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Chapter 687 - 546 Got Fish? (Asking for Monthly Votes!)

Chapter 687: 546 Got Fish? (Asking for Monthly Votes!)

Longshan.

Mosque.

In a section of the inner courtyard where outsiders were refused entry, burly men in black suits stood shoulder to shoulder.

Each man had a white flower pinned to his suit pocket.

Silent and solemn, the atmosphere was quiet and oppressive.

Inside the incense hall.

Seoul’s preeminent underworld boss, Cui Zaiye, stared at the urn of ashes placed before the shrine, his facial muscles taut, his eyes quivering with a mix of hatred and pain.

Next to the shrine.

A high-ranking monk from the temple stood with his hands together, his head bowed in silent chant, praying for the deceased.

"Da da da..."

The sound of footsteps arose.

A man, hurrying, made his way through the pressing crowd and quickly approached Cui Zaiye.

First, he bowed deeply to the urn, then he turned slightly, bowing his head, and spoke in a lowered voice, "All of our people have been captured by the police."

Cui Zaiye, overwhelmed with resentment, his pupils contracted as he slowly shifted his gaze from his son’s urn.

The man bowed his head even lower.

"We don’t know how the police got the information. Our men didn’t have time to retreat. They were all rounded up, none escaped."

Cui Zaiye’s gaze was as sharp as a knife.

"Is that Lan woman dead?"

"It seems... not."

"What do you mean, it seems, not?"

The seasoned killer dared not even lift his head.

"The police have kept things very secretive this time, we haven’t been able to find out much yet, but according to eyewitnesses, it seems a woman was taken away."

Cui Zaiye’s face twitched, he barked out a command.

"Useless!"

The man kept his head bowed deeply.

Cui Zaiye’s expression shifted constantly, malevolent as a ghost, savage as a wolf.

He seemed to care nothing for the lives or deaths of his subordinates.

"So many of you couldn’t take down one woman, what use are you to me!"

The man reporting the news didn’t dare to breathe too loud.

But ultimately, as a man who controlled his territory, Cui Zaiye slowly calmed down after a brief outburst.

"How did the police get the information?"

"Could it be possible that we’ve been played?"

Cui Zaiye narrowed his eyes.

"The person who tipped us off, we still don’t know who it is. Boss, could this be a conspiracy?"

The man mustered the courage to lift his head.

Cui Zaiye remained silent, glanced at his son’s urn, then turned and walked out of the incense hall.

The men outside the hall bowed in unison.

Cui Zaiye, as if seeing nothing, picked up his phone.

"The operation failed. The police got the information from somewhere, arrived in time, and saved that Lan woman."

"And then what?"

The voice on the other side was male, seemingly young, and not at all surprised.

Either he had anticipated this situation, or he possessed composure beyond the ordinary.

"Together with my men, the Lan woman was also caught by the police."

"Understood."

Cui Zaiye wanted to say more, but the call was ended abruptly.

The other party had cut off the call so directly.

After such a huge sacrifice, to only receive a light "understood" in response?

Cui Zaiye, used to having his way and never taking no for an answer, felt a rage surging in his chest, nearly smashing his phone.

But in the end, he forcibly held back.

Clenching his phone, he walked out of the temple.

"Boss, could it be An Zairong who is behind this? This guy has always been mean and shameless, sly and cunning. With his character, he’s highly suspect!"

Outside the mosque.

The man helped to open the car door.

Cui Zaiye got into the black Mercedes.

The motorcade started up.

"Have you found his people?"

The man looked troubled, "No. Since the night Young Master Cui Chi was harmed, he has disappeared, vanished into thin air. I suspect the Lan woman is also looking for him. He’s likely hiding in the shadows, stirring trouble, the tip-off could very well be from his man."

As he spoke, the man’s expression turned vicious.

In contrast, Cui Zaiye seemed to have completely calmed down, neither confirming nor denying his subordinate’s conjectures.

"Keep searching, not just in Seoul. Mobilize all our resources, nationwide if necessary. Dig three feet into the ground if you must, but find him for me."

"Yes!"

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"Young man, it’s time for dinner."

In a village near Seoul.

An aged grandmother called kindly to the young man watching TV in the room.

The TV broadcast news of no consequence, as if society was at peace, with no sensational events taking place.

The young man with his left hand bandaged turned off the TV, stood up, and sat down at the dining table.

The simple dishes were not lavish, but they were heartwarming.

"Young man, I think you should still go to the medical station and have that checked. It would be troublesome if it got infected."

The old grandmother looked at the young man’s injured hand and said kindly.

"It’s nothing."

The young man who had just arrived yesterday gave a slight smile, warm as sunshine, pure and harmless, reminding the old lady of her grandson working in Busan.

"You young people, why don’t you take care of your bodies."

The old woman sighed with resignation and served him a bowl of rice, "My grandson is just like you. After an accident, he refused to visit the hospital and insisted on going to work."

"Your grandson must be very committed to his work."

"Hehe, he is quite ambitious. It’s just that being too hardworking isn’t always good. I wish he could be a bit more relaxed, at least he wouldn’t have to work so hard."

The young man ate his meal, chatting intermittently with the old woman.

Of course, he was no ordinary person.

He was the only one who had slipped through the net, Jiang Chen.

After so many deaths, he had learned of the brutality of Korean justice and no longer harbored any illusions about claiming innocence. The safest choice was to temporarily leave Seoul.