"Let’s go back first and discuss with Doggy."
The two hurried back to the room in the ninth carriage. As soon as they opened the door and walked in, their bodies instantly froze, standing still, unable to move.
Their eyes darted around, and they saw several people lying haphazardly on the floor, all of whom were the ones they knew best. The door slowly closed behind them, a cold atmosphere rushed in, and the oppressive feeling made it hard to breathe.
Two people slowly appeared in front of them, a tall, handso man, and an oddly dressed woman; one colder than the other, each more intimidating.
Why couldn’t their bodies move suddenly? This strange feeling made their spines tingle, and fear struck instantly.
"There’s a little dark and skinny boy, where did you hide him?" the handso man suddenly asked, his voice as cold as ice.
Were they talking about that little brat?
Mingyue walked over and tapped their acupoints, and the two instantly collapsed to the ground like machines wound down, gasping for air.
Mingyue kicked them together without a word, stepping on them, her voice colder than the man’s just now: "Don’t you have ears?"
The two imdiately pleaded: "We really don’t know...."
Mingyue’s gaze sharpened, her foot was about to kick them in the face when Yan Song suddenly spoke: "Wait."
Mingyue frowned and slowly lowered her lifted foot.
Yan Song walked over and gave the two a glance, "You’re drug mules. If I’m not mistaken, you’re currently carrying varying amounts of drugs in your stomachs."
Seeing their expressions change drastically, Yan Song’s speculation was confird; it started as suspicion, but their behavior confird it further.
Yan Song squinted his eyes, not expecting to encounter such a thing on a train ride, "Tell , who else is in your group?"
The two exchanged a look and instinctively tried to run outside, only to see a figure flash before them. In the next mont, a tall figure blocked the doorway, a cold, bloodthirsty smile on his lips.
Their legs turned to jelly in fear, "I’ll talk, I’ll tell you everything...."
...
"Tie them up first," Yan Song frowned, looking at the room full of n.
Mingyue wordlessly tore up a bedsheet and tied several people together like skewered fruits. Just then, the door suddenly opened from the outside, and a man, seeing the scene inside, froze for a mont before turning to run.
Mingyue snorted coldly, swung the twisted sheet out, wrapped it around the man’s waist, and with a fierce pull, the next mont, the man flew in and crashed hard on the ground.
Mingyue lightly flicked her hand, and the door to the room instantly closed.
A flash of surprise crossed Yan Song’s eyes as he discreetly glanced over Mingyue. Yun Ya’s bodyguard was too mysterious, especially her martial arts, which were extraordinary and unfathomable.
Yan Song ca over, crouched in front of the man, and coldly said: "Will you confess honestly, or go to jail and talk to the police? But by then, it’ll be too late to avoid a death sentence."
The man glared venomously at him: "Who exactly are you?"
Yan Song raised an eyebrow, sneering: "You don’t need to know who I am, just know that I’m the nesis of scum like you drug dealers."
The man narrowed his eyes and suddenly said ingratiatingly: "This young master, we have no grievances or hatred, why harm ? How about this, if you release and promise to keep silent, I’ll give you thirty percent of the profit, how about that?"
Yan Song’s gaze was mocking, looking at him as if he were an idiot.
The man’s scalp tingled, gritting his teeth, "Fifty percent... that’s the biggest concession I can make, don’t push it."
Yan Song laughed coldly: "Your drug trafficking thods are child’s play. When I was dueling with Boss Zang in the Golden Triangle, you guys were still playing in the mud sowhere."
Boss Zang was the most notorious drug dealer internationally, dominating the Golden Triangle, the figure most dreaded by anti-narcotics police worldwide, yet he was taken down a year ago by a mysterious force. Boss Zang was killed on the spot, rumored to be an operation by the military from Country Hua.
The man’s eyes widened in disbelief: "Are you a narcotics officer?"
Yan Song smiled slightly, but his gaze was as cold as ice: "You could say that."
The man shivered, his lips trembling, his face ashen and despairing.
Heaven was going to end him...
"You’d better confess honestly; I can still plead for leniency with the police. Otherwise, you won’t keep your head. It’s a pity, you’re so young." With that, he sighed, shook his head, and stood up.
The man was very tall; suddenly standing up, he had a covering and oppressive presence, making the already narrow carriage feel even more constricted, suffocating.
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