Chapter 478: The Horse King has three eyes
Zhu Yuan went to meet someone. He won't be back anytime soon.
Zheng Song is still on the phone. I don't know if he's got through. Or if he did, his cheap brother-in-law dares not come forward.
Lin Beiqiu is a loner. It seems he has social anxiety.
Zhang Yong: ...
Forget it, I'd better go and mind my own business!
Those guys released from prison are still waiting for him from afar! They all look very embarrassed.
After giving Zhong Yang some instructions, he came to the two men in front of him: Yan Wuji and Ma Donggui.
Their faces suddenly became unnatural again. What was it? Good fortune does not come in twos, and misfortune never comes alone.
Not only did they meet Zhang Yong, they also saw Lin Beiqiu. It was Lin Beiqiu who had led the men who arrested them. It is easy to imagine how embarrassed they were.
'Yan Wuji?'
'I...'
'Ma Donggui?'
'I...'
The two people called had very complicated expressions on their faces.
It seemed like they wanted to say something, but in the end they didn't say anything. They really couldn't think of anything to say.
In short, it was just one word: awkward.
They were so embarrassed that they wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it. They were so embarrassed that they could have dug a villa with their toes.
Zhang Yong was speechless.
In fact, he didn't like people like this.
They couldn't even make a sound when they were hit three times with a stick. There was no good or bad. It was pure numbness.
He had thought they were all very flexible people, but it turned out that they weren't.
Apart from disappointment, there were no other emotions.
'After you get out, what are your plans?' Zhang Yong asked slowly.
There was silence. No one spoke.
Because they didn't know what to say.
'Tomb raiding has no future. You could be caught at any time,' Zhang Yong said bluntly. 'You feel bad about pulling tricks to cheat ignorant people. Have you ever thought about leading a different kind of life?'
'No,' Ma Donggui answered honestly.
Zhang Yong: ...
You pig-headed idiot!
Don't you have a brain?
God gave you a brain so you could use it to think.
Not to sell scrap metal!
'We don't know how to do anything else!' Yan Wuji was at his wits' end.
'If you're not afraid to die, you can work for me,' Zhang Yong said bluntly. 'Work with me to catch the Japanese invaders.'
'How?'
'Of course you'll follow my orders. When I tell you to catch them, you'll catch them.'
'But...'
Ma Donggui hesitated.
Obviously, he knew the danger of this matter.
It involved the use of guns.
Look at the people around Zhang Yong, all of them are heavily armed.
Since they are heavily armed, it means that what they are going to do is very dangerous. Their enemies are also heavily armed.
Clashes. Crossfire. Bullets flying back and forth. Explosions. Injuries. Deaths...
It's too dangerous.
They are not mentally prepared for that.
Guns.
Fighting.
They don't have the courage for that.
Zhang Yong: ...
It's over. Everything I've done has been a losing proposition.
I've taken so many people out of prison, and not a single one of them can fight.
In spy dramas, the protagonist can rescue just about anyone, and they all have incredible abilities. They're also loyal to the protagonist and never betray him.
Why is that not the case with me?
You see, Huang Shang was rescued. He's disappeared. He hasn't been seen since.
And Shi Bingdao and I have gradually grown apart.
These guys are useless. They can't help at all.
I'm depressed...
Am I not the protagonist?
Don't I have a kingly air about me? Don't I have a couple of loyal followers?
Close your eyes.
Take a deep breath.
Wait for a miracle.
Wait for someone to jump out, look excited, and say to him in a resounding voice, 'I'm willing to work with you! I'm willing to go with you to capture the Japanese invaders!'
Then he would take the lead, march forward without fear, brandish his sword, and awe the world...
However...
There was no such thing.
Everyone stood there with their heads bowed. They were even more wooden than wood.
Helpless...
Reality is just so cruel.
Yan Wuji, Ma Donggui, and the others chose to leave again.
They left the British concession. Where would they go from here? It was unclear. Zhang Yong didn't bother asking. It would be a waste of time to ask.
Perhaps next time, or even the third time, they would meet in the prison cell.
By then, he definitely would not save them.
If they like jail so much, they can spend the rest of their lives there.
He returned moodily.
He found Lin Beiqiu still standing alone.
The policemen he had brought with him seemed to be strangers to him. Did they all listen to Zheng Song?
"Are you the detective?'
'Yes.'
'Where are your men?'
'They didn't come.'
'Why didn't they come?'
'They were assigned to other tasks.'
'And the others?'
'They were temporarily reassigned.'
'Are they all Zheng Song's men?'
'Not really. They were all transferred from other departments. Zheng Song said they were all trouble-makers in their respective departments. Disobedient. Need to be disciplined. So they were sent to follow me.'
'Really?'
Zhang Yong felt both angry and amused. And a little sad.
This is how you discipline someone!
You make them feel like dying, and the days drag on forever, but on the surface there is nothing to pick fault with.
Change of shift. Change of person. What's wrong?
You're supposed to be training the new guy, what's wrong? It's reasonable, fair and legal, who are you going to complain to?
"You!'
'Gather!'
Zhang Yong pointed his finger at the policemen.
He was in a bad mood. He was going to give them a dressing down. They were all pricks, weren't they. Then he would straighten them out.
A few policemen looked at each other. They were all a little hesitant.
Are they really policemen?
They don't seem to need to listen to Zhang Yong?
Zhang Yong is not their boss, so he doesn't have the authority to give them orders?
However...
'Gather!'
'Did you hear me?'
'Do you want a beating?'
Zhang Yong's tone of voice began to become irritable.
He was no longer the same sheepish person he had been at the beginning.
If life had an evolution, he had evolved from a sheepish person to a wolf.
