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Chapter 452 - 402 Tube Full_3

Chapter 452: 402 Tube Full_3

"What are you staring at? Three meals a day, treat him well."

Two men had an odd look on their faces.

"...Yes."

"You dare?!"

Qiu Zhaobin’s expression changed drastically, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

Eat shit?!

Is there any humanity left?!

Even the toughest of guys couldn’t remain indifferent in such a situation.

"Mr. Qiu, don’t get so worked up. You should, by all means, not feel any mental burden. Just enjoy it, you’ll definitely be full."

Ye Tingxuan chuckled nonchalantly, his sinister handsome face looking even more terrifying than Qiu Zhaobin’s.

Jiang Chen knew very well the character of this young master.

His word was his bond.

If he said he’d invite you to eat shit, he would really invite you to eat shit.

The two men were about to lift someone.

Qiu Zhaobin’s face showed real panic coming from the depths of his soul.

He might not fear death, but there are so many things in this world far more terrible than death.

"Call the sanitation department, ask them to send over a truck first, remember, it needs to be fresh."

Qiu Zhaobin completely lost his composure and screamed, "I’ll talk! I’ll tell everything!"

Ye Tingxuan narrowed his eyes and smiled, raising his hand a bit.

The two men stopped in their tracks.

"That’s more like it. If you’re trying to run, it proves you’re not like that suicide bomber. He’s a dead man walking, you’re not. Why suffer for someone else?"

Qiu Zhaobin’s face was ashen, as if he had lost all strength, and he closed his eyes in despair.

"It’s Sagan Nobuo, it’s Sagan Nobuo who made me do it."

"Be more specific."

"Sagan Nobuo, the manager of the Peninsula Izakaya in East Sea, planned the whole thing himself, including the attack on Shi Zhenhua."

"What izakaya?"

Jiang Chen found the name somewhat familiar.

"Peninsula Izakaya."

Qiu Zhaobin had completely given up resistance, his hatred for Sagan Nobuo reaching an extreme.

Indeed.

He was not a suicide bomber. And having lived in Shenzhou for a long time, it was inevitable that he was subtly influenced by its culture.

He had been opposed to the plan from the very beginning.

But Sagan Nobuo wouldn’t listen to anyone and was so self-righteous that it led to the current situation.

Damn it!

Sagan Nobuo was the one who truly deserved to die!

"A Dongying person?"

Ye Tingxuan probed.

Qiu Zhaobin’s face was gray, he didn’t speak, which was as good as an admission.

"This is getting more interesting."

Ye Tingxuan murmured.

Peninsula Izakaya.

If he remembered correctly, wasn’t that the place where Shi Qianxi’s grandmother almost had an accident?

Could there really be such a coincidence?

To avoid any misunderstanding, Jiang Chen confirmed, "Are you talking about the one on East Sea Red Star Avenue?"

"That’s right."

"Is Chen Zhou also one of your people?"

Jiang Chen stepped forward.

Ye Tingxuan turned his head.

"No, that was his personal action."

After his mental defenses were broken, Qiu Zhaobin was extremely cooperative, answering every question fully and frankly.

Of course, Ye Tingxuan was not aware of the near-assault on Shi Qianxi, nor did he bother to ask deeper questions. He turned his gaze back to Qiu Zhaobin, who seemed resigned to his fate, his eyes showing a sharp edge.

"Why would you work for a Dongying person?"

Contract killer or terrorist, neither was as loathsome as a traitor.

Qiu Zhaobin smiled, hanging his head.

"I have another name, it’s... Qing Ye. I haven’t used it for so long; I almost forgot it."

Ye Tingxuan was struck by realization, and he too chuckled, saying, "You’ve really gone to great lengths."

Qiu Zhaobin said nothing.

"So today, were you planning to escape back to your country?"

"No, I can’t go back. I just wanted to find another place to start a new life."

Indeed.

He wasn’t a suicide bomber.

Knowing that he would be exposed sooner or later, he decided to take a chance after making his last obligatory call. He planned to find a new place to live anonymously, completely severing ties with his past.

Unfortunately, fate wasn’t on his side.

Or rather.

It didn’t give him a chance to start over.

"I’ve said what I had to say, give me a quick end."

"There’s one more thing you need to do, make a call to that left husband guy, soothe him."

Ye Tingxuan demonstrated astonishing delicacy.

"I’ve already thrown away my phone."

"No worries, I’ve gotten your SIM card replaced for you."

In the stunned gaze of Qiu Zhaobin, Ye Tingxuan produced a brand-new SIM card from his pocket and inserted it into his own phone.

"The number."

With a resigned smile, Qiu Zhaobin obediently recited a string of digits.

Ye Tingxuan dialed the number.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

Everyone quieted down.

After a dozen seconds, the call connected.

"Qing Ye-kun, why was your phone turned off?"

The phone, already on speaker, was handed to Qiu Zhaobin’s mouth.

Watching Ye Tingxuan scrutinize him with half-closed eyes, Qiu Zhaobin spoke calmly, "It broke when I accidentally dropped it at noon; I just bought a new one."

The other side seemed not to suspect anything, and didn’t dwell on the topic, quickly asking, "How are things now?"

Obviously.

The person on the other side was quite concerned about the developments here.

"Not optimistic. They’ve already traced Yu Wenjie, and they’ve even dug out the Justice Church, currently conducting an in-depth investigation."

"Hmm, I’ve always said, Qing Ye-kun, don’t get flustered. The foolish Shenzhou, just like brainless flies, will swarm right onto anything sweet thrown their way."

Ye Tingxuan, holding the phone, had a fragrant smile.

"But your worries are also valid; it’s good to be careful. There’s nothing wrong with being cautious. I shouldn’t call you too often, you need to contact me immediately if anything happens."

"I understand, that’s all for now, I’ve got things to do."

The call was ended.

Ye Tingxuan put the phone down.

"Congratulations, Mr. Qing Ye, you’ve just earned the right to live."

Qiu Zhaobin’s face was filled with misery.

He understood that even if he survived, his fate wouldn’t be any better than death.

On the other end of the phone.

Peninsula Izakaya.

After hanging up the phone without any abnormality during the call, Sagan Nobuo’s expression abruptly turned dark.

"What’s the matter?"

Meiko, who had just returned from delivering sake, frowned and asked.

Sagan Nobuo clenched his teeth.

"We’ve been exposed."