I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 702: Mantis catches the cicada, the oriole is behind_2

Chapter 702: Mantis catches the cicada, the oriole is behind_2

There weren’t many items, just a few pages of paper.

"Take a look."

A minute or two later, Che Changmin handed the materials to Che Hyunjun.

Che Hyunjun took them and quickly glanced over.

"This salesperson’s father once owed money to the loan sharks, and it just so happens that the lending company is controlled by An Zairong."

Che Changmin summarized succinctly.

Che Hyunjun opened his mouth but found he could no longer explain it as a coincidence.

"Prosecutor, Sir, I really haven’t lied. You must arrest someone quickly. If it’s too late, I’m afraid he’ll run away."

Park Chengcan said cautiously.

He didn’t know what significance the name An Zairong held; all he wanted was to use the weapon of justice to avenge his grievances.

"We will definitely arrest him; it’s not your place to give orders!"

The assistant scolded.

Park Chengcan’s expression turned ugly, but he didn’t dare to retort.

"Gather everyone, I want to call a meeting."

Che Changmin said.

Che Hyunjun didn’t seem to mind the other’s commanding tone and nodded, "I’ll arrange that now."

He stood up and walked out.

"Prosecutor, Sir, may I go now?" Park Chengcan asked tentatively.

"Go? You probably can’t leave just yet. Stay here for a few days."

The assistant said coldly.

Inside, Park Chengcan who was initially thrilled, became agitated, "Why? I haven’t committed any crime. You have no right to detain me!"

No one paid any attention to the voice of this low-level thug.

Outside the interrogation room.

Che Hyunjun closed the door, his expression suddenly became grave. Rather than contacting various departments, he quickly walked to the restroom. After confirming that no one was around, he took out his phone and made a call.

"You’ve been exposed. Leave immediately."

There was no response from the other end.

Che Hyunjun then hung up and deleted the call log.

In the cheap apartment building.

"Who is it? Why aren’t you speaking?"

Quan Shangying looked puzzled.

"A scam call."

An Zairong put down the phone as if nothing had happened.

Quan Shangying realized and muttered, "There are indeed too many scammers these days. I’ve been receiving calls lately too, talking about insider tips and recommending stocks, but where do I have the money to play stocks? The government doesn’t even care."

"What about your money?"

An Zairong asked.

"Sigh, don’t even mention it."

Burdened with a gambling-addict father, and to top it off, choosing a boyfriend who freeloads, Quan Shangying didn’t want to dwell on her sad stories.

"Hey, I’m off tomorrow, want to go shopping with me? You always wear the same clothes, they’re starting to stink."

An Zairong lifted his arm and sniffed seriously, "They’re not stinking."

Quan Shangying burst into laughter, her chubby cheeks tempting one to squeeze them.

She propped her chin in her hands, eyes sparkling, "Uncle, you’re quite good-looking. If you dressed up, you’d probably be handsome. Why don’t you care about your appearance? No wonder you can’t find a girlfriend."

"Who says I don’t have a girlfriend."

"Do you have one?"

"Of course, it’s just that they’re all dead."

Upon hearing this, Quan Shangying froze, her expression turning unnatural.

All... all dead?

Immediately after.

She thought she misunderstood.

Isn’t there a saying that a good ex should be treated as if they were dead?

"Uncle, be more magnanimous. Even if you’re not together anymore, you shouldn’t curse them. Also, you can’t stop bluffing, can you? ’All dead,’ do you have many girlfriends?"

This girl, who hustled every day without a moment to breathe, had no idea that the man hadn’t lied at all; it was a sincere, honest truth.

Being a big brother’s woman is even more dangerous.

Not only could they become tools for enemies to take revenge, but with a slight mistake, they could also be disposed of by the big brother himself.

Quan Shangying didn’t know that the man she considered down and out was such a dangerous character, nor did she understand that he had personally tortured and killed numerous "bed partners."

Of course.

For An Zairong, those women might have been nothing more than tools for venting, probably less significant than a piece of clothing.

"Do you care about me a lot?"

