerk. He was looking for a hunting rifle and stole one without telling me. I was just about to arrange for the bodyguard to turn himself in, but before I could do so, you arrived first."

"Really?" Liang Jishen glared at him with a horrified look on his face. "What about you?"

"I didn't discipline my child properly. I accept the punishment, no matter how high the fine is!" He winked at the bodyguard, who handed him a cigar box. He took it and held it in front of Liang Jishen. "Cuban cigars, 120,000 yuan a box. Would you like to try some, Inspector Liang?"

Liang Jishen didn't give him any face at all, "I want someone."

He didn't say anything.

"The surname is Duan." Liang Jishen clamped his throat with a fierce grip, cutting off the oxygen supply. Duan Zhiguo choked and coughed, and his eyes became bloodshot.

"You know my temper. If you make me angry, I'll send you to jail. Your colleagues are serving sentences in prisons at the border and in Thailand. Have you forgotten?"

Don't hit someone who smiles at you.

Liang Jishen was too uncouth. Duan Zhiguo couldn't help but get angry. "Liang Jian, I haven't broken any laws. I'm an honest businessman. My factory is in Thailand. What right do you have to control me?"

"Since you're going to confront me, let me tell you, I'm good at dealing with those who don't obey. See you in Thailand." Liang Jishen calmly let go of Duan Zhiguo and straightened his clothes. "If I don't destroy you, I'm not Liang."

He took a step to leave, but Duan Zhiguo stopped him and said with a smile, "I'm a chatterbox, I'm confused - you're doing well in China Overseas Group, you have money and power, why do you want to go to Thailand to do that hard job!"

Liang Jishen stood straight, rubbing his collar, looking furious.

"The second young master and his wife are indeed with me." Duan Zhiguo couldn't bear it anymore. Liang Jishen's going to Thailand was a devastating disaster. There were only four lines left in Southeast Asia, one in Vietnam, one in Myanmar, and two in Thailand. Moreover, Thailand was the hub, the sorting and transit station for all traded goods. He had invited this big Buddha over, and he was a sinner in the underworld. His business line collapsed, the goods were seized, and his peers were all powerful. Wouldn't they hate him to death and join forces to bring him down?

Which of these four lines of illegal factories doesn't have some dirty stuff? Doesn't it have over a hundred defrauded illegal households? Liang Jishen's application to eliminate the nest of these black factories was 100% approved.

There are Chinese people working in his factory.

Of course I feel guilty.

"My six wives are playing cards in the basement with the second young master and his wife."

"Six ladies?" Liang Ji frowned.

"No...it's one lady, five wives." Duan Zhiguo changed his words.

"Is it voluntary?"

"Voluntary! I guarantee it's voluntary!" Duan Zhiguo swore firmly, "You came to me crying and shouting, and we were willing to be together. There was no coercion."

"Look at your despicable behavior." Liang Jishen walked in.

Duan Zhiguo's expression turned from sunny to gloomy.

He suppressed his anger and said, "You're being crazy with me."

The man with the big flower arm limped and covered his bleeding knee, "Master Duan, he didn't call the police."

"He's calling the police!" Duan Zhiguo, furious, slapped the man with the flowered arm. "Does he need to call the police? Can you do anything to him?"

The man with the big flower arm rubbed his slapped left cheek, feeling aggrieved. "Liang Chihui signed it."

Duan Zhiguo was stunned. "He signed it?"

"The butler watched him sign it with his own eyes."

"This little wife...he really loves her." Duan Zhiguo stroked his beard. "Does the underground bank have 1 billion?"

"Twenty-two hundred million."

“Cash flow?”

The man with the big flowery arm nodded.

"Liang Chihui was quite decisive. 2.2 billion, and all the companies under his name are shell companies, right? He's diverting corporate funds. If the directors sue him for 'economic crimes', he'll be in big trouble. He's quite courageous." Duan Zhiguo bared his teeth unwillingly, "The cooked duck flew away."

The staircase in the living room is V-shaped, and there are no lights on the basement floor.

Pitch blackness on all sides.

It's pitch dark.

Liang Jishen found a corridor through the light of his mobile phone screen.

He walked deeper into the corridor when suddenly a bodyguard jumped out from the corner and stopped him. "Except for Master Duan, no one is allowed in the basement."

Liang Jishen stared at the bodyguard, smiling in surprise. He then turned his head and stared at Duan Zhiguo, who was following closely behind him. He found it very interesting. "Is he blind?"

Duan Zhiguo glared, "You're blind! Get out of the way!"

The bodyguard immediately made way.

Liang Jishen patted his shoulder and pointed at his nose. "I've been in Southeast Asia for a few years."

The bodyguard stiffened his neck.

"Quite unique." Liang Jishen was always calm, reserved, and not fond of smiling. It was rare for him to smile out loud. He patted the bodyguard on the back of his head and said, "Do you know me?"

Even with his head pounding, the bodyguard still refused to answer.

"Don't you know Liang Jishen? Haven't you heard of him?" Liang Jishen leaned back slightly and pointed at Duan Zhiguo. "Your Master Duan, you're scared when you see me."

Duan Zhiguo's face turned pale. "Open the door."

The bodyguard dug out the bricks on the wall and turned the red square inside. The door rumbled open and the lights came on brightly.

Liang Chihui was holding a pen, his handcuffs resting on the card table, the cigarette butt in the ashtray was not crushed out, and smoke was slowly oozing out. He signed and looked towards the door.

He paused.

He instructed Assistant Fan to contact Zhao Kai for police dispatch if there was no news for two hours.

Assistant Fan couldn't wait and contacted Liang Jishen in advance.

Liang Chihui's only concern was He Sang's presence. It didn't matter how he fought alone. If he succeeded, he would hurt the other party; if he failed, he would hurt himself.

But He Sang was there, and the bodyguards managed to lure the tiger away from the mountain and surround her, so Liang Chihui was unable to protect her.

Duan Zhiguo's purpose in kidnapping He Sang was to seize the underground bank.

He used her safety to threaten Liang Chihui into surrendering.

This group of people chewed human bones and drank human blood in Southeast Asia, and they were so cruel.

He would rather sacrifice his wealth than gamble his life with He Sang.

"Liang Jian, I'm not kidding you, am I?" Duan Zhiguo pulled Xiaoqin over. "This is my wife. She gets along well with your second sister-in-law and invited the second young master's wife to come to our house..."

Liang Jishen rushed over like a gust of wind, heading straight for He Sang and grabbing her arm. "Is anything wrong?"

He Sang shook his head, "I'm fine."

"Who touched you?"

She was as quiet as a painting.

"You're back to your old ways again!" Liang Jishen roared in pain, and she shuddered.