The passers-by are vicious

"By the way, how did the matter go? Was it resolved?" Duan Ye asked with his chin raised while "playing" with Jiang Wanwan.

Looking at Jiang Wanwan leaning on Duan Ye's shoulder with a coquettish look, Duan Ye sneered: "That old guy is very tough, but no matter how tough he is, he will tell everything when he sees the gun."

Why do you always treat him in a sarcastic way? Why can't you speak nicely to him instead of using sweet words to flatter his "father"?

Duan Ye's hand unconsciously reached into the slightly bulging pocket of his army blue shirt, ignoring the gift he had specially selected and wasting his efforts.

The tiny drops of light scattered on his forehead covered Duan Ye's eyebrows and eyes, and also covered the jealousy in his eyes that he himself was not aware of.

Duan Ye, who had his arm around Jiang Wanwan's waist, nodded, as if he was not surprised that he was using interrogation as a means of interrogation.

Duan Ye doesn't care about the process as long as the result is good. His son's temper is even more impatient than his.

After all, in this day and age, who cares about being aboveboard anymore? People believe that political power comes from the barrel of a gun, and whoever has a gun is the boss.

This time, Duan Ye sent Duan Ye out to get the batch of opium that was hidden after a private transaction with foreigners. How dare a mere foreigner buy and sell opium on the Duan family's territory? All the opium was sunk into the sea.

Although the Duan family is only a local warlord, they are also Chinese. It is forbidden to buy and sell contraband such as opium in the Duan family's territory, and anyone found doing so will be shot.

Thinking of the old guy who dared to sell contraband, Duan Ye's eyes became even more violent. What a bunch of dead guys, they really dared to touch anything for profit.

He wanted to see, with the old man Jiang De as a precedent, who would dare to disobey the Duan family's orders on the Duan family's territory.

"Now that the result is out, it's time for us to take action." Duan Ye sneered. He had long disliked that old foreigner named Old Mike.

It would be best to get rid of them all this time.

Duan Ye nodded: "We'll solve it all tomorrow night."

Jiang Wanwan, who was leaning in Duan Ye's arms, stretched out her finger and poked the man's chest, saying coquettishly, "I heard that those foreigners have a lot of rare jewels at home. Marshal, don't forget to bring them back for me when the time comes~."

Duan Ye hugged her tighter, and put his thin lips on Jiang Wanwan's earlobe and licked it gently. "Okay, I'll give you all."

"ah......."

Duan Ye, who was sitting opposite, turned pale as he watched Duan Ye flirting with Jiang Wanwan in front of him without any hesitation. His fingers on his knees were pinched until they turned white.

As a general, he was so ignorant of propriety and shame that he was flirting with a woman in front of his own son.

Duan Ye was unwilling to admit that the sourness in his heart was jealousy. He just felt that he was a little angry that Jiang Wanwan seduced Duan Ye in front of him and was not doing his job properly.

Duan Ye was deceiving himself.

"The young marshal is watching." As if noticing Duan Ye's dark face, Jiang Wanwan smiled coquettishly and pushed Duan Ye's head buried in her neck.

"Ignore him."

Duan Ye stood up with a gloomy face, strode directly to the stairs to return to his room. However, when standing on the stairs, he couldn't help but glance at Jiang Wanwan who was pressed on the sofa by Duan Ye.

Seeing her hugging Duan Ye's waist with her cheeks flushed and her sweet smile on her face, Duan Ye gritted his teeth. This scene was really an eyesore and he didn't want to watch it any longer.

He turned around, went back to the room and slammed the door shut, as if to vent his dissatisfaction.

After closing the door, Duan Ye began to take a shower and change clothes. He could still see her charming face with a flushed face, and he couldn't help but swear with a dark face.

He threw his military shirt to the ground, revealing the scars of various sizes on his back, which added a bit of wildness to his tight muscles.

He pulled his pants off and threw them on the ground, then turned and walked into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water could be heard, mixed with heavy breathing.

On the sofa downstairs, Jiang Wanwan's cheongsam had been taken off and thrown on the ground. Her rosy lips were tender and tempting, and she was panting softly.

Jiang Wanwan lay in Duan Ye's arms with her eyes blurred and her cheeks flushed. She stroked his chest and said tenderly, "Don't forget the jewelry I want."

.........

The neoclassical style house from the Republic of China is where the foreigner Lao Lao Mike lives in Jinghai.

Groups of soldiers wearing blue uniforms and holding guns surrounded the entire white villa.

Under the crystal chandelier, Duan Ye raised his long legs and kicked the foreigner Old Mike firmly in the chest.

Old Mike with dark brown hair spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Duan Ye squatted down and sneered, grabbing his hair with his military-gloved hands: "Where is the money? Where is it hidden?"

"I... don't... know where they are. They are gone." Old Mike begged for mercy in not very standard Chinese.

Duan Ye stood up, adjusted his gloves and turned around, his expression unclear on his handsome face.

Just when Old Mike thought he believed him and was about to get up, Duan Ye turned around and kicked him to the ground with a sinister sneer in his eyes.

"Do you think I will believe you? Tell me where you hid the money."

Old Mike lay prone, crawled to Duan Ye with difficulty, and grabbed his trouser leg: "I really... don't know, Marshal,... spare me."

Duan Ye's face became more gloomy and he snorted coldly: "Let you go?"

“You don’t deserve it!”

Old Mike was so scared that he was shaking all over. He knew that Duan Ye would not let him go, and he had no intention of running away, but he wanted to beg for mercy: "Young Marshal... I... I really... the money is all there."

In fact, he had known that this day would come, as all his money was in foreign banks.

The soldiers in blue uniforms standing by felt relieved when they saw the old foreigner lying on the ground in such a miserable state.

In the past, this old foreigner relied on the fact that he was a foreigner to bully others in Jinghai. Now it is time for him to lie on the ground and look down on the Chinese.

Of course, Duan Ye is not the only one here today.

Duan Ye was sitting on the sofa in the old house with his legs folded. He crossed his legs and shook a glass of amber champagne in his hand. His military boots swayed in the air. He watched Duan Ye deal with Old Mike with a nonchalant look on his handsome face.

Standing behind him was his adjutant, Duan Hangjin, who was a member of the Duan family.

The man stood upright beside the sofa where Duan Ye was sitting. His facial features were deep and his eyebrows were beautiful. His handsome face was serious, indifferent and steady.

But his black pupils were staring at the old foreigner Mike, who refused to speak. He lowered his head slightly to think for a moment, then spoke to Duan Ye, who was sitting on the sofa and shaking his wine glass.

"Marshal, he didn't say anything, I think he is sure that we can't find it. I think he may have hidden the money in a foreign bank."

Duan Hangjin's voice was as cold and clear as spring water, but his words silenced the old foreigner Mike, who was still begging for mercy.

He opened his eyes wide and looked up in disbelief at the cold and arrogant man standing on the sofa.