134: Chapter 134 Chasing Drugs in Shanghai

"Director Qin, what's the matter? Any news about that assassin?"

Qin Jiazheng looked a bit troubled. "No, we're still investigating the assassin. There's another matter I'd like to trouble Mr. Su with."

"Just call me Little Su, or Nange."

"Alright, Nange."

"It's like this. Our narcotics officers recently discovered someone selling a type of paper slip in some nightclubs."

"This paper slip has powerful hallucinogenic effects."

"As you know, Miss Liu and Song Xiaotian both have their own nightclub businesses. So, I was hoping you could help keep an eye on this matter."

"Alright, I understand. Thank you, Director Qin! I'll look into it."

Qin Jiazheng said, "I should be the one thanking you. I won't disturb you any further then."

Su Nange put down the phone, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

However, what Qin Jiazheng didn't expect was that at this moment, Su Nange was sitting in the office of Luna Rave!

In the office, several trendy-looking young men were kneeling.

Manager Liu stood respectfully to the side, having yielded his desk to the young man before him.

Behind the young men stood two women in black; the two long blades at their waists were their signature feature.

These boys were terrified; they had never seen such terrifying women.

Seven or eight grown men had been taken down by them in an instant. One of them even had a severed finger that was still dripping blood.

Su Nange asked, "Who exactly sent you here to do business?"

No one answered.

Su Nange picked up a small piece of white paper and examined it.

He couldn't make heads or tails of it.

"How do you use this thing?"

One of the boys finally answered, "We call this a 'stamp.' You keep it in your mouth, and it's just like taking flour."

Su Nange said, "Holy crap, it's that high-end?"

These people, who didn't yet realize the huge trouble they were in, felt that the man in front of them was easier to talk to than the women behind them.

Seeing that he seemed somewhat interested, they began to feel a sense of self-importance.

One of them stood up and replied, "Actually, this thing has been around for a long time. It's just that the manufacturing process wasn't as advanced back then. That's why it's becoming popular again."

"So where did you get this stuff from?"

"We're from Shanghai. Lately, everyone in the underground there has been using this."

"So you ran over to the Qiantang to sell it?"

The men nodded.

"Meaning your contact is over in Shanghai?"

Faced with this question, they seemed to reach a silent agreement and didn't answer.

Su Nange shot a look at one of the Black Kites.

A cold flash of light flew across the office.

It was followed by a scream like a slaughtered pig!

Su Nange continued indifferently, "Do you know what kind of place this is?"

"Also, falling into my hands isn't exactly more comfortable than going to the station!"

"So, you'd better speak up quickly."

"The first one to speak gets to keep his hand. Anyone who doesn't speak gets them all chopped off!"

Damn it, trying to pull this kind of thing on my wife's turf! You're asking for death!

Sure enough, among these cowards who feared death, one quickly took the lead: "It's... it's a Japanese man! He's called Mr. Sato."

"Where does this person usually operate? Where does he live? Speak up!"

"We only know that he frequently visits a bar in Shanghai called 'Burning Domain'."

Su Nange sent a text message: "Does the name Burning Domain bar sound familiar?"

The other party replied: "Not very familiar. It doesn't seem like the Ouyang Family has ever opened their own nightclub."

Su Nange put down his phone and said to Manager Liu, "Call the municipal bureau people over. I'm done questioning them."

Manager Liu nodded.

The trendy young men cried out, "No, please don't! Why are you calling the police again? Didn't you promise us you wouldn't call the police?"

Su Nange ignored them completely and walked straight out.

Seeing a group of plainclothes officers already standing at the bar entrance, Su Nange stepped forward and offered a cigarette.

The other party politely declined and walked inside.

Su Nange sighed; this was the benefit of having people in the police force.

Qin Jiazheng's phone call wasn't seeking help at all; it was a notification.

The police could have directly sealed the place and made arrests, but they were also willing to believe that Su Nange and Liu Yuan were absolutely not the kind of people to touch such things.

That's why they gave him time, allowing Su Nange to get the information he wanted and thereby catch a bigger fish.

Qin Jiazheng was very smart; this was a win-win situation.

Fortunately, Liu Yuan's security work was very thorough, and the bar staff had spotted these criminals immediately.

Song Xiaotian was still lying in the hospital, but everything at Daybreak Bar was normal.

