Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The stalemate here didn't last long.

About half an hour later, as it was getting dark, two people suddenly came from outside to report the news.

The two of them reported the news to Xiao Bofeng and Pei Yinnian respectively.

One told Xiao Bofeng and Chu San that Weir from the British Embassy left Weiyang Theater early before the transaction time and did not even have much contact with Wan Canghong.

So the news Xiao Bofeng and Chu San received was that the transaction between Wei Er and Wan Canghong failed and was interrupted by Chu Wu who was guarding the theater.

One told Pei Yinnian that Wei Er decisively changed the plan, completed the transaction with Wan Canghong ahead of schedule, and left with the first batch of gold bars. The second transaction would take place tonight, at Wan Canghong's house.

The fact that the transaction was divided into two parts was due to a telegram that Weier sent to Xiao Bofeng alone, which was intercepted by Pei Yinnian, and Xiao Bofeng was not aware of it.

So Pei Yinnian made two preparations tonight. If the telegram was true, Chu Wu would try his best to intercept the first transaction.

But even if the British Embassy’s garrison was too strict in guarding, the success of the first transaction would not matter. Due to time constraints, Xiao Bofeng would still consider it a failure. They had plenty of time to intercept the second transaction and pocket all the gold bars from the two transactions.

Unexpectedly, Wan Canghong fell in love with Jinchen.

"By the way, Master Chu Wu also said... to let Jinchen accompany Wan Canghong to the mansion to perform an opera, so as to delay the time of the second transaction."

The messenger left after saying this.

Pei Yinnian pressed the Buddhist beads tightly, feeling extremely anxious, painful and depressed.

But on the surface, Bo Leng raised his eyelashes slightly and sneered at them, which was a mockery to Xiao Bofeng and Chu San.

"It seems that you two do not have sufficient funds to take over the pharmaceutical factory."

Xiao Bofeng was obviously so angry that he was stunned for a moment, "It turns out you are the one causing trouble!"

Chu San smashed the teacup, knowing that this battle was a collapse, and almost gnashed his teeth: "Boss Pei is very cunning, he even dared to block the transaction of the British garrison."

"He is not as good as Third Master Chu. The Chu family has been full of loyal heroes for generations, and now Marshal Chu is in charge of Ningcheng, and he is even more outstanding. But Third Master Chu is colluding with the British garrison."

Pei Yinnian lowered his eyebrows to hide the dark ink in his eyes, and sneered lightly: "It is true that a tiger father produces a dog son."

Chu San: “…”

He was just a soldier, how could he be better at talking than Pei Yinnian, so he angrily told himself that he couldn't reply first.

"Let's wait and see! Who has the final say in Peking?"

Chu San and Xiao Bofeng slammed the door and left.

Pei Yinnian put down the teacup, his coldness bursting like a cold mountain, and said to the stunned boss of the pharmaceutical factory: "Now, you have no choice."

"Sign! I'll sign the contract now, and I'll obey Boss Pei from now on."

The boss of the pharmaceutical factory signed the contract. From now on, even if the British garrison wanted to take any action, even if they didn't care about the Pei family, they would have to consider whether the Jiangning Capital Army could allow the Pei family to exist.

Five minutes later, several teams of armed subordinates followed Pei Yinnian to Wan Canghong's old house. Pei Yiqing, who had been squatting outside the Caifa Theater until his legs were numb, hurriedly followed and took the initiative to hold a flashlight for his brother.

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The main room of Wancanghong's house.

This place seemed to be filled with everything from the old society: luxury and darkness. Incense was burning in every corner to cover up the smell of death, and even the wax dripping from the candles looked like tears.

In the room full of candles, the tightly closed door looked like a tall and big door god of the underworld, calling anyone who came in to never escape.

Jinchen was "tied" in the room.

Wan Canghong didn't know what he was thinking. Every time he returned to the mansion, he would call for the gorgeous clothes that the empress dowager had rewarded him with in the palace. The disgusting and eerie aura mixed with the choking fragrance made everyone who got close to them feel cold.

He sat on the armchair, his wrinkled face smiling at Jinchen in the light of candlelight, with a bubbling stove beside him.

"If you fall into my hand today, don't even think about seeing the sun tomorrow!"

Wan Canghong's tone was drawn out, and a strange laugh came out of his throat, "Grandpa, I love to hear the screams of people being burned the most."

There was a little boy kneeling at his knees, numb and immature, serving tea and water to Wan Canghong.

Jin Chen untied the chains that bound his hands indifferently, "What a coincidence, I like to hear it too."

Wan Canghong: “…”

He looked blankly at the chain that was broken into two pieces, stood up in shock, and pointed his old hand at Jinchen.

"you you!"

Jinchen thought it was dirty, so he wrapped his hands with cloth, grabbed Wan Canghong's half-dead head, and pushed it into the boiler.

"You old bastard."

The little boy was so frightened that he huddled beside the boiler, trembling, not understanding what was going on.

Everyone who comes in is fed with drug and tied up with chains as thick as fingers. How is this person still able to move?

A few seconds later, Jinchen grabbed the head again. Wan Canghong's face was burned and covered with blisters.

"Where is the contract for the transaction with the British garrison?"

“…I…Ah!! I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!”

People like Wan Canghong are extremely afraid of death. The pain was so severe that his willpower completely disappeared. "In the interlayer! In the interlayer of clothes!"

Jinchen kicked him to the ground and glanced at the little boy, "Turn it out."

The little boy's pale face was full of confusion. When he came to his senses, he was afraid of being killed, so he crawled to Wan Canghong and took out the contract.

Jin Chen's tone slowed down a bit, and he continued, "Will you moan in bed?"

The child blinked and nodded.

"Scream louder, don't let people get suspicious."

"well."

Jinchen dragged the dying Wan Canghong into the inner room. There were a lot of contracts, land deeds and banknotes on the table.

Outside the house, several cars stopped quickly, and their headlights illuminated the door.

Uncle Chu Wu threw away his cigarette butt and hurried over to meet him.

"You are finally here. Those officials from the British Embassy are waiting for Wan Canghong in the side room. Now we still have some time..."

Before he finished speaking, the muzzle of the gun was blocked on Chu Wu's forehead. Pei Yinnian's tone was cold and his face was so dark that ink could drip.

"Who told you to involve Jinchen?"

Pei Yiqing stood behind Pei Yinnian, turning on the light, not daring to say a word.

From the time he could remember until now, he had never seen his brother lose his temper so badly.