chsdbacks Chapter 20: Getting People to Do Things
Chapter 20: Getting People to Do Things
"Crown Prince Tai! If anything happens to my son, I..." Wei Jixiang gritted his teeth.
"What are you going to do? Bite me? Get lost!" Prince Tai hung up the phone immediately.
"Feed? Feed?! Prince Tai! You bastard!!!" Wei Jixiang screamed at the disconnected phone, slamming his fist against the glass of the phone booth with a dull thud. The glass didn't break, but the back of his hand immediately swelled up.
He leaned against the phone booth, slowly sliding down to the ground, his hands buried in his hair, letting out a low growl like a trapped beast. Despair, utter despair. The gang had abandoned him, Prince Tai had stood by and watched him die, his son's life hung by a thread... He was like an insect trapped in a spiderweb, no matter how much he struggled, he would only be drained dry.
A hand holding a cigarette was extended in front of his downcast gaze.
Wei Jixiang slowly raised his head.
"Finished the call?" Song Zhaowen handed over a cigarette, his tone indifferent: "I already told you, in Prince Tai's eyes you're not even worth a pet dog."
Wei Jixiang didn't take the cigarette. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Song Zhaowen, his gaze filled with extreme hatred: "Crown Prince Tai... that scoundrel! He deserves to die a horrible death!"
"We don't know if he'll die a good death," Song Zhaowen squatted down, stuffed a cigarette into Wei Jixiang's mouth (whose lighter he was struggling to light), and then lit it for him with a "snap." "But your son might be in for a rough time right now. Twenty-five minutes left."
Wei Jixiang took a deep drag on his cigarette, the acrid smoke causing him to cough violently, but it also seemed to clear his muddled mind slightly: "Hard Fist Wen, I know what you want to do. Help me deal with Sang Bo, and after that, I'll help you deal with Prince Tai. I know a lot about Prince Tai!"
"Shek O Dog Farm, are you familiar with the area?"
Wei Jixiang's face lit up with joy, and he immediately nodded: "I know him! I used to help Prince Tai, who likes to eat dog meat, and I picked up the goods for him a few times..."
"What's inside? Besides the dog kennels and warehouses, what other buildings are there?" Song Zhaowen interrupted his rambling.
"I don't know either, I've only been there a few times."
Song Zhaowen nodded and said no more.
Pick up the microphone, insert coins, and dial.
"Feed?" Ahua's voice came through the background noise.
"Ah Hua, it's me. Get on the plane immediately, gather ten of your toughest guys, pack your gear, and head to the abandoned dog farm east of Shek O. Do you know the place?"
"Shek O Dog Farm? I know the gist of it..." Ah Wah's voice immediately turned serious, and the background noise decreased, indicating that they had moved to a quiet place: "Brother Man, are we going to do something? Who's the opponent?"
"Sang Bo, who had just been released from prison, had kidnapped Wei Jixiang's son there."
"I know Sangbo, he's a mad dog~ No problem, boss, see you at the dog farm in twenty minutes."
Xiao Zhuoxiao had already driven the car over, and Wei Jixiang paced back and forth beside the car like an ant on a hot pan.
"Get in the car, I'll give you directions." Song Zhaowen opened the car door.
The car quickly drove away from the city and arrived at a desolate coastal highway. The setting sun left only a dark red afterglow, and the sky quickly darkened.
"Turn left ahead, that dirt road is it!"
Xiao Zhuoxiao turned off the car and parked it in the shade by the roadside.
They met up with Ahua and the others who had arrived earlier.
"Brother Wen!"
A dozen or so thugs, armed with steel pipes, baseball bats, and machetes wrapped in newspapers, surrounded them.
The plane, which loves to smash people, said excitedly, "Boss, shall we charge in now?"
"Don't worry, the dog farm is so big, how do you know where the person is hiding?"
After speaking, Song Zhaowen stretched out his hand, closed his eyes, and the mutated hair under his fingers trembled slightly, capturing the subtle vibrations carried by the wind in the distance—the faint barking of dogs, the sound of the wind, and... the noisy sounds of people.
Wei Jixiang had no idea what Song Zhaowen was up to, but he didn't dare to disturb him.
However, he was so anxious that he felt like an ant on a hot pan.
Fortunately, it didn't take long. When Song Zhaowen opened his eyes again, he said to everyone with great confidence, "In the warehouse. Let's go, let's get to work!"
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Inside the warehouse at Shek O Dog Farm.
Under the dim light of a kerosene lamp, Da Hong was locked in an old dog cage about half a person's height, his mouth stuffed with rags, his face covered in tear stains and bruises, trembling with fear.
Sangbo was blind in one eye, and his face was covered in hideous scars. He held a thin iron rod and poked Da Hong in the cage from time to time, listening to the child's whimpers and letting out a satisfied, eerie laugh.
"Heh heh, you little bastard, scared yet? This is how your old man gouged out my eye back then!" Sang Bo pointed to his empty left eye socket with the iron bar. "When your old man comes later, tell me, should I chop off his finger first, or make a hole in his face?"
A dozen or so shady-looking thugs watched the spectacle with amusement and laughter.
"Brother Ba Wang, some of the guys on the outskirts saw two cars driving this way. Could it be that scoundrel Wei Jixiang bringing his men?" The blond-haired henchman sidled up to Sang Bo.
"Wei Jixiang brought men?" Sang Bo's one eye glared, then he grinned maliciously. "Good! I was afraid he wouldn't come! How many men did he bring?"
"I can't see very clearly, it's getting dark, maybe... a dozen or twenty." The blond-haired thug's voice sounded a little weak.
"What's there to be afraid of!" Sang Bo spat, threw the iron bar on the ground, pulled a dark, short-barreled shotgun from his back, and cocked it with a click. "A dozen or twenty? I have a dozen or so brothers here too, plus this shotgun, they're in for a rough time!"
He glanced at his men, a cruel glint in his single eye: "Listen up, all of you! Wei Jixiang is here. Whoever is the first to cut him down gets a 50,000 yuan reward! The rest, 10,000 yuan for each head! Kill them all, and I'll treat you to three days and three nights of fun on Portland Street!"
Enticed by the hefty reward, the previously apprehensive henchmen became instantly excited, brandishing their machetes and steel pipes and howling, "Brother Tyrant is mighty! Kill them!"
The noise inside the warehouse grew louder, and Da Hong, inside the dog cage, huddled up in fear.
Just then, a muffled thud came from outside the warehouse, followed by the sound of shattering glass and a short scream—it was the lookout on the outside!
"They're here!" A fierce glint flashed in Sangbo's eyes as he immediately roared, "Guard the door! Don't let them rush in! Ah Gou, take two men and keep watch at the back window!"
The warehouse door was quickly closed, leaving only a crack. Sangbo's henchmen immediately scattered, some hiding behind piles of goods, others guarding the door, weapons raised, nervously watching the outside.
It became quiet outside, with only the sound of the wind and the waves.
"What the hell?" Sangbo frowned, picked up his hunting rifle, and peered through the crack in the door. It was pitch black outside, with only the faint light of car headlights on the distant dirt road, but he couldn't make out any people.
Sangbo gestured to several of his men to go to the door to check.
Suddenly, a loud "bang" came from the direction of the main entrance, and the entire heavy wooden door bulged inward, sending wood chips flying!
Several henchmen who had just surrounded the area were caught in the crossfire and fell to the ground screaming.