The passers-by are vicious

Duan Hangjin adjusted Jiang Wanwan's cheongsam, but because the buttons had been pulled off by him, it could only be left open.

Jiang Wanwan casually took out a cigarette from the neatly arranged cigarette box on the desk, lit it with a lighter, and then sat back against the head of the bed.

Her slender, white fingers gently held the cigarette, and as she opened her mouth, wisps of white smoke slowly rose, forming floating smoke rings in the air.

When she caught a glimpse of Duan Hangjin who was still standing there motionless, Jiang Wanwan curled her red lips and said, "Don't you still have documents to deliver to the Marshal? Go quickly." The corners of her eyes and eyebrows slightly raised, revealing a myriad of charm that made people unable to help but feel moved.

Fortunately, Duan Hangjin did not forget his original purpose after being reminded. He picked up the military cap that fell on the ground, shook it, and put it back on.

Then he pursed his lips, opened the door, picked up the documents scattered on the ground, and pressed the brim of his hat before leaving: "I'm leaving first."

Jiang Wanwan just raised her chin and slowly rolled her eyes, without the enthusiasm she had before.

It was as if he was just treated as a tool.

Duan Hangjin closed the door, his handsome face still serious. Suddenly, he pinched the document with his fingers and pursed his lips into a straight line.

He adjusted the brim of his hat and walked quickly downstairs.

He needs to get the documents to the Marshal as soon as possible.

.........

The Marshal's Mansion, the Military and Political Building, and the Marshal's Office.

Duan Ye was leaning back in a chair, slowly turning the clock in his hand and listening to its ticking sound.

There was a knock on the door, and Duan Hangjin walked in quickly with the documents and handed them to Duan Ye.

"Marshal, here are the documents you requested."

Duan Ye glanced at the document on the table with some fold marks on it.

"One hour and 1 minutes."

Then he placed the clock on the table and asked without showing any emotion: "Is the document so hard to find this time?"

Duan Hangjin lowered his eyes, his serious face showing no sign of nervousness: "Sorry, Marshal, because..."

Before he could explain, Duan Ye raised his hand to interrupt Duan Hangjin.

He tugged at his tightly buttoned collar, then slowly raised his chin and looked at Duan Hangjin standing there: "You have been by my side for quite a while, I never care what delayed you, I only look at the result. Forget it this time, I hope there won't be a next time."

After saying that, he waved at Duan Hangjin, indicating that he could leave.

Just as Duan Hangjin put his hand on the armrest, Duan Ye suddenly called him again.

"Wait a moment."

Duan Hangjin immediately turned around and walked back to Duan Ye's desk.

Duan Ye leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed, flipping through the documents casually. "Duan Ye's fiancée, Xie Ning or Wan, was kidnapped."

"Send someone to look for her. I hope to see her at dinner." Duan Ye waved his hand without allowing any room for refusal and stopped looking at Duan Hangjin.

"Yes, Marshal."

Duan Hangjin responded, turned around, walked to the door, opened it and left. This time Duan Ye did not call him.

After closing the office door, Duan Hangjin pressed down the brim of his military cap and strode away with a cold face and no emotion at all.

Port, on board.

Xie Wan Ning was gagged and tied to a chair. She watched in horror as a mustachioed man sitting on the boat twirling a gun and pointing it against her temple.

As the button was pressed, Xie Wan Ning was so frightened that she trembled and closed her eyes. Then she heard a "click" and it was an empty gun.

Seeing her reaction, the mustached man twirling the gun laughed: "I didn't expect the young marshal's fiancée to be so timid."

The other men in black suits around also laughed: "This little girl is so scared that she almost fainted."

After everyone laughed at him, the man with the mustache put the bullet back into the magazine.

"Young Marshal Duan intercepted a batch of goods from our brothers. Do you think we can get those goods back if we use your words?" The mustache-wearing man Liu Laosan raised his chin and looked at Xie Wan Ning with a smile.

Xie Wan Ning struggled and shook her head, with fear in her eyes.

Liu Laosan was not surprised. He stroked his beard and nodded, "I think so. You are just his fiancée, not his wife. I don't think you can get these goods back."

Then he signaled with his eyes to take the cloth out of Xie Wan Ning's mouth.

Xie Wan Ning exhaled, and then said in a trembling voice with timidity: "Young Marshal doesn't care about me at all. If you really want that batch of goods, go and kidnap the Marshal's second concubine Jiang. She is much more important to the young marshal than I am. I'm sure you can get the goods back."

"When the time comes, no matter what you ask for, the young marshal will agree to it."

As soon as Xie Wan Ning finished speaking, Liu Lao San not only did not show any joy, but instead looked at her with a sneer.

The men around him even stepped forward and slapped Xie Wan Ning in the face.

Xie Wan Ning's cheeks swelled up instantly, and a trace of blood oozed from the corners of her mouth. She looked at Liu Lao San in disbelief: "I clearly told you..."

Liu Laosan wiped the gun with a rag, blew on the muzzle before glancing at Xie Wan Ning and laughing, "You also said that she is the Marshal's woman. We just want to get the goods back, but we dare not pluck the hair from the tiger's butt and seek death."

The subordinates also grumbled and looked at Xie Wan Ning with a bad face, "This little girl wants to kill us. She actually gave us evil ideas."

Although they have two guns among the gangsters, they are nothing but bugs compared to the Duan family who controls one side.

With the two guns in their hands, causing trouble for the Duan family would be just courting death. This time, they also made inquiries and found out that the young marshal's fiancée didn't care at all.

I think even if we send someone to rescue them, they might still be able to run away.

The subordinate in the black suit looked around vigilantly and said, "Brother San, I think she is useless. We might as well sink her. Let's go quickly, or else they might come looking for us."

Liu Laosan hit his subordinate on the head and said, "What are you afraid of? We have a backer too. Our boss is..."

The subordinate in the black suit who was beaten was not angry. Instead, he looked at Liu Laosan nervously and said, "But this time, we didn't even discuss it with the boss. We just did it on our own."

After he said that, Liu Laosan also felt a little weak. He quickly put the gun on his waist, tugged at his suit, and looked back and forth at the shore: "I don't think I can lose today."

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of soldiers in blue uniforms rushed out and surrounded the port.

Seeing that there were dozens of people, all holding rifles, Liu Laosan and his men didn't dare to resist. They raised their hands with a smile on their faces: "My lords, this is all a misunderstanding. We were just joking."

Duan Hangjin had a stern face and walked slowly towards me from behind with big strides in military boots.

He stood straight with no emotion in his eyes. He pressed down the brim of his hat with his hand and looked at Liu Laosan and the others, whose expressions did not change at all.

His voice was as cold as spring water, yet full of inhumanity: "Catch them all."

When Liu Laosan was about to mutter something, Duan Hangjin kicked him down and said, "Shut his mouth."