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Chapter 869 - 636 Jianghu young men die in the Jianghu_2

Chapter 869: 636 Jianghu young men die in the Jianghu_2

Guo Anle walked towards the door, then suddenly stopped and turned around, "By the way, where did Geng Long go?"

"I sent him on an errand."

Guo Anle nodded, not asking any more questions, "Brother Song, I’ll be taking off now."

"Click."

The door opened and then closed.

After Guo Anle had left, Song Chaoge raised his wrist, checking the time.

It was just past five in the afternoon.

Geng Long had been taken away six hours ago.

Presumably.

He should be back by now.

Indeed.

Perhaps after a dinner at the police station, at the beginning of the evening lights, when the bustling nightlife started in The East Casino City, Geng Long, having been personally taken away by the Chief of Police, returned to Xinghao, safe and sound.

Tonight, Song Chaoge didn’t go to the casino for leisure.

"Young Master Song."

Geng Long entered the room.

"I’m back."

This operation’s failure brought about severe consequences, Geng Long was fully aware of that, but he also understood that repeating an excessive apology was pointless.

"Young Master Song, I’ve been exposed."

Song Chaoge seemed not to hear, unflustered, walking to the liquor cabinet, taking out a bottle of Ossang, "Suspicion is only suspicion, we are in a society governed by law, everything needs evidence."

He then took out two wine glasses, opened the bottle, poured the drinks, and handed one glass to Geng Long.

"Did you take care of those two subordinates of yours?"

Song Chaoge asked, holding the wine glass, his handsome face showing little emotion.

"I’ve had them go into hiding for now."

Song Chaoge gave a faint smile.

"Loyalty needs to be based on the situation. A warrant for their arrest must be in preparation already. Have you considered the consequences if they are caught?"

"They won’t..."

"Are you saying they won’t get caught, or they won’t betray you?"

Geng Long didn’t flinch, looking directly at Song Chaoge, "They’ve been with me for nearly ten years, they’re absolutely trustworthy."

Song Chaoge lifted the transparent wine glass, sipped the liquid.

"I’m not doubting their loyalty. I believe they are absolutely devoted to you; otherwise, you wouldn’t have brought them to Haojiang. But people are not machines, even machines have flaws, people have weaknesses."

Song Chaoge said calmly, "You’re an old hand in The Jianghu, and I believe you know better than I how to pry open someone’s mouth. In this world, only the dead cannot speak, and it also spares them some suffering."

Geng Long held the wine glass, "... Young Master Song, is it possible to send them abroad?"

Song Chaoge was silent for a moment, "Going abroad is the same."

Then, he raised his glass, gesturing to Geng Long.

"A warrior of The Jianghu dies a warrior’s death. They should be ready for this. Take good care of their families."

With these words, there was no room left for negotiation.

Geng Long’s face tightened, but eventually, he slowly raised his glass.

"Clang."

The two glasses touched.

The sound was ethereal and crisp.

Song Chaoge smiled.

"Cheers."

Affairs of The Jianghu should indeed be resolved in The Jianghu.

Having received the news, Jiang Chen also reached out to a prominent figure.

Regardless of Vera’s thoughts, just confirming Geng Long’s suspicion made it difficult for him to stay uninvolved.

Those Yanbian killers were almost certainly targeting him; Vera probably became his shield by coincidence.

Even though these reasons were hard to explain, and Vera wouldn’t listen if he did explain, Jiang Chen felt he ought to make an effort.

"Why not contact the police?"

"Jiangnan is Geng Long’s stronghold; if the police knew, it would be hard to hide from his eyes and ears. I’m afraid he might kill to silence them first."

"I still understand Geng Long to some extent, he shouldn’t be so cruel to his own people."

On the other end of the phone was Liao Xiangdong, as renowned as Geng Long and had once been part of Lan Peizhi’s camp, he certainly had the authority to make such a judgment.

Today’s Jianghu might no longer be the Jianghu of old, but being a boss ultimately requires something extraordinary.

To put it simply, it’s an extraordinary personal charisma that isn’t common, otherwise, how could he have gotten to this point and have so many people working for him?

Geng Long was indeed ruthless, but Jiang Chen also knew that Geng Long treated outsiders differently from his own people. Nonetheless, in Capital City, he had witnessed Geng Long cutting off ties with Scarface.

There’s a threshold in The Jianghu’s loyalty.

"When he arranged for those two to leave Haojiang, it showed that he wasn’t excessively tyrannical, but when left with no choice, he probably wouldn’t hesitate to disregard morality."

Liao Xiangdong remained silent.

Every man for himself, or heaven and earth will destroy him.

Indeed.

To protect oneself, the lives of several underlings really didn’t matter.

"Okay, I’ll handle it."

"Thanks, Brother Liao."

This is the importance of connections.

Although Southern Jiang is Geng Long’s stronghold, Liao Xiangdong certainly also possesses significant influence.

Since he had agreed, it indicated he was somewhat confident.

Jiang Chen wasn’t someone who liked to trouble others, having been like this ever since he was young; even during his time at Dong University, when he struggled financially, he rarely asked Luo Peng for help, preferring to exhaust himself working part-time jobs.

But times had changed, and now he increasingly understood a truth: sometimes, it really was necessary to bother others, and interpersonal relationships grew stronger through each trouble.

Meanwhile,

the camera pulled back, following the corridor all the way to Vera’s room.

"Miss, this is Geng Long’s file."

Old Six placed a file on the coffee table that looked like a resume, but it contained an entire stack of A4 papers indicating detailed information.

Printed on the first page was a photo of Geng Long.

"Nickname Nine Dragon, 38 years old, native of Huaizhou..."

Vera picked up the file, which probably contained even more comprehensive data than the police database; in the police files, excessively violent events were likely omitted, but here, they were clearly detailed, including Geng Long’s rise to power and his criminal records, not exhaustive, but terrifying enough.

Even domestically, acquiring such a file wasn’t easy, let alone for a foreigner.

Yet this detailed file had appeared in Vera’s hands, not even 24 hours after Geng Long was taken away.

In front of Jiang Chen, Vera casually flipped through the information, her face unchanging despite the chilling records.

"Is this all?"

"Miss, this is all the information collected so far; the rest will take a little more time."

"Here, this should be called ’gangster,’ right?"

"’Gangster’ is used in Gangcheng; in The East, it should be called ’黑社会’."

Old Six dutifully explained.

"黑社会."

Vera mused with a sneer, then casually tossed the file onto the coffee table.

"Is he still at the police station?"

"He’s been released."

Vera wasn’t furious; she was quite reasonable.

This is Haojiang, after all.

How could she expect them not to help their own people and instead help outsiders like her?

"Miss, do you think there’s something odd about this?"

Old Six looked at the photo. "He has no ties with us."

"What are you trying to say?"

Vera looked up slightly.

Old Six immediately shut up.

"Have you never come across a rabid dog? A rabid dog biting people doesn’t make sense."

A rabid dog biting people doesn’t make sense.

It was a sharp rationale.

"Why are you still standing there?"

At her words, Old Six left the room without uttering another word.

"Light."

The bodyguard who performed excellently handed her a lighter.

Vera did not smoke. She picked up the file again and with a "click," the lighter sparked and set the documents on fire. They quickly caught flame.

Vera held the burning file, letting the fire spread, and when it was about to reach her fingers, she let go.

The burning documents fell into a wastebasket. Vera, with her legs crossed, played with the lighter, admiring how the wastebasket deformed under the scorching flame, the firelight flickering in her pupils, remarkably stunning.