Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 361 Why haven’t you come yet?
That evening, in a corner of the lobby of the Nong Erjiao Restaurant.

Unlike the bustling hall where dozens of people were gambling, only five guests were eating at the three tables in the northwest corner, sitting by the window.

A middle-aged man with a shaved head casually spoke to the man sitting next to him who was engrossed in eating:
"Old A, so many years have passed, who even remembers you? Is it necessary to look around like a monkey while eating?"

"Hey, it's so much quieter to eat in the private room upstairs, why bother coming to this noisy and moldy corner?"

Old A put down his chopsticks, swallowed the food in his mouth, picked up his wine glass with both hands, stood up, and said in a deep voice:
"Sorry, brothers. We've been on the road for so many years, we're used to it. Let me toast you all first!"

Old A has a sharp, thin face with prominent cheekbones, resembling a vulture with its beak cut off. He has more white in his eyes than the average person, giving him a somewhat menacing appearance. He is less than 1.6 meters tall and is all lean muscle. His exposed skin is covered with tattoos in the shape of Buddhist scriptures, and even his neck has unique Buddhist patterns.

After downing his drink in one gulp, Old A sat down and licked his lips with his bright red tongue, seemingly still wanting more.

He then said in a sinister tone, "You might be drinking in a private room upstairs and not even know you've been surrounded by the police. There are more people in the main hall, so if something happens, we can take someone down with us."

Upon hearing this, the group exchanged glances, and a chill crept up their spines unnoticed.

In his early years, Old A was generous and made money quickly and easily.

Everyone seems to be enjoying their lives.

He looks more like a kind, chubby businessman. "Harmony brings wealth" and "praying to gods and Buddhas" are his constant refrains.

Unexpectedly, after committing the crime and hiding for several years, he returned to find himself completely changed.

The bald, middle-aged man stole a glance at Old A's exposed, angry Buddha tattoo. Then, recalling the rainy night when the gunshot rang out more than ten years ago, he couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva. He dared not underestimate Old A, who was dressed in poor clothes, and his address changed back to what it used to be.

“Brother A, after you left, the brothers and I didn’t know how to do anything else, so we had to go back to our old ways. Thanks to you, we did make some money in the past few years.”

We're all in this line of work. Old A is a local from Yong'an. This time, he sneaked back to Dongzhou and came straight to our door. Everyone knows what's going on.

They've come to collect a debt.

The bald, middle-aged man at the head of the group didn't mince words and laid everything out in the open. They'd almost finished their meal and it was time to get down to business.

Old A picked up a piece of fish and said as he ate, "Hmm, I know. You guys are pretty smart, you even knew to bribe the old folks in the village to block the road at the foot of the mountain. Hehe, the police can't do anything about these old scoundrels."

The bald, middle-aged man picked up a cigarette from the table, took one out, and offered it to Old A, saying modestly:

“Brother A, our skills are just rudimentary and nothing special. But we really owe our success to you. We are all very grateful to you. If you ever need anything in the future, just let us know.”

Old A picked up his chopsticks, waved his hand (not taking the cigarette), let out a satisfied burp, wiped his mouth, and said simply:
"Let's stop beating around the bush and exchanging these unnecessary pleasantries. When I left in a hurry back then, there was still over a million yuan in cash in the office safe, which I believe was divided among you guys."

"After I left, you all made a lot of money using my name. Well, I don't want much, just two million. I don't think this amount will affect your families if you all chip in. From now on, we're even."

Old A was a golden brand back then.

A private car will pick you up and drop you off at the top of the mountain. Once you reach the summit, everyone is a VIP. Not only is food and lodging included in this remote mountain area, but you can also order your own food! Unlimited mobile Wi-Fi is also available for your convenience.

No matter the time, whether you win or lose, if you want to go down the mountain, even in the middle of the night, a car will be arranged to escort you down.

Sometimes, worried that customers might get cocky after winning money or contemplate suicide after losing, they would thoughtfully send them directly to their homes.

Their reputation has been built up over the years, and they have never made a mistake.

So after Old A got into trouble and fled, his subordinates managed to cover it up. They then continued to run their old business in Yong'an under Old A's name, and over the years, they made quite a bit of money.

"Two million, that's enough to fill several sacks," an old man muttered, his voice not loud, but not quiet either, just loud enough for the people at the table to hear.

The bald, middle-aged man first glared at where the old man was sitting, then quickly picked up the wine bottle on the table and refilled Old A's glass, saying apologetically:
"Brother A is still as fair as ever. We stopped doing business a long time ago. Now we're just living off what we had before, and after a few years, there's not much left. Brother A, could you perhaps reduce the price a bit?"

Old A sneered: "Back then, even without high-interest rates, a single session could net you over ten thousand in profit just from the turnover. You've been stealing my reputation for years, and I'm only asking for the profits from ten sessions. Is that too much?"

"When we reopened the venue, we made quite a few concessions."

"But we are indeed facing difficulties now."

"Yeah, yeah, Brother A, you have no idea how strict the police have been these past few years."

"It's too difficult. We can't even open a billiards room. They come to check customers' IDs all the time! It scares everyone away!"

"Yes, yes! It's really too difficult!"

Old A raised his hand and slammed it on the table. With a "bang," the plates and bottles on the table rattled and clattered.

The middle of the hall was bustling with noise, which drowned out the main conversation, but a few people standing on the side still looked towards Old A.

Old A ignored them, squinted and looked at each one in a circle, then pulled out a black plastic bag containing an object from his pocket, slammed it on the table, and said through gritted teeth:
"Don't be so stubborn. I've gotten myself into plenty of trouble these past few years, and I'm definitely going to die if I go to jail! You guys have made enough money, and you don't want to spend your worthless lives with me, do you?"

Is this a lot of money?

gun!
Everyone's expression changed drastically, and their hearts sank. The shootings committed by Old A years ago suddenly flooded their minds, and perhaps in the next moment, they would face the same danger as before.

The aura of someone who has taken lives is absolutely genuine and not at all fake.

The former henchmen of Old A, led by the bald middle-aged man, were all complaining about being poor, openly and subtly indicating that they had no money. Now, Old A was telling these former subordinates that they had to pay to buy their lives, otherwise, Old A, who was going to die anyway, would definitely put his verbal threats into action.

"Not much, not much, Brother A is still the real deal."

The bald middle-aged man quickly lowered his head to admit his mistake, but as he turned his head away, he couldn't help but glance frequently towards the restaurant entrance, as if he was waiting for someone.

(End of this chapter)