I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2203 - 1407: The Long Night (Part 2)

By putting himself in others' positions, Jiang Chen managed to grasp the intentions driving the other individual's behavior.

Nobody is without faults.

Folks generally think Hu Die is aligned with Fang Jun, yet she's truly in Cao's camp with her heart yearning for Han. Song Chaoge's decision to forsake her for Hu Die essentially shattered her core beliefs.

When a person's convictions crumble, their thoughts narrow to just two paths: unleashing chaos on everything or turning inward for self-ruin.

If fault must be pointed, it's simply that Zhong Tingwang had the misfortune of stumbling right into the line of fire.

No,

he charged straight into it on his own.

Young Master Song proves to be quite the intriguing figure.

It's all about connections with people, right? Here, they've handed over the people to him, and the moment trouble strikes, they summon him at once.

Boss Jiang can't exactly claim this situation has nothing to do with him.

"Zhong Xiaoye's underlings wouldn't betray him without a fight."

Based on what's being said now, it's at worst an attempted abduction. Whether a full kidnapping actually took place remains unclear; lacking video footage, accounts vary wildly from each side.

Even supposing it was a kidnapping, how much could they hold out?

Would it be enough to make those hardened criminals turn against their superior's superior?

Clenching their jaws, the harshest outcome might be a stint behind bars, maybe even adding a legendary tale to their criminal saga. But betraying the boss breaches the sacred code; do they wish to keep surviving in that world?

Moreover.

If they did turn traitor, would the boss ever let it slide?

The boss's vengeance cuts deeper than any courtroom sentence.

It's barely even a tough choice.

"It doesn't matter."

Jiang Chen's response quietly affirmed He Yihui's assessment that the ten aides hadn't sold out Zhong Xiaoye; they hadn't even turned on their immediate boss Xiao. The rich Zhong Tingwang's spending hadn't gone to waste; beyond enjoying complimentary perks, they'd likely choose death over disappointing their loyal chief.

But is there an admission of guilt?

Does that even count?

"The law does demand proof, though its application can stretch pretty far."

Jiang Chen grinned.

He Yihui went quiet.

The legal system isn't vanishing anytime soon; it's merely that its limits have shifted.

"You're aiming to use this chance to trap Zhong Xiaoye on the mainland? Plenty of folks will object."

Her second sister stands out among them, no doubt.

Jiang Chen stroked his teacup, letting out a soft breath.

"We'll see how it plays out."

He Yihui cast a subtle look his way and poured herself some tea.

Meanwhile.

Zhong Tingwang occupied a seat.

That seat, however, was made of metal, and despite the summer heat, it radiated an icy chill.

This night had been relentlessly hectic.

Shifting from one interrogation spot to the next.

Absent the motto of "lenient for confession, strict for resistance," the room's four walls loomed in a monotonous gray, windowless and oppressive.

"Name."

"Hometown."

"Age."

Zhong Xiaoye responded promptly even to basics like "gender."

This embodied the poise expected of a true heavyweight.

Bragging about riches and influence in a spot like this belongs only in foolish films.

"Describe your actions this evening."

Once the preliminaries wrapped, diving into the core issue, Zhong Tingwang started resisting.

"I was simply talking with Miss He at the Westin. What's the issue?"

"You know full well if there's an issue. Zhong Xiaoye, we're aware of your background, so let's not drag this out."

A regular officer wouldn't speak with such authority.

In essence.

Without sufficient rank, they lack the standing to probe Zhong Tingwang. What caliber of officials does Zhong Tingwang rub shoulders with in Haojiang?

"If you doubt me, Miss He can vouch for it."

Though the event struck abruptly and without prep, the veteran Nine-headed Bird wouldn't buckle under this setup. He stayed poised and relaxed, even linking his fingers as if at leisure.

A cigar in hand right now would complete the picture.

"Since we've targeted you, you get it. Your crew has spilled everything."

Classic mind games.

Pretty basic stuff.

Even street toughs who's done time wouldn't bite on that.

Zhong Xiaoye offered a faint smile, appearing innocent, though his eyes held a frosty edge.

The second part was pure fabrication, no question.

His reputation as Zhong Xiaoye echoes through the shadows.

His men wouldn't dare flip on him, least of all over minor offenses.

Yet the opening line gnawed at him.

No proof, no statements, and still they tracked him down swiftly and "brought" him in.

What does that imply?

Though every person must aid inquiries.

He's no ordinary bystander.

This isn't merely a casual chat over tea, is it?

And clearly, no brew was on offer.

"Could you fill me in on what's going on?"

The questioners across from him didn't bang the desk but regarded him steadily.

"If you'd like to hear our version, we can share, but you'll just be burning your own time."

"No problem, it's a long night—stories can pass the time nicely."

At the same time.

Inside the Kyoto Hotel.

Little brother Xiao showed far less calm than his boss's steady front, his shirt clinging damply from sweat, though not fully soaked.

That's right.

As Boss Zhong Tingwang got hauled away, he stayed loose, pacing the suite.

He couldn't reach the boss.

The driver was also out of contact.

Evidently.

Trouble's afoot.

If he couldn't sense that, all his years were pointless.

The second the boss told him to dial the cops, he knew it felt off. Regardless of whether the team talks or holds firm, involving police blows it wide open. Still, the boss was firm, and defying him was unthinkable.

Sure enough.

The boss hasn't shown, no updates, likely stuck for good measure.

Little brother Xiao felt lost and scared; he'd prefer being locked up alongside the boss, sharing the burden. Left free while the boss suffers inside—what might the boss conclude?

"Damn it!"

Little brother Xiao stared at the faint moonlight beyond, convinced Kyoto brought him bad luck, sensing disaster lurking close.

Can't sit idle.

Action's needed!

Otherwise, the boss will hold it against him.

After weighing options, little brother Xiao steeled himself, pulling out his cell to dial Second Miss without hesitation.

Even if it backfires, better him in the crosshairs first. The boss getting nabbed ahead is downright odd.

Reaching out to Second Miss is the securest move.

The line picked up.

Little brother Xiao reined in his anxiety, addressing her respectfully, even bowing a bit at the waist.

Though she couldn't witness it.

Still, tone conveys posture.

"Second Miss, I'm with Mr. Zhong; it looks like Mr. Zhong's hit some snags."

After tense quiet, Second Miss's steady reply emerged.

"Tell me."

Little brother Xiao eased up, swiftly recounting the full story in detail, starting from the clash at Kyoto Hotel.

As that sparked it all.

"Second Miss, tonight the boss headed to see Fourth Miss for a goodbye, but he's not back, and the escorts plus driver are uncontactable, signaling real issues, and I'm reluctant to involve Fourth Miss..."

Little brother Xiao isn't clueless.

Alliances and roles matter deeply.

For the once-shining He Family gem, dubbed the Gambling King's top heir by outsiders, Zhong Xiaoye was probably still scraping by on the streets back then; to Second Miss, tonight's scheme might appear impulsive.

But she stayed silent.

Of course.

To a subordinate.

What needs saying?

"I get it."

Little brother Xiao bowed lower on reflex, starting to thank her, but the other side had already hung up.