Chapter 181: Slaughter them

It was quiet at Tiger Bridge Prison in the early morning.

But Zhang Yong's arrival shattered the peace. The entire prison quickly became agitated.

'Get up!'

'Get up!'

All the prison guards were called to their feet.

The harsh voice and agitated movements made many of the guards think that enemies had broken in.

Some even thought it was a plane bombing. Trembling inside,

they struggled to get up, each one terrified and restless.

In the end, it turned out that it was all Zhao Danchun's orders. He was the one causing the suffering.

Zhang Yong's sudden arrival had caused suffering for Zhao Danchun. Naturally, he wanted to pass this suffering on to all the prison guards.

This is called sharing blessings and suffering together.

'Clang!'

'Clang!'

Then the guards passed on this pain to all the prisoners.

After ten minutes, no one in the prison was sleeping anymore.

All the prisoners had to stand facing the wall with the guards holding the batons, waiting for orders.

But Zhang Yong was leisurely making phone calls.

First he called Gu Mozhai.

Gu Mozhai might be asleep? Never mind. He had to get up even if he was asleep.

How could one be afraid of hardship when working for the revolution?

'Who is it?' Sure enough, the groggy voice of Gu Mozhai came through.

It was 4 or 5 in the morning, and the sudden phone call had made Gu Mozhai very nervous. He thought something had gone wrong.

Although his code name was Laoqi, he was actually the real person in charge of the Sunan Work Committee.

He had only invented other people in charge to create a false impression. In fact, he was the only person in charge.

'It's me, Zhang Yong. Sorry to disturb you.' Zhang Yong announced himself loudly.

Haha, I feel so good. I've disturbed someone's sleep.

Hmph, I haven't even slept. And you're not going to sleep either.

I want the whole world to know that at 4 or 5 in the morning, I, Zhang Yong, am still working hard!

I'm a model worker for the Party.

I'm the backbone of the Party!

How can you live with yourselves if you don't give me a big medal?

'You...' Gu Mozhai was speechless.

'I'm in Tiger Bridge Prison,' Zhang Yong continued to yell.

On purpose.

So that everyone around could hear.

Don't say I have any secrets later. I'm telling you on purpose.

'What?'

'I'm going to get some people out. Does anyone here want to go? Say your name. I'll get you out right away.'

'What?'

'Don't dawdle. Once this village is gone, there's no other shop.'

'Wait!'

Gu Mozhai tried hard to clear his head.

This guy was actually in Tiger Bridge Prison? And he was going to get people out of there?

By the way, did this guy have that much power?

Wait. It seems that there are really a few people. They are all reported from below.

They are all using pseudonyms. They should not have been exposed yet.

Try to say the names.

'One thousand yuan!' Zhang Yong continued to yell.

Zhao Dianchun, who heard it nearby, understood it.

He secretly cursed this guy, he was really greedy.

At this time, he actually wanted to use his power for personal gain and fill his own pockets.

Damn, I'm really impressed that you came at dawn to make money.

And he's charging a thousand yuan!

Don't jack up the price, okay? I wouldn't dare charge so much.

'Good!'

'Good!'

Zhang Yong told Zhong Yang to bring the banknotes.

He wrote down the name and information. Then he hung up the phone.

Then he handed the note to Zhao Dianchun.

'Thank you, Director Zhao,' Zhang Yong said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

Any idiot could tell that there was no sincerity.

Zhao Dianchun: ...

I really want to beat this guy to death. But I dare not.

He took the note, glanced at it, and immediately ordered the men to be released. He didn't even ask a single word.

The other party was clearly trying to make extra money, so why ask questions?

Asking questions is just getting in the way. It's a sign of a lack of cooperation. He'll have to report to the committee...

Soon, the men on the list were brought in.

There were seven in total.

Zhang Yong glanced at them and immediately signed to release them.

Zhao Danchun didn't say a word either, so as not to get on this guy's bad side.

It's done.

Gu Mozhai's people are all released.

No one will ask questions. Unless they want to have a falling out with him, Zhang Yong.

Even if they do ask, he's not afraid.

I'm just taking Gu Mozhai's money and letting people go. So what, you don't agree? None of your business!

Go ask the department head, ask the section chiefs, the team leaders, who didn't quietly let people go?

If you really want to pursue it, it's a mess.

