Gan Mingxuan's words immediately made An Ruwei, who had been hiding behind Chen Jiaping, tense up, but she quickly returned to normal, and no one noticed this detail.
Chen Jiaping was now single and his life was in his own hands, so he no longer took a hard line. He had made up his mind that he would never let these bastards get away with it after this was over. He would dig three feet into the ground to find them and take their lives.
"Brothers, I was blind to your greatness and admit defeat today. But don't push things too far. This is the French Concession, our Green Gang's territory. If a gunshot rings out, you won't be able to escape either, and in the end, none of us will benefit. How about we each take a step back and stop here?"
Chen Jiaping was, after all, a minor leader of the Green Gang. For now, he could only take a temporary measure and stall for time. With the theater in such a mess and everyone gone, his men would soon get the news, and then they would make sure none of these guys escaped.
Gan Mingxuan knew he had the upper hand now, and his mood improved. He looked at Sun Xin beside him and said, "Old Sun, search him for all his valuables. We need to earn some money to calm his nerves!"
He learned this trick from Rong Hao. He couldn't just let the person go for nothing. Sun Xin and the others looked around. Everyone in the theater had already run away. They couldn't linger here any longer, or they would expose their identities. He nodded to them, and one of the team members stepped forward, tore open Chen Jiaping's shirt pocket, and took out the wallet inside. Sure enough, it contained a thick wad of banknotes. After taking out the banknotes, they put the wallet back into Chen Jiaping's shirt pocket.
Gan Mingxuan tapped Chen Jiaping's head with the gun again, snorted coldly, and said, "Kid, learn your lesson and don't be so arrogant!"
After saying that, he waved and took the lead, walking out of the theater lobby, followed closely by the other four team members.
"happy!"
Stepping out of the theater, Gan Mingxuan was in high spirits and felt extremely pleased. He, a son of an official, had become a江湖客 (jianghu kè kè, a wandering swordsman) for a while, robbing a guy he didn't like. He felt extremely satisfied.
He tucked his pistol into his waistband and smiled at Sun Xin, saying, "Old Sun, where are we going now?"
Sun Xin naturally wanted to leave this place as soon as possible to avoid being blocked by the Green Gang. He hurriedly said, "We must leave here quickly. The Green Gang has a large number of people and is powerful. We can't afford to suffer a loss. Come with me!"
Having spent so much time in the French Concession, Sun Xin and his group were familiar with the terrain. They moved quickly, turned into a small alley, and took a shortcut to leave the Cuihu Grand Theater.
But at this moment, Chen Jiaping in the grand theater was furious, his face was ashen, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and he felt a tightness in his chest that made it hard for him to breathe.
As Chen Ting's eldest son, he had never suffered such a loss. Not only was he punched hard in the face by that brat, but his gun was also taken from him. More importantly, this incident had caused him to lose face, and it would definitely spread in the future. The rumors outside would surely make him extremely embarrassed, and he would be too ashamed to come here to watch the opera. How could he swallow this insult?
With a grim face, he ordered his bodyguard, "Ah Sheng, go and keep an eye on them. Wake everyone up. I need to know where these guys are. I want them to die a horrible death!"
Ah Sheng immediately nodded in agreement and quickly followed him out.
At this moment, An Ruwei clutched her chest, her face filled with fear and unease, and said in a trembling voice, "Jiaping, these people are extremely vicious. We shouldn't get entangled with them; someone could die!"
Chen Jiaping turned to look at her, touched his cheek where he had been punched hard, and said fiercely, "Of course someone has to die, but it's the deaths of these bastards. I swear I won't be a man if I don't kill these bastards."
An hour later, at Chen Jiaping's residence, Asheng was reporting the situation to Chen Jiaping.
"Young Master, these people are very cunning. They didn't take the main road at all. When we chased after them, we couldn't see them. Later, we asked the vendors on the street, and only one vendor saw them turn into an alley. We followed them into the alley, but they were already gone. Now our men are casting a wide net and asking around the area to see if we can find anything."
"They ran away? These guys are quite clever." Chen Jiaping snorted coldly. He wasn't a real playboy. Although he was a bit reckless, he was well-versed in these street tricks and had his own group of followers. They were not weak.
"They weren't driving a car?"
"No, definitely not!" Ah Sheng nodded and said.
Chen Jiaping pondered for a moment, then instructed again: "That guy in the lead speaks with a strong Nanjing accent. Judging from his clothes and tone of voice, he's not from an ordinary family. They didn't even drive a car; they were traveling on foot."
There are two possibilities. First, they came to the Cuihu Grand Theater by rickshaw. The rickshaws in this area are all run by the blind man. Go and check immediately to see if any five young men rode in their rickshaws before we took action. If they did, find out where they got on the rickshaw.
The second possibility is that they didn't take a rickshaw or drive a car, which means their hideout isn't far from the Cuihu Grand Theater. Send everyone out to search the surrounding area; you must find them.
"Yes!" Ah Sheng quickly accepted the order and left.
At this moment, An Ruwei gracefully walked out of the inner room, placed a cup of coffee in front of Chen Jiaping, and asked softly, "Jiaping, who are these people? Are there any people in Shanghai who are not afraid of your Green Gang?"
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