Chapter 25 Emptying the Black Market Warehouse
"Alright, stop being so cheeky."
The old woman smiled and scolded, "Don't you see your wife is right here? She's such a grown woman, yet she still acts like a child, acting all spoiled with her mother."
Bai Qing couldn't help but roll her eyes, feeling both amused and exasperated. She knew her husband's character all too well.
To outsiders, Lu Aiguo is a dignified and serious police chief, but in private, he is a complete clown.
Sometimes she would secretly wonder how she had ever fallen for him in the first place.
However, since she married into the family, her husband has been very caring towards her, and her mother-in-law has treated her like her own daughter. There are no conflicts between her and her mother-in-law, and she is truly satisfied with this life from the bottom of her heart.
Bai Qing had no objection to her mother-in-law's recent recognition of Xu Zhili and her brother as her granddaughter and grandson.
My mother-in-law always has her own reasons for doing things, and over the years, her judgment has never been wrong.
With her mother-in-law taking care of things in terms of daily life, there shouldn't be any major problems.
After all, the mother-in-law has many sons, and they are all capable. If each of them helps out a little, given that they are not stingy people, supporting Xu Zhili and her brother will naturally not be a problem.
Besides, this is also where the mother-in-law's confidence comes from, which is why she dares to help Xu Zhili and her brother without hesitation.
As night fell and all was quiet, the Lu family courtyard was immersed in a peaceful slumber.
Xu Zhili sat cross-legged on the hard bed in the guest room. Moonlight streamed through the window lattice, casting interplay of light and shadow on her cool profile.
With her eyes closed, her psychic abilities spread silently like mercury, precisely sensing every gentle breath of the Lu family—her grandmother's kind and peaceful demeanor, her godparents' affectionate companionship, and An'an's pure and innocent nature.
Once she was sure everything was alright, she slowly opened her eyes, and a fleeting, almost eerie, gleam of excitement flashed deep within her dark pupils.
"A dark and windy night is the perfect time for murder and arson... oh no, it's the perfect time to collect debts."
She silently curled her lips into a smile, a smile tinged with a venomous chill in the shadows.
Her primary target was the black market.
"Black market boss, I didn't really want to shut you down. You'll be arrested by the authorities sooner or later anyway. But you have to hand over that watch. Don't drag me into this if they investigate. Don't blame me for that."
Xu Zhili muttered to herself.
Her goal was clear: to get back the Omega watch that could become a hidden danger, and at the same time to "clean up" any potential future troubles that might affect her.
The spiritual power, like an invisible tide, instantly submerged that hidden corner on the outskirts of the city—the black market.
In the black market, all living things, whether night watchmen or homeless people huddled in corners, felt as if their brains had been struck by a heavy hammer, their consciousness instantly sinking into boundless darkness, snoring filling the air, forming an eerie duet with the chirping of summer insects.
"Perfect."
Xu Zhili murmured contentedly, her figure as light as a raccoon cat as she flipped out the window and disappeared into the night.
Under the moonlight, the shadow of the bamboo fence became her best cover.
She found her way to the dilapidated warehouse door in the backyard of the pig farm.
With a light touch of his fingertips on the cold iron lock, he probed with his mental energy, revealing the interior in minute detail.
She pinpointed her target precisely—the Omega watch carelessly tossed among the clutter.
Without the slightest hesitation, she used her spiritual power to transform into an invisible hand, "capturing" it and letting it fall steadily into her palm.
The cool metallic touch made her fingertips tremble slightly; it was evidence of the black market boss's greed.
Hmph, this black market boss is greedy for half the price of my goods. He's messed with me. He's met his match.
Then, he put the watch into his mental space, and his gaze, like a cold probe, swept over the mountain of supplies in the warehouse—white flour sacks, glistening and plump rice grains, golden oil drums... there were even frozen pork and beef, as well as fruits and candies that exuded a sweet aroma.
These precious items, which could have saved lives during times of famine, now reek of sinful money in the shadow of the black market.
Xu Zhili's fingertips unconsciously curled up, and a dryness rose in her throat.
"food……"
She whispered, her voice trembling slightly in the empty warehouse, as if suppressing some surging instinct, "Even taking a bite is a sin."
These life-saving rations, stained with blood, tears, and scheming, represent a hope that countless people couldn't obtain even by tightening their belts.
No matter how crazy or ruthless Xu Zhili is, she wouldn't do something that ruins a person's life! She has to uphold this bottom line.
but!
A chilling, almost cruel laugh instantly froze the hesitation in her eyes.
"Is this enough to allow those maggots in the black market to make a comeback?"
She sneered, her voice suddenly rising to a shrill, grating tone, "Let them continue to suck human marrow, using this blood-stained food to fatten up the next Lin Jinguo? Hmph, dream on!"
Indeed, there is a complex relationship between Lin Jinguo and that black market boss.
Although I don't know how deep or complicated this relationship is, I can always vaguely feel the connection between them, like a hidden thread that is inconspicuous but truly entangles them.
We're caught in a dilemma: should we buy the grain or not?
Welfare home?
Those children forgotten in the corners, those ordinary people struggling in the abyss of poverty...
Their eyes are the ones that truly need to be illuminated by this food!
This is it!
Xu Zhili's eyes flashed with a sharp light, like a ferocious beast locking onto its prey.
Her mental power, like an invisible spider web, instantly expanded wildly outward from the warehouse as the center.
Within a radius of a hundred miles, countless fragments of information surged into her mind:
In the dilapidated and drafty welfare home in the west of the city, the children huddled under thin blankets, their bellies slightly sunken from hunger...
In the cramped and damp shantytown south of the city, an old woman silently wept as she looked at her empty rice jar…
A widow in the north of the city, pasting paper boxes by lamplight, has a sick child beside her coughing so hard it's heartbreaking...
And then there are those emaciated, pale-faced figures, their eyes numb, struggling desperately to survive...
At that time, the famine had just ended and life had just begun to improve, but difficulties still lingered everywhere, and everyone was struggling to survive.
Each image, like a red-hot branding iron, seared into Xu Zhili's spiritual perception.
"Oh……"
She uttered a short, ambiguous syllable, carrying a hint of cold pity, but more so a ruthless desire for revenge.
"Black market boss, you hoard goods and profiteer, sucking the blood and sweat of the people, how wonderful! Today, I, your grandma, will do you a good deed! I'll use your blood-stained grain to fill the bellies of those ordinary people you've driven to the brink of despair. That feeling must be... quite interesting!"
Xu Zhili's mind raced, and her immense spiritual power transformed into countless invisible hands.
This time, a massive amount of mental energy was used.
The warehouse was piled high with flour, rice, cooking oil, frozen meat, fruit, candy... as if it had been given life, and it suddenly rose into the air!
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