140: Chapter 140 The Cunning Zhao Tai!

"Don't move."

Chen Jin's voice was very soft, yet it made the two bodyguards who were preparing to draw their guns freeze in their tracks.

"This thing is very sensitive."

"If my hand shakes even a little, we'll all turn into fireworks."

Zhao Tai's pupils contracted violently, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

He was an expert.

He could tell at a glance that those were real detonators, and the most powerful industrial ones at that!

With this much explosive on his body, let alone killing a few people, it would be enough to blow up this entire floor!

"Br... Brother."

Zhao Tai forced a smile and raised his hands to signal that he meant no harm.

"Let's talk this over, let's talk this over."

"Is it money you want? How much do you need? Five million? Ten million?"

"Just say the word, and I'll transfer it to you right now! It'll arrive immediately!"

Looking at Zhao Tai's cowardly, death-fearing appearance, Chen Jin couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He laughed until tears were almost streaming down his face.

"Money?"

"Zhao Kun, do you think everything in this world can be bought with money?"

Upon hearing the name "Zhao Kun," Zhao Tai's body trembled violently, as if he had been struck by lightning.

No one had called him by that name for fifteen years.

Except for those who died back then.

"Who... who are you?"

Zhao Tai stared fixedly at Chen Jin's face, trying to search his memory for any trace of it.

But he couldn't remember.

Fifteen years ago, he had killed too many people and ruined too many families; how could he remember such an insignificant little character?

"You have a short memory, don't you?"

Chen Jin took a step forward, and the two bodyguards retreated in terror.

"Fifteen years ago, the water dungeon at the border—do you remember it?"

"Do you remember the little beggar whose legs you broke and threw into a pool filled with leeches to soak for three days and three nights?"

Zhao Tai's eyes grew wider and wider.

That little beggar?

That little bastard who should have died in the water long ago?

"It's you?!"

Zhao Tai exclaimed in disbelief, his face filled with shock.

"You... you actually didn't die?"

"Thanks to you."

Chen Jin gritted his teeth, each word seeming to burst out from between them.

"Brother Xiangyang traded his life for my wretched one; how could I dare to die?"

"I have to keep breathing just to watch you get your retribution!"

When "Brother Xiangyang" was mentioned, Zhao Tai's expression shifted.

He certainly remembered that undercover cop.

He was the only cop who had almost driven him to a dead end.

"So, it was for that short-lived ghost."

The terror on Zhao Tai's face slowly faded, replaced by disdain and malice.

Since he knew the other party's background, he felt confident.

In this world, as long as someone is human, they have weaknesses.

As long as there is a weakness, a deal can be made.

"Brother, don't get too excited."

Zhao Tai slowly sat up straight, regaining some of his aura as a big boss.

"That Li Xiangyang was a fool. Do you want to be a fool too?"

"He died and got some martyr title—what the hell is the use of that? His old mother is probably still eating chaff and vegetables in the countryside, right?"

"Look at me. I have a net worth of billions, I live in a luxury mansion, drive luxury cars, and am admired by thousands."

"That is reality."

As he spoke, Zhao Tai observed Chen Jin's expression, his right hand quietly fumbling for something under the sofa armrest.

"How about this: let's wipe the slate clean regarding the past."

"I'll give you fifty million."

"No, one hundred million!"

"With this money, you can go abroad, find the best doctors to treat your leg, find the most beautiful women, and live a life like an immortal."

"That's better than hugging a bomb and dying with me, right?"

The audience in the livestream was going crazy with anger.

"Holy crap! This old dog is just too shameless!"

"One hundred million? Is this the 'money power' of a drug dealer?"

"Brother Chen Jin, don't listen to him! He's stalling for time!"

"Master Su, quickly think of something! I see Zhao Tai's hand isn't staying still; there's definitely a trick!"

Su Yun certainly saw it.

Zhao Tai's fingers were frantically pressing the alarm button under the sofa.

Unfortunately, what he didn't know was that the entire hotel's security system had long been paralyzed by that "fire attack" Su Yun used earlier.

"Money?"

Chen Jin looked at Zhao Tai, his eyes full of mockery.

"Zhao Kun, you are truly pathetic."

"Do you think having money can wash the blood off your hands?"

"Do you think wearing human skin can cover up the fact that you're an animal?"

"For these fifteen years, I have thought about how to kill you every single day."

"I thought about stabbing you with a knife, I thought about running you over with a car."

"But I didn't do that."

"Because that would be letting you off too easy."

As he spoke, Chen Jin suddenly raised the detonator in his hand.

"I want you to go to hell like a dead dog, right in front of everyone, at your most glorious moment!"

"I want everyone to see what kind of trash the so-called 'Great Philanthropist Zhao' really is deep down!"

Seeing that soft tactics weren't working, Zhao Tai's face darkened completely.

He gave a fierce look to the bodyguard beside him.

The bodyguard understood immediately and quietly reached for his lower back.

Even if the other guy had a bomb, as long as his gun was fast enough, a headshot before the other guy could press the button might still give them a chance.

This was gambling with their lives.

But desperadoes like Zhao Tai loved gambling with their lives the most.

"Brother, don't be impulsive."

As he spoke, Zhao Tai slowly stood up to attract Chen Jin's attention.

"Think about Li Xiangyang. He saved you so you could live on, not so you could come here and throw your life away."

"If you die, who will fulfill his filial duties? Who will take care of his old mother?"

This sentence indeed hit Chen Jin's weak spot.

Chen Jin's eyes flickered.

Zhao Tai also saw the hesitation in Chen Jin's eyes.

That bit of hesitation was his lifeline.

...

The flesh on Zhao Tai's face twitched twice, and his lips, which had been pale with fear just a moment ago, now started chattering non-stop.

"Brother, just think about it."

Zhao Tai leaned forward half a step, his voice lowered, carrying a hint of seduction.

"If you die, it's clean and simple; everything is over."

"But what about that old lady? When Li Xiangyang left, he entrusted his mother to you, right?"

"If you also get blown into ashes, who will take care of the old lady? Who will send that five hundred yuan every month?"

"By then, the old lady won't even have a thought to hold onto, and who knows which day she'll starve to death in that dilapidated mud-brick house."

These words were too vicious.

Every word stabbed right at Chen Jin's heart.

Chen Jin's hand, which was pressing the detonator, visibly trembled.

His murky, yellowed eyes were full of struggle.

He wasn't afraid of death in this life; in fact, he had lived long enough.

But he was afraid that Brother Xiangyang would blame him from the afterlife.

Afraid that there would be no one to see Brother Xiangyang's old mother through to the end of her life.

"As long as you nod."

Seeing that the timing was about right, Zhao Tai struck while the iron was hot, pulling a black card from his pocket, holding it between two fingers, and waving it slightly.

"There is ten million in this card, no password."

"You take the money, bring the old lady to the big city, have her stay in the best hospital, and hire the best nanny."

"This can also be considered fulfilling filial duties for Li Xiangyang, right?"

Chen Jin's breathing became rapid, wheezing like a bellows.

His eyes began to unfocus, staring at the black card, then looking at the detonator on his body.

In that instant, he wavered.

In the livestream, the hearts of millions of people were in their throats.

"Don't believe him! This old dog is lying to you!"

"Brother Chen Jin, don't be foolish! That's drug dealer money, it's dirty!"

"It's over, it's over. Who can withstand this psychological warfare? On one side is revenge, on the other is his benefactor's old mother."

"This is a damn dead end!"