"Tsk," Su Cheng picked at his ear, disgusted. "Get out."
The waiter quickly got out of there.
"Brother Cheng, shall I do it?" Haozi was excited and couldn't wait to see Hu Laosan's teeth being smashed out.
"That's all the wine I have. Before I smash it all, I want him to have no good teeth left, understand?" Su Cheng asked.
"No problem!" Haozi rubbed his hands together as he stepped onto the stage.
Su Cheng walked straight out of the private room, with Zheng Chong following closely behind.
"Are you really going to use his teeth as collateral? What good are teeth? Besides, aren't you afraid his father will come forward?" Zheng Chong asked.
"I've already sent a message to his father. Don't worry, at most the outer teeth will be damaged, but the inner molars are very strong and hard to break. Unless Haozi smashes someone's head, I don't think that beer bottle will be enough," Su Cheng said nonchalantly.
"What if his father comes—"
“His dad won’t come, but the money will.” Su Cheng glanced into the private room. “You keep an eye on Haozi. I’m more worried that he’ll get too carried away with smashing things.”
Zheng Chong: "..."
Indeed, Haozi is the real mad dog. If no one stops him, he might really smash those ten bottles of wine. At that point, not only will his teeth be ruined, but Hu Laosan's face will also be unbearable to look at.
After shaking off the others, Su Cheng went to the restroom and then took the things out of his pocket.
It's a string of numbers.
After deciphering the code, Su Cheng understood that this was a signal from Xu Ziqi, expressing her desire to meet.
It's not time for them to meet every month yet, and unless there's an emergency, Xu Ziqi won't take the risk.
It just so happens that Haozi and Zheng Chong were held up by Hu Laosan tonight, Scorpion went to deliver goods, and the people Xu Mao had placed to keep an eye on him were not around, so he could make the most of this one truly free moment.
Go to the designated location and meet Xu Ziqi.
Only after confirming that no one had discovered or followed him did Su Cheng go inside.
"Is it urgent?"
He thought it was some kind of instruction from above.
"No rush, no rush," Xu Ziqi said.
Su Cheng: "..."
This is definitely not a situation to joke about.
"Here, take this."
"A gun?" Su Cheng asked, puzzled. "Just to give me a gun?"
It wasn't difficult for Xu Mao to get a gun; he had reported this to his superiors, so he couldn't understand the point of Xu Ziqi going to such lengths to deliver the gun.
“Yes, don’t underestimate this gun. It’s a silenced pistol. It’s been tested and it’s completely silent when fired. You must not lose it. It’s very important. If necessary, you can use it to carry out missions and ensure your own safety. Understand?” Xu Ziqi asked.
"A silenced pistol?" Su Cheng found it utterly unbelievable.
He held the gun in his hand, fiddling with it, and asked doubtfully, "Is it really true that there's no sound when you fire it?"
"Yes, don't worry, it has already been tested."
If it weren't for the absolute certainty, we wouldn't have given Su Cheng something uncertain to use; otherwise, if it failed at a crucial moment, Su Cheng's life would be in grave danger.
"I didn't expect the weapons research group to have become so powerful after I left for a while?" Su Cheng murmured.
"I'm just here to deliver the gun. You can leave now," Xu Ziqi said.
"good."
Back at his lodgings, Su Cheng kept staring at the gun, a plan swirling in his mind.
In fact, he had this idea before, because Xu Mao was always on guard against everyone, cutting off and dispersing every criminal line to many people, making it very difficult to collect complete evidence.
Su Cheng is all alone, and unless Xu Mao opens his heart to him, he has no chance of obtaining all the evidence.
But there is a breakthrough point: the accounts.
Xu Mao did so many bad things, but in the end, it was all just to make more money.
Bad deeds can be broken down and done by many people, but what about accounts? Such confidential matters are naturally better known by as few people as possible. The gang's God of Wealth is not on anyone's side; he only communicates with Xu Mao. Many people don't even know who the God of Wealth is.
But Su Cheng wondered if Xu Mao might have any accounting records besides the God of Wealth.
He couldn't be sure, so he decided to take a gamble.
However, no one could easily barge into Xu Mao's office. If they were discovered, given Xu Mao's suspicious nature, he would definitely kill them to feel at ease. Therefore, in order to avoid being exposed, Su Cheng hesitated to try it, even though he had had this idea for a long time.
And now...
"Maybe with this, I can give it a try?" Su Cheng murmured.
He wasn't impulsive. When you're undercover, the worst thing you can do is act impulsively. If you're not careful enough, you're walking on the edge of exposure and death.
During one operation, all of Su Cheng's informants were tripped up, and at the same time, he had another opportunity to get close to Xu Mao's office.
With so much information, which parts are actually useful?
Su Cheng dared not turn on the light, so he could only bite a flashlight and aimlessly search through various documents, always on guard against being discovered.
If ledgers are displayed openly on the table, it would be too blatant. Is it some kind of safe?
Su Cheng searched the area but couldn't find the safe. Could it be a trap? Hidden layer upon layer?
Or perhaps they are hiding in plain sight, carelessly mixing important information with unimportant documents, but only the person involved knows how to distinguish them?
Su Cheng had many guesses in his mind, but his nighttime intrusion into the office had yielded no results so far, and he still needed to keep a close eye on any sounds outside.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded.
not good!
Su Cheng quickly turned off the flashlight, reached for the gun tucked into his waistband, and slowly approached the office door—
What if Xu Mao comes?
Killing Xu Mao outright would be tantamount to cutting off all leads, and his long period of undercover work would become a joke, because if it were just a matter of killing someone, he would have had countless opportunities to kill Xu Mao.
He needed to quickly come up with an excuse, since there was nowhere for him to hide, or perhaps he could escape while Xu Mao wasn't paying attention.
Even if Xu Mao suspected him, without evidence, he couldn't simply kill him.
If it had been anyone else instead of Xu Mao, things would have been much simpler; all that would have been needed was to kill him.
Su Cheng touched the gun at his waist, listening to the footsteps getting closer and closer...
"Who is it? Who?!"
The man roared, stepping closer to the office. He had clearly seen a flash of light in the office just now, and even if it was gone now, he had to come and confirm it.
The man walked into the office and reached for the light switch.
Hearing this voice, Su Cheng felt much more at ease.
It wasn't Xu Mao, just one of Xu Mao's errand boys.
Su Cheng didn't have much interaction with this person. He knew that this person should be Xu Mao's confidant, so he absolutely couldn't let him get out alive and complain to Xu Mao.
"Snap—" The switch was turned on, and the office was instantly brightened.
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