The fact that this group had managed to sneak into Liu Yuan's place specifically made it seem like it wasn't a simple matter.

So now, Su Nange had to prepare how to drag this mastermind out!

However, a sudden flash of inspiration hit Su Nange. Perhaps this was a good way to save Sister Ding.

Finding a quiet spot, Su Nange summoned tyrant 2.

Slowly rising into the air with the throttle wide open, given this guy's speed, he could reach Shanghai in less than half an hour!

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Su Nange to arrive in Shanghai, Shenhai City.

tyrant 2 is really damn powerful!

However, Su Nange was a stranger to this place. He had probably only been to this financial center twice, so he could only take a taxi to the bar called Burning Domain.

When he arrived, the place was actually quite unexpected to Su Nange.

The bar's name made it sound like it would be wild, but it was actually a Japanese-style lounge. Moreover, it was located on a middle floor of a super tall building.

Many people called this building the Katana Building.

It was like a wedge, firmly driven into the Shen River!

There were many Japanese people working in Shanghai, and whenever they felt homesick, they would come here.

Su Nange ordered a glass of Yamazaki whisky; this stuff actually sold for more than in the West!

The bartender's technique for making a Mizuwari was also very special. He used a short katana blade to carve the ice.

Su Nange took a sip; it did indeed taste good.

But how was he supposed to find that person named Sato?

At that moment, a woman in a kimono who looked like a mama-san walked over. She asked in fairly standard Mandarin, "Is it the gentleman's first time here?"

Su Nange nodded.

"I see you're alone. Would you like me to call a girl to keep you company?"

Su Nange thought about it and nodded again.

And so, holding his glass, Su Nange was led to another dim hall of the bar.

This hall was divided into small private cubicles by high partitions.

However, as Su Nange looked at the familiar scene, his heart began to race with excitement.

Why was it familiar? Because many male movie fans would find it familiar.

He thought to himself, 'No way! No way! Could there really be a place like this?'

Sure enough, before long, a pretty girl arrived at Su Nange's side.

The girl's short skirt was so short it was almost as if she wasn't wearing anything at all.

Furthermore, she carried a tray in her hands, which held clean, moist towels.

The music around them was very soothing, and the volume was just enough to mask the faint, lewd sounds coming from the hall.

Without a word, the girl moved to take off Su Nange's pants.

Su Nange quickly held her off, a dagger appearing in his hand.

The girl was startled.

But Su Nange quickly grabbed a towel and stuffed it into her mouth.

The sharp dagger was pressed against her fair neck.

Su Nange lowered his voice: "Do you speak Chinese?"

The girl was so scared that tears came out, and she nodded.

Su Nange pulled the towel out of her mouth and instructed, "I ask, you answer!"

The girl continued to nod.

"I want to buy stamps. Do you have them here?"

The girl shook her head and said aggrievedly, "I don't know."

"Are you Chinese?"

The girl's face flushed with shame, and she nodded.

Su Nange was furious, but he knew it was her own choice.

Still, Su Nange had the girl take out her phone and transferred 100,000 yuan to her.

"Don't do this anymore. Damn it, such a good mouth, why do you have to serve those bastards!"

Su Nange continued to command, "Go, find your boss and say I want to buy stamps! Do you understand?"

The girl adjusted her breathing, then stood up and went out.

Sure enough, after a short while, the mama-san walked over.

Su Nange opened his palm, in the middle of which was a small square white paper slip.

"I want to buy this. Do you have it?"

The mama-san looked at Su Nange for a while and asked, "Is it for your own use, sir, or do you want to do business?"

"Of course I want to do business!"

"Sir, please wait a moment."

Su Nange adjusted the glasses he had been wearing from the start and continued to wait with a smile.

The mama-san seemed to have gone to report and returned, inviting Su Nange into a luxuriously decorated office.

The office was large, with a lot of raw wood decoration. It had a very Japanese feel.

A rather well-built man sat on the sofa, drinking whisky from a glass.

And on either side of him stood four bodyguards in black.

Su Nange pretended to be somewhat intimidated and sat down tremulously in front of the man.

The man took the initiative to reach out his hand. "Sato Umazane, a pleasure!"

Su Nange also took the initiative to shake hands. "Just call me Su."

"Su-san, where did you get your stamps from?"