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Chapter 652 - Chapter 652 Chapter Thirty-Eight Pretending to be a Fool

Chapter 652: Chapter Thirty-Eight: Pretending to be a Fool Without Going Mad (Part One) Chapter 652: Chapter Thirty-Eight: Pretending to be a Fool Without Going Mad (Part One) “`

Zhan Guzai was originally enjoying hotpot with great enthusiasm when he received a call from Wenle asking him to come to the Golden Mall and promising to return the “cold car” that had been smuggled in from Cambodia.

But before the car even reached its destination, Du Yanbing, who was driving the car, passed by Chinatown. When he saw the red sports car parked at the entrance, he exclaimed as if he had discovered a new continent, “Zhan Gu brother, do you think that Porsche at the entrance of Chinatown belongs to Chairman Yang’s?”

On the back seat, Zhan Guzai, who had his eyes slightly closed, suddenly opened them, “What did you say?”

He looked out the car window, just in time to see Maggie welcoming Judy as she got out of the car,

“Stop the car, stop the car.”

Zhan Guzai tapped the seat in front of him, then quickly changed his mind, “Wait, don’t stop. Drive slower and circle back at the next intersection.”

The Nissan Toyota made a U-turn at a traffic light, causing several nearby cars to honk in dissatisfaction.

But by the time they got back to the entrance of Chinatown, Judy had already gone inside, leaving only the Porsche behind.

“I told you Chairman Yang has a flame,”

the long-haired man in the passenger seat commented while touching his stubble and laughing lewdly.

Du Yanbing glanced at the rearview mirror and didn’t dare make a sound.

In the whole of Tsuen Wan, Zhan Guzai was the youngest enforcer, not even thirty years old yet. He did not indulge in prostitutes, gambling, or drugs. His uncle had even joked about him running for the top ten outstanding young people.

Yang Baojin lost her husband at an early age and was known for her promiscuous reputation in Hong Kong, the subject of many shocking gossips. However, she herself did not care and continued to live lavishly. It’s strange to say, but since Sheng Ji pledged allegiance to Huamao these past two or three years, Yang Baojin had changed completely. She rarely even attended ordinary parties and focused most of her energy on business, even adopting an orphan girl, which the newspapers highly praised.

Rumors had long circulated that Yang Baojin and Zhan Guzai were in a relationship, but no gossip magazine dared to name names, simply referring to “a certain chairman of a hundred billion corporation.” Nevertheless, not long after, that magazine company went bankrupt and closed its doors.

Of course, Sheng Ji’s people knew this was utterly baseless. But in truth, Zhan Guzai did have feelings of admiration for Yang Baojin but never disclosed them because of his own inferiority complex.

In the past, Yang Baojin had a notorious reputation, but having observed her over the past few years, Zhan Guzai believed Judy to be chaste. Additionally, Zhan Guzai had always been fond of Judy, so the rumors targeting Yang Baojin produced the opposite effect, leading Zhan Guzai to have a delusionally idealized image of Judy in his mind.

Now that he had witnessed his goddess entering and exiting Chinatown with his own eyes, one could imagine the turmoil in Zhan Guzai’s heart.

Just then, Zhan Guzai’s brick phone rang again.

“Zhan Gu brother, haven’t you arrived yet? That Ding guy is very anxious.”

“I’m almost there.”

Zhan Guzai, trying to suppress his irritation, hung up, “Get out of the car, let’s go in and have a look.”

Which led to the scenario just before.

“Maggie, has Judy been here?”

Facing Zhan Guzai’s pressing question, Maggie simply shrugged, “Zhan Gu brother, everyone who comes here is just looking for fun. If everyone who comes here is asking about others, how can we do business?”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Zhan Guzai glanced at Li Yan and Lu, raised his thick eyebrows, “Who are these two?”

“Oh, they…”

Zhan Guzai raised his hand, stopping Maggie from continuing. He scrutinized the two men, Li Yan and Lu, for a long time before setting his gaze on Li Yan.

He moved closer with an unfriendly look, asking with a sneer, “Handsome, where are you from?”

Li Yan sized up Zhan Guzai in return, wearing an expression as if deep in thought.

“Hey, are you deaf? Can’t you hear me talking?”

Zhan Guzai’s expression suddenly darkened, resolved that no matter the response, he would break the man’s hand first and deal with disrupting Judy’s romantic interests later.

Unexpectedly, Li Yan swiftly embraced the dazed Lu, leaning back, “You’re so rude when you speak. Maggie, is this how you welcome your guests?”

Zhan Guzai was taken aback, “You, you?”

Maggie tried to smooth things over, “Zhan Gu brother, this is our guest.”

“Piss off!”