Including Zhao Danchun himself, absolutely can't stand up to investigation. Whoever investigates will be in trouble.

More than ten years later, the eldest son went to Shanghai to fight the tiger, but as he fought, he realised that something was wrong. He couldn't continue. He had to give up.

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If even the eldest son couldn't do it, would anyone else dare to?

Okay, personal matters are done. Now we start official business.

'Zhao Warden, bring the tomb robbers up!'

'Captain Zhang, which family do you want to see first?'

'Who are the three families?'

'The Xiangxi Yan family, the Northwest Ma family, and the Maoshan Qu family.'

'I want the Touching Gold Marshal. Not the zombie catcher.'

'Actually, they're all the same.'

'Fine, the Xiangxi Yan family.'

'Good!'

Zhao Dianshun immediately made the arrangements.

Soon, an elderly man from the Xiangxi Yan family was brought in.

Then, four other Yan family members were brought in. They were all in their twenties or thirties. They were considered the hard labourers.

Zhang Yong looked them up and down. There didn't seem to be anything special about them.

'How many years were they sentenced to?'

'This Yan Wuji was sentenced to life imprisonment. The others got ten, thirteen, seventeen years.'

'That's quite a heavy sentence!'

Zhang Yong waved his hand. He told Zhao Danchun to uncuff them all.

The leader, Yan Wuji, looked at Zhang Yong suspiciously.

'How's your spirit?'

'What?'

'You're about to go on your way. Do you have anything to say?'

'You...'

Yan Wuji and the others all had a huge change of expression.

On the road?

What does that mean?

They weren't sentenced to death!

They couldn't help but become anxious.

'We, we, have you made a mistake?'

'Made a mistake about what?'

'We weren't sentenced to death. What do you want?'

'Sorry. You weren't sentenced to death. But someone needs you to take the blame. Sorry.'

'What?'

Yan Wuji's face suddenly turned pale.

Take the blame?

What does that mean?

However, seeing the heavily armed agents around him, he was suddenly speechless.

So many people, so many guns.

'You, you, you, what is it for?'

'Let me introduce myself. My name is Zhang Yong. I'm from the Secret Service of the Restoration Society.'

'You, what are you going to do?'

'I'm here to change your sentences. All of them to death. Immediate execution.'

'Hey, hey, hey, you, you, you can't just take people's lives like that.'

'Because we're from the Fuxing Society's Secret Service! We have the power to do that. We can let you live, and you will live. We can let you die, and you will die.'

'You, you, why...'

Yan Wuji trembled with anger.

The other four Yan family members were also very angry. But they didn't dare to move.

All around them were dark muzzles.

Any movement would mean death.

Zhang Yong stared at them for a moment, then changed tack, 'Of course, if you don't want to die...'

'What do you want us to do?' Yan Wuji snapped out of it.

The other party was just trying to scare him!

After all, he was a veteran of the underworld, having crossed more bridges than Zhang Yong had roads.

As soon as Zhang Yong changed tack, he knew the other party's real intention.

If they didn't want to die, they had no choice but to work for the Fuxing Society's secret service.

'Do you know about the Japanese secret service?'

'What?'

'The Japanese's Kuaiji organ. It also specializes in tomb raiding. It specializes in stealing our Chinese national treasures. The pure gold Buddha's head from Qixia Temple was stolen by them.'

'What?'

Yan Wuji was dumbfounded.

Zhang Yong: ...

Well, it was a waste of breath. They don't know anything at all.

They may not have had any contact with the Kuaiji organ at all. The Japanese may have been tomb raiding without any outside involvement at all.

Disappointed...

I thought everyone in prison was talented.

I didn't expect Yan to be exaggerating.

'Is it the Kintaro gang?' Suddenly, Yan Wuji frowned.

'You know?' Zhang Yong's hopes were renewed.

'I know the Kintaro gang. But I don't know what organisation they belong to. It seems they do business with Zhiyan Zhai alone. The owner of Zhiyan Zhai is called Zhen Zhenghao.'

'Yes. They are all Japanese. The organisation they belong to is called the Sophora Organ. Zhen Zhenghao's Japanese name is Kijiro Notani.'

'They are Japanese? They don't look like it...'

'Alright. Now I'll give you a chance. Help me deal with them. Are you willing?'

'How?'

'Kill them.'

Zhang Yong's words were concise and to the point. He was full of murderous intent.

Yan Wuji frowned.