The abrupt question made Quan Shangying stunned. Facing his gaze, she blushed and quickly retorted angrily, "Who cares about you?! I was just asking casually. Are you going shopping tomorrow or not?!"

An Zairong shook his head.

"Why not?"

"I’m leaving."

Quan Shangying was taken aback again, not understanding.

He was previously impossible to shoo away, but now why does he suddenly want to leave on his own?

"Where are you going?"

She asked subconsciously.

"I don’t know yet."

"..."

Quan Shangying was at a loss for words.

Sometimes, she really doubted whether the other party was actually mentally unstable. He always spoke in riddles, leaving her completely baffled.

"You don’t even know where you’re going. Are you planning on sleeping in the streets? You don’t have any friends in Daegu."

If he had friends, he wouldn’t have been lingering in her place.

That was Quan Shangying’s subconscious thought.

"A single man and a single woman together, it doesn’t look good."

"Pfft..."

Quan Shangying laughed.

She had lost her boyfriend already.

Now he realizes it doesn’t look good?

"Alright, drop the act; I said I won’t chase you out again. Stay if you like. Everyone here is busy with their own lives; no one knows me."

An Zairong still shook his head.

"Tch!"

Quan Shangying got annoyed. She had given him enough face, and he was still not taking the out she offered,

"Fine, go wherever you want; I don’t care about you!"

If it weren’t for the favor he had once done for her, she wouldn’t have talked so much, let alone allowed a man to live in her house.

"Keep this money for now."

An Zairong pulled out his wallet from his suit pants pocket, took out all the cash inside, not sparing even the change.

It was about five hundred thousand Korean won.

Which is roughly two thousand seven hundred RMB.

"Tsk, uncle, didn’t expect you to be so wealthy."

Quan Shangying exclaimed half in surprise, not knowing if it was genuine or sarcastic.

"I don’t have the habit of carrying cash. In a short while, I will have someone send more over."

An Zairong spoke calmly, yet sounded quite ostentatious.

Quan Shangying, accustomed to his boasting, naturally ignored these words.

"Uncle, if you give me all your money, how will you manage?"

"If anyone asks for me, just tell them what you know."

An Zairong dodged the question, finished speaking, picked up his suit jacket, and stood up.

"Are you really leaving?"

Quan Shangying followed by standing up, only then realizing he wasn’t joking.

"No need to see me out."

An Zairong looked rather cool, as if trying to show off.

Quan Shangying was unsure what to do, wanted to stop him, but found no reason to.

"You can leave, but take this money. I don’t want it."

She grabbed the fifty-some thousand won, an absolutely non-trivial amount for her, and stuffed it into An Zairong’s hands.

"When you truly make it big later on, you can compensate me then."

An Zairong looked at her.

"Take it!"

Quan Shangying forcefully pulled out his empty wallet, stuffed the cash back inside, and then shoved the wallet back into his pocket.

"Where are you going? Who knows, I might come visit you when I have a day off."

"I will contact you."

Quan Shangying had no delusions about this being a put-off.

Since they had met, she never knew where he lived, what he did for a living, or even had basic contact information for him.

He always appeared out of nowhere, maybe to have a meal together, or just to chat in some random place. This time was the longest interaction they had ever had.

"Uncle, are you trying to act cool?"

Quan Shangying gave a wry smile.

An Zairong reached out his hand and stroked her hair.

"Brat, take care of yourself."

Meanwhile.

Four unmarked cars were already heading toward this cheap apartment building.

In one of the cars.

The assistant looked at his leader and "mentor" bewilderedly, "Prosecutor Che, weren’t we supposed to have a meeting? With so few of us, if An Zairong gets away..."

Che Changmin, who had hastily set out with only a handful of people after calling for a meeting to coordinate various department forces, stared at the approaching outline of the apartment building.

"By the time the meeting is over, An Zairong might already be untraceable."

The assistant didn’t understand.

Che Changmin and his party, striking like thunder, hadn’t realized that two cars had been silently following them since they left the prosecutor’s office, trailing them all the way to this cheap apartment building.

The mantis stalks the cicada.

Is the oriole behind?