Inheritance of Two Trillion Chapter 2368 - 1785: Only... Three People?!

Inside the white SUV, Jenny and her team observed powerlessly as the vehicles that had crossed the Luto Checkpoint alongside them were slapped with fines one after another before being released, while their own car found itself encircled by over a dozen armed guards.

Drivers from those fined vehicles shot them curious looks but swiftly turned away, eyeing them as if they were perilous outlaws.

The Luto Checkpoint leader marched right up to the white SUV's door and barked in a commanding voice at Jenny and the rest, "Everyone, get out of the car! Submit to interrogation!"

Intimidated by the armed guards, Jenny and her American companions hurriedly obeyed and stepped out of the vehicle.

"Form a line. I'll interrogate you one by one!" the checkpoint leader demanded icily.

The group swiftly lined up as ordered.

Though everyone felt a bit on edge, Jenny appeared far more composed than the others.

Jenny stood at the front of the line, and when the checkpoint leader drew near, she promptly offered her valid documents and clarified, "Sir, we are genuinely legitimate. See, here’s my passport, visa, work permit..."

The leader snatched them up casually, skimmed over them, and handed them back to Jenny.

"The documents check out, but you must still respond to my questions. Rules are rules!" the leader declared with a chilly snort.

Jenny nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, I get it. I'm fully ready to cooperate!"

Her demeanor was flawless.

The leader gave a nod and questioned her in a slow, languid manner, "Your name?" "Age?" "Origin?" "Why are you in Naliya? How long will you stay?" "What’s the destination of this trip?"

...

The interrogation dragged on like this, with most queries directly matching info from the documents.

Jenny started off replying diligently, but soon grew wary.

Nothing truly vital was being probed...

The real problem lay in the time—each person took roughly half an hour, so how long for the whole group...

Despite the swarm of checkpoint staff, they merely spectated like it was a show, refusing to assign more interrogators for parallel questioning...

In a brief lull, Jenny ventured, "Sir, as you can see, I'm clean, and so are they... What violation have we committed? Why single us out for this? Plus, these questions aren't all that critical."

"My questions aren't important? What if I probed something secret—could you reply?" the leader shot back harshly, showing no mercy.

Jenny was left dumbfounded.

"No answer? Then on we go." The leader sneered.

"You think it's tedious, but I'm exhausted too! What choice do I have!" he grumbled in the local tongue, not knowing Jenny caught every word.

"You fools, why provoke Mr. Samba’s friends of all people? Quit whining and take it!"

This grumble hit Jenny like lightning, sparking realization.

Shocked earlier by the interrogation demand and the armed encirclement, she had overlooked deeper angles.

Such as—

Why did the Huaxia folks' car skip the fine and roll out freely?

And why were they forced to pay up in line?

She had zero clue about Mr. Samba, let alone beef with his buddies.

Since arriving in Naliya, their sole clash had been—

With that Huaxia guy!

Connecting the odd dots, enlightenment dawned on Jenny; it clicked.

That Huaxia man must be Mr. Samba's local ally, and they had been set up completely!

With "everything clear now," Jenny pictured the young Huaxia face, seething with vengeful itch.

"If the BOSS learns I've been stymied by Huaxia people once more, she'll blow a fuse."

Post-revelation, Jenny pondered warning her team to hold their tongues... She made a mental note.

When under someone's roof, lower your head.

Now "enlightened," Jenny played along eagerly, voicing no gripes, and even hinted they were pals with the prior Huaxia car occupants—mere minor spat—and voiced plans to meet Mr. Samba...

This gave the leader pause, a hint of doubt.

Yet the grilling persisted, as it stemmed from Mr. Samba’s secretary's directive. They could've hauled them back for a "leisurely probe," but now it might wrap with roadside questioning...

Jenny kept up her smile while inwardly grinding her teeth at visions of Bai Xiaosheng, etching that irksome Huaxia into her memory.

...

At the same time, Bai Xiaosheng and his crew pressed onward to their goal.

Jenny's group was singled out for a deliberate inspection, apparently on the orders of Mr. Samba’s secretary, who gave “explicit instructions” to the checkpoint personnel. They were now facing serious difficulties.

Lin Weiwei mused gleefully to herself, her laughter ringing out with extra joy, “Serves them right for trying to trick us! They tried to cut in line and even flipped us off! Now they have their own troubles!”