No. A black wolf. Dark in appearance, dark in heart, and dark in deed.
From the perspective of the Japanese invaders, his hands are stained with the blood of the Japanese invaders. You guys, still trying to act like you don't know what's going on?
Shut up.
Wu Liuqi and the others immediately rushed up.
I told you to gather! Why aren't you gathered?
You think we from the Restoration Society can't control you? You're not using your brain...
You're disobedient? Then I'll educate you!
Do you know what they say about the three eyes of the horse king? I'll teach you clearly right now.
Sure enough...
After a good beating, they finally felt better.
No one would dare to take the Restoration Society lightly again. Everyone stood up straighter than poplar trees.
Zhang Yong sneered at the corner of his mouth.
Never seen a villain before. A troublemaker? Who's the troublemaker? I'll see where you're going to stick it.
What? Back pain? Got beaten up?
Stand up straight!
Or the beating will continue!
This is how brutal our Restoration Society is.
Without saying a word, we beat people up. We kick them. We use rifle butts. We use whips.
Anyone who doesn't believe us is welcome to come and challenge us.
He looks back at Zheng Song.
Still waiting for the phone to ring.
Well, the phone call is over. But there's no answer. So he stays by the phone.
He missed him. A pity. But never mind. He'll definitely be there next time.
'Attention!'
'Stand straight!'
'Anyone who moves will get a stick!'
'Anyone who shows their teeth again will have them knocked out! I'm not Cao Jian Zhang!'
Zhang Yong said coldly.
Sure enough, no one dared to move.
They were surrounded by vicious bullies. Who would dare to move?
These bullies really hit people!
"Shaolong!'
'Shaolong!'
Suddenly, Zhu Yuan's voice was heard.
Zhang Yong turned around. He discovered that Zhu Yuan had returned.
Behind Zhu Yuan, there was a very capable-looking girl.
She was indeed young.
And indeed pretty.
But she was also a little...too pretty.
When Zhang Yong said 'pretty', he actually meant 'not too ugly'. It was an eyesore.
But Zhu Yuan seemed to have misunderstood. He had directly brought him a character on the level of Monica Bellucci. She was almost comparable to Sophie Marceau, the most beautiful woman in France!
Fortunately, he has dealt with beautiful women many times. He has some self-control.
Although his heart is fluttering, his appearance is dignified. He looks like a gentleman. For the time being, he is not infatuated.
Stay calm.
Stay calm.
You can't get carried away yet...
'Shaolong, I've found the person you want,' Zhu Yuan said, 'You can communicate with her directly! I've already paid you ten dollars. You have to pay me back!'
'No problem. I don't lack money,' Zhang Yong waved his hand and gave Zhu Yuan a hundred dollars.
You were supposed to find someone with an 80+ score. But you found someone with a 95+ score. No question about it. A reward. The remaining 90 dollars is a reward.
In the future, the more good things like this, the better.
I'm a philanthropist. Regardless of nationality.
Oh. Except for the dark ones...
Zhu Yuan took the dollar and smiled, stepping aside.
'Miss Katherine?'
'Mr. Zhang Shaolong?'
'Yes. You can call me Siu Lung. I have something that I would like Miss Catherine to help me with.'
'Mr. Siu Lung Cheung, I have invented a membership system. As long as you store 500 US dollars with me, or 500 British pounds, I will be at your beck and call...'
'Deal!'
Cheung immediately took out 500 British pounds.
Membership system?
Great! You are welcome.
Are there any other services?
For example...
Stop!
Stop!
Business is important!
'Thank you!' Catherine beamed as she accepted the British pounds, put them away, then sobered up and said seriously, "Mr. Shao Long, what would you like to report?'
'I haven't thought of anything yet. But I hope that you can follow my movements. Even if it's just gathering news material," Zhang Yong said, 'I don't think it would be a problem to take up a few days of your time.'
'Of course it's no problem. I charge five pounds per hour.'
'Miss Catherine, it's a pity that you don't go into business.'
'No, no, no, no. No business can earn as much as I do.'
'That's true,'
Zhang Yong nodded.
This British girl is really an honest person!
Which businessman earns as much as her? She really thinks of herself as a fool. Five pounds per hour!
That's 120 pounds a day.
How dare she ask for that. Even in the future, in 2023, the average salary of the British people is not 120 pounds a day...
'My father is Minister Anderson. I can help you with many things.'
'Then there's no problem,'
Zhang Yong immediately changed his tone.
This Zhu Yuan. Doesn't she know her background?
Her father is Anderson? The British Minister? Perfect. I like these rich second generation the most. They're absolutely top notch at causing trouble.
Especially the girls. They're good for nothing but causing trouble.
(Damage effect +999999%. Trigger a fatal effect at any time.)
'Good, follow me! You have a camera, right?'
'Of course. But there's a separate charge for the photos...'
Seeing Zhang Yong's eyebrows rise, Catherine also felt that she had gone too far, so she said, 'One pound for a roll of film.'
'That's more like it,' Zhang Yong's eyebrows slowly relaxed.
He could accept this price.
Film was incredibly expensive at the time. The market price was more or less the same.
'You said a roll of film. Not one.'
'It's a roll. More than 30 shots. Not a single one.'
'Good!'
Zhang Yong nodded.
After making sure there was no objection, he accepted.
He turned his head and looked at Zheng Song.
Why hasn't he called yet? Why is there still no movement?
Your cheap brother-in-law?
It's not that he can't get through, is it?
Or is there a mastermind on the other end of the line, who has sensed the trap and so no one has been sent?
His eyes narrowed. He called out deliberately:
'Zheng!'
'Zheng!'