Chapter 637: Ashtray

The girl was not very old, looking to be only about 12 or 13 years old. Perhaps even younger.

In modern terms, she was just an innocent little girl. Standing beside Chen Chou, she was as cute and innocent as his own child.

Yet the mottled blood on her floral dress made the scene feel deeply fractured and jarringly out of place.

Chen Chou was not clean, but this was an image he had deliberately cultivated.

In the battle just now, not a single speck of dust had landed on his sleeves.

Standing there, the large man and the little girl formed a stark contrast with the tragic surroundings. It was as if they were existences drifting outside of this scene. He lowered his head slightly, gazing at the girl, lost in thought.

"Can you not see?"

"Yes, I suddenly lost my sight when I was 5."

"Where are your parents?"

"They died."

"What is your name?"

"San Wu."

The conversation ended abruptly there. Just as Chen Chou took the girl's hand and prepared to call someone to send her to the embassy, she grabbed onto the corner of his clothes tightly, lifting her innocent yet lifeless smiling face, "Can you not send me away?"

"We were originally going to take a boat to Singapore, but there was an accident at sea."

Seeing her hesitant expression, Chen Chou did not insist further.

She, too, was a pitiful soul without a home.

Even if she were sent back to her country, she had no relatives; she would just be all alone. But it wasn't as if there was nowhere good for her to stay—at the very least, Zheng Qian was a good man. If it were him, he surely wouldn't chase her away.

"The moon is temporarily obscured, but the stars always shine. Keeping the light to await the moon's return, the three-five shine together. San Wu, that's quite a nice name. Since you have nowhere to go, then come with me. If I'm not mistaken, you were planning to smuggle yourselves to Singapore by boat, right?"

"And the people who killed your parents must have been killed by you as well."

...

A certain villa belonging to Shang Yanxiong.

He was sitting in the basement, blowing clouds of smoke.

"Cadre Victor, if it weren't for something special, I wouldn't have requested your arrival from the organization. There is no other way; the enemy this time seems to be more troublesome than imagined, especially in terms of combat power."

Shang Yanxiong said calmly.

It was rare to hear a tone of flattery in his words.

Sitting beside him was a burly Middle-aged Man wearing a purple vertical-striped suit. Sitting next to him, he looked like a small hill. Even while sitting, he was a head taller than Shang Yanxiong; it was hard to imagine what he would look like standing up.

He was a typical white man, or rather, a standard Anglo-Saxon.

"Oh, my dear Shang, is there really someone in this tiny land of Kyushu who causes you distress? I noticed your currency war; it seems to be in an advantageous position right now. And you have also obtained what the organization wanted, haven't you?"

Victor held a cigar in his left hand and toyed with a USB flash drive in his right hand.

He seemed very satisfied with Shang Yanxiong's results during this period.

Speaking of the currency war, Shang Yanxiong frowned slightly, feeling a bit irritable.

He continued, "Cadre Victor, I missed one thing just now. The combat power around him is very strong, and at the same time, his capital pool seems bottomless. I am very sorry, but I haven't been able to find out who his source of funds is yet. My current speculation is that it is very likely the white glove of some big figure in Yanjing who has connections to the heavens; otherwise, it is impossible to explain why he is so rich."

This was also the point that Shang Yanxiong could not figure out no matter how hard he thought.

He was very wealthy; his family was one aspect, but more importantly, he had the support of so many top bosses from the Shanghai Americas Club. Even more importantly, he had an unbreakable and solid relationship with financial groups in the United States, which allowed him to mobilize massive resources.

However, he had investigated for a long time and still had not discovered the source of Zheng Qian's capital pool.

He only found out that he had a close relationship with Rahman, the second prince of Oman.

But he had not yet ascended to the throne and could not possibly mobilize such a huge amount of capital, so it could not be him. After thinking it over, it didn't come from Middle East tycoons or the Western world, so it could only be from within Kyushu itself.

That would only mean it was the upper-level establishment that had connections to the heavens.

A look of contempt flashed across the corner of Victor's mouth.

"If that were really the case, it would be fine, but... no matter. In this world, capital can solve 99.9% of things, but that 0.1% cannot be changed even with all the money in the world. Let's put this matter aside for now; I have my own ways."

"I believe in you, Cadre."

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. I miss my cute 'Ashtray'."

Speaking of this, Victor's face flickered with a strange anticipation as he stared intently at the filing cabinet leaning against the wall.

Shang Yanxiong nodded slightly and walked forward to open the cabinet door. Inside was Ran Ruqiu, dressed very lewdly, keeping a kneeling posture. The moment the cabinet door opened, she quickly lowered her head, her body trembling slightly.

"Master."

Hearing that delicate, submissive voice, Shang Yanxiong was very satisfied.

After putting a blindfold and a collar on Ran Ruqiu, he led her out by a dog leash. Just like that, he brought her all the way in front of Victor and had her lie down. She had heard Victor's words earlier, so she maintained the lying position and opened her mouth.

Shang Yanxiong put away the cigar.

He took a box of regular cigarettes out of the drawer.

And bowed to light one for Victor.

Victor slowly exhaled the smoke.

Then he pinched Ran Ruqiu's jaw and spat saliva.

Then, he flicked the ash directly above her mouth.

"Hey, did you see that! Shang, I taught you before; what we need to enjoy is the process of the game, not killing. Last time you poured the cigar ash directly in, and it almost went to meet Satan. Besides, flicking cigar ash... that is really too ungentlemanly. That's not how you smoke a cigar."

While Victor spoke, he demonstrated for Shang Yanxiong, "Also, it's no good having the ash in the mouth all the time. Every time we flick, it has to swallow it. But its salivary glands seem to have some problems; the saliva is not very sufficient."

"At this time, we need to help."

After Victor finished spitting, his leather-shoed foot naturally stepped on its lower abdomen.

Yes, in their eyes, it was not [she], but [it].

The two men just like that, while smoking cigarettes, continued to chat, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

...

Liwan Island, Le Pai Bay Hotel.

"What? No presidential suite left? What's going on?"

Shang Rongyan raised her eyebrows slightly.

Sitting on the sofa in the hotel lobby, although her voice was soft, it was cold. As cold as a knife, it pierced fiercely into the heart of the assistant in front of her. She couldn't help but shiver, nervous to the extreme.

Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.