Zhan Guzai cursed out loud, recalling how he had intentionally moved closer just now and involuntarily took a couple steps back.

“Zhan Gu brother, what is it that you want with Judy?”

“I, I…”

Zhan Guzai stuttered, unable to find his words, when his brick phone rang again–it was Wenle calling.

“Zhan Gu brother, I’m in a rush here. If it’s not convenient for you, why not send one of your underlings to bring me the keys?”

“To hell with your mother, in a rush to eat sleeping pills and kill yourself? If you’re unhappy, don’t take the goods.”

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Zhan Guzai cursed a storm before hanging up the phone.

“…”

After hanging up, an idea suddenly came to Zhan Guzai’s mind. He said to Maggie, “Forget it, Maggie, I’ll be your patron tonight. Find me a few of your best male dancers.”

Maggie thought she had heard wrong, “Brother Zhan Gu, what, what did you just say?”

“I said, find me a few of your best male dancers.”

Zhan Guzai spoke loudly, “And they better be the best, or I’ll lose it if you try to dupe me.”

Despite being streetwise, Maggie caught a hint of something off about the odd events of the night. She could only force a smile and say, “But just now, that person…”

She turned her head and saw that Li Yan, who had just been insisting on ten men, was already elsewhere, drinking and chatting with Lu, looking quite happy and not even glancing in this direction.

“You’re trying to fool me again, but I’m telling you it won’t work.”

Holding her forehead, Maggie said, “Then… I’ll think of something.”

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Golden Mall.

Wenle took off his mask and sunglasses, his expression indescribable. He laughed and said to Ji Chai, “My mother committed suicide by taking sleeping pills.”

Ji Chai was picking his nose, “Being impatient won’t help; we’ll wait.”

Flicking his booger on the floor, he took out two loose cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, and offered one to Wenle, “You smoke?”

Wenle glanced at the dubious cigarettes with yellow stains in Ji Chai’s hand and then subtly shook his head, also noticing the Black Star gun tucked into Ji Chai’s waistband.

In a spacious converted garage, the empty basement housed several mahjong tables with disheveled hooligans, some sitting, some standing, some playing cards with bulges in their waists, clearly armed.

Wutou Qing entrusted Zhan Guzai to take care of Life Fiend’s corpse. After receiving payment, Zhan Guzai didn’t just freeze the body anywhere; he had brought it to the Golden Mall.

This place was already a gold hiding spot for Sheng Ji, filled with smuggled drugs, appliances, cars, tobacco, industrial materials, and lots of cash. Sheng Ji had many men stationed here, with strict security, and only Zhan Guzai had the key to the warehouse. Without a call from Zhan Guzai, Ji Chai wouldn’t have brought Wenle here.

“Buddy,” Wenle said as he tossed a paper bag full of money into Ji Chai’s arms, “take this money for now.”

“What for? Zhan Gu hasn’t arrived yet. Giving me the money is useless.”

“It’ll be yours sooner or later. By the way, were you born in the Year of the Earth Pig or the Year of the Water Tiger?”

“Year of the Earth Pig.”

“So that means you were born on June 18, 1959?”

Ji Chai nodded in surprise, “How do you know?”

Wenle took a reddish-brown dart from his pocket and played with it, “I want to ask you for a favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

“I’m too conspicuous right now; if anything happens, the cops could find me easily. So, how about you go find Zhan Gu for me?”

“Just wait if you’re told to wait. If I go asking Zhan Gu for the key, I’d be slapped and sent back.”

“I won’t put you in a difficult spot.”

As they spoke, Wenle suddenly grabbed for the Black Star gun at Ji Chai’s waist.

“What are you doing!” Ji Chai yelled in alarm.

The others, appearing utterly lax, instantly cocked their guns with lightning speed. Without hesitation, they aimed at Wenle, clearly not letting their guard down.

Unexpectedly, Wenle simply put the gun back in Ji Chai’s hands and said, “You take out Zhan Gu, and I’ll take the key.”

Ji Chai was both shocked and angry, “Are you crazy?”

“Back off!”

A hooligan in a floral shirt shouted and approached Wenle with his gun, but Ji Chai suddenly turned around and his gun spat out fire, with bullets instantly piercing the chest of the floral shirt. The paper bag with money hit the floor, and a few bundles of cash slid out.

The parking lot suddenly erupted in a chaotic gunfire.

The dense smell of gunpowder spread.

After a while, Ji Chai stood there dazed, eyes white, a red dart sticking out of his chest, at least seven or eight bullet holes in his clothes, but not a drop of blood. Around ten or more bodies lay twisted on the ground. Wenle put on his mask, then placed the sunglasses on Ji Chai’s face, and patted his shoulder, “I’m relying on you.”