After severe torture, the opium traffickers confessed that the supplier was a tribal leader named Meng in the northern Myanmar region of Southeast Asia.
As for domestic ordering suppliers, those who were arrested said they knew nothing and would never know even if they were beaten to death.
Su Zhijie said, "They refused to speak even under torture. It seems their relatives were accused and threatened. Forget about the trial; nothing will come out of it."
Zhan Hengyi's eyes were cold and serious. He took a deep breath and said, "Spread the word. I will destroy the opium and poppies near the Old Port tomorrow morning.
I believe that once this news came out, those who ordered opium from Southeast Asia would definitely be unable to sit still. After all, these thousands of kilograms of opium and poppies would cost a huge amount of money.
If Jing Junzhuo was the orderer and I had handed over so many goods to him, he would definitely rush back overnight.
If he makes any move, I will arrest him immediately."
"Good idea."
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Just after dark, when the decorators had just left, a dozen people carrying large boxes rushed into the Nan Chengcheng Teahouse.
Not far from the teahouse, Zhan Hengyi's men were secretly watching the teahouse.
There have been a lot of deliveries coming in and out of the teahouse lately, and there are quite a few people carrying boxes.
Hao Xiao was busy on the first floor. Seeing someone carrying boxes in, he asked, "What did you order, Miss Nan?"
"Where is Miss Nan? Let her come and inspect the goods herself." said the burly man in coarse linen clothes.
Nan Chengcheng came down from upstairs holding the bottle.
The next second, more than a dozen people pulled out their guns and pointed them at Nan Chengcheng.
"Hey, what do you want to do!" Hao Xiaogong shouted in a duck voice.
Duang! A man swung a wooden stick and knocked Hao Xiao unconscious on the ground.
"Go, go!"
Nan Chengcheng panicked, but remained calm on the surface. A hint of cruelty flashed across his eyes as he glanced at the dozen or so people. "Your master is Jing Junzhuo, right?"
The strong men surrounded her and shouted in a stern voice, "You guessed wrong! Our master wants you dead! Shut up and behave yourself, and you can live a few more days."
Otherwise, we will beat you into a sieve right now!"
Nan Chengcheng tried to quietly reach into his Qiankun bag to take out a paper talisman to trap these strong men.
But as soon as she moved her hand, she was held down by a black mist.
The black fog had a powerful force controlling her hands, and gradually, the force surrounded her. The black fog filled her eyes and she gradually lost consciousness.
The evil ghost Qingfeng rushed in from outside, and the strong men couldn't see him.
He held the Soul-Slaying Sword in his hand and slashed at the black mist surrounding Nan Chengcheng.
The black fog is like steel at this moment. The Soul-Slaying Sword can kill hundreds of ghosts but cannot cut the black fog.
A strange, old male voice suddenly rang out, "Qingfeng, don't meddle in other people's business, or you will lose your freedom and go to the eighteen levels of hell."
Qingfeng couldn't see the true face of the black fog, and the black fog gradually entangled his sword. He fought hard and heard the crackling sound of cloth and jade breaking from the black fog. However, in the end, he could only watch Nan Chengcheng being taken away with his own eyes, and he couldn't get close.
His cold and emotionless face was now filled with anger. He wanted to continue chasing after her, but he saw pieces of cloth and black agate on the ground.
He picked it up and carefully examined the strange dark patterns on the cloth and the relief patterns on the black agate fragments. Suddenly, he was shocked. "Could it be...
Rampant! "
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There was an empty silence in my ears and the air was stuffy.
The cuckoo's call came from far away.
Nan Chengcheng slowly opened her eyes.
She woke up in a luxurious wooden house, her breath filled with the faint fragrance of tropical plants.
She hurriedly got up, and beneath her was a rattan hammock.
Looking out the window, she was surrounded by mountains in the distance and green plants everywhere. She was in a valley.
Is this Nanyang?
Looking down, I saw that she was wrapped in an orange sarong.
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