On the possibility of Gin's younger brother taking his older brother away

This all happens in an instant.

After making sure that the fallen guard had not attracted other attention, Qian Yuanqiu quietly came to the main entrance of the warehouse. Before he got close, he heard a fierce quarrel coming from the gap.

"How dare you sell it secretly! I have already forbidden you from gambling! What did you do with the money?"

The loud-voiced man asked almost in a roar.

"Besides, I told you there was something wrong with this batch of goods! You've been investigating for so long and you still can't figure out what that gang does! You're just as useless as you were when we were little!"

"I told you it's a debt collection company!"

Jiro Oda avoided talking about his secret reselling of goods and spending a lot of money at the gambling table, and instead angrily refuted the second half of the statement.

He investigated this for two weeks and even bribed one of the members, but that bastard Ichiro Oda still didn't believe him. Damn it!

"Would someone who is collecting debts buy such sophisticated weapons? Idiot!"

Ichiro Oda raised his hand and slapped him, and Jiro Oda did not want to be outdone and clenched his fist to fight back.

When the other members saw the situation escalating, they tried to stop the fight, but they just rushed over and pushed Jiro Oda to the ground.

"Assholes! You guys!"

Jiro Oda was pinned to the ground, unable to move. He could only raise his head with difficulty and roar at the group of people who were taking sides.

It's always like this. I don't mention my own contributions, but I've always worked hard. But this group of people never accepted me. I don't need to think about who is behind this.

Ichiro Oda agreed to join the Morita Group just to vent his jealousy of being loved by his parents. He just wanted to enjoy the pleasure of stepping on himself!

Seeing his brother lying on the ground with an expression that looked like he wanted to kill him, Ichiro Oda's face was distorted with anger and he kicked him hard in the stomach.

"what!"

Jiro Oda cried out in pain, and the dust on the ground choked his nostrils with his breath. He looked at the exquisite leather shoes in front of him, which seemed so close yet so far away.

"Fool, don't forget your identity."

Ichiro Oda stepped on his brother's head and looked at the man on the ground with disdain.

Just as he raised his leg to stomp hard, a man wearing glasses stepped out and interrupted him.

"Boss, the most urgent thing is to move before anyone comes after us. At least leave here. It's best to abandon that batch of goods."

“Abandon? How many brothers died for that batch of goods? Damn it. I should have thought of it from the equipment of those guards at that time.”

With well-trained skills and professional equipment, if the other side had not been so small in number and had no one to lead them, I would have been defeated long ago.

Ichiro Oda spat and kicked him hard.

The man on the ground groaned in pain and couldn't help but curl up his body, trying to relieve the pain spreading in his abdomen.

At this time, the man with glasses noticed the abnormal shadow on the warehouse door and asked loudly: "Who is there?"

This sound attracted the attention of everyone outside.

The warehouse door was slowly pushed open, and a dark shadow whose face could not be seen stood at the door against the light.

Ichiro Oda frowned and cursed: "Didn't I ask you to stay outside... Who are you?!"

Before he finished speaking, he instantly realized that this person was not a companion he was familiar with.

Realizing that the person coming was not the guard, the others also drew their weapons and looked at the person coming in vigilantly.

The young man was wearing a black sports suit and a baseball cap of the same color pulled down very low. He was playing with two spherical objects in his hands and did not feel nervous at all as if he was being pointed at by a circle of guns.

"excuse me."

The young man walked into the warehouse leisurely and closed the door behind him.

He looked around and roughly estimated the number of people.

"Who are you? You're on duty outside!" Ichiro Oda held his gun vigilantly.

"There's no one outside." Qian Yuanqiu shook his head.

"How is that possible? Xiye and the other three are guarding outside."

"Those three guys are slacking off again?"

Ichiro Oda ignored the discussions of his men and continued to look at the young man with high vigilance.

He cursed angrily: "Idiot, there is obviously something wrong with this guy! Catch him!"

The men around immediately surrounded him upon hearing the order, but were frightened by the spherical object thrown by Qian Yuanqiu and retreated one after another.

"Boss! It's a bomb!"

Everyone was unable to avoid it and watched helplessly as the spherical object made a sizzling sound and then spewed out a misty white gas that quickly filled the entire space.

Feeling the weakness in his body and the fatigue in his brain, Ichiro Oda's eyes widened with anger.

"you!"

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, he collapsed powerlessly on top of the unconscious Jiro Oda.

Qian Yuanqiu injected the antidote in advance, and after making sure that everyone had fallen down, he slowly counted the number of people who had lost consciousness on the ground and compared them with the number given by the intelligence.

"Hey? The goods aren't here?"

After confirming the number of people, Qian Yuanqiu searched around the warehouse but did not find any stolen goods.

With no other options, he separated the Oda brothers on the ground, tied them to chairs, and injected two shots of antidote into them.

While waiting for the medicine to take effect, Qian Yuanqiu's eyes moved back and forth between the two brothers.

The first person to show signs of waking up was Jiro Oda. His eyes were dazed and he hadn't yet realized what was happening.

"You're awake, can you answer a question for me?"

Qian Yuanqiu squatted down to look him in the eye and asked with a smile.

"Wha...what?"

Jiro Oda looked at his accomplices who had fallen to the ground around him and his older brother who had also been tied up. Even if he was stupid, he knew that the young man was not as gentle and harmless as he appeared to be.

"Did you guys steal the goods from the other day?"

Now Oda Jiro was completely awake, and instantly recalled Oda Ichiro's warning to him, but it was too late.

He looked in horror at the young man's eyes without a smile, as well as Ichiro Oda who was tied up opposite him and didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and he immediately made a decisive decision to push all the responsibility away.

"Yes, it was my eldest brother who stole it! I was forced to do it!"

"You...you bastard."

A weak voice came, which evoked Jiro Oda's memory of being bullied, and he shrank back reflexively.

As soon as Oda Dalang woke up, he heard the rubbish he was talking about. He was furious: "You swore that it was just an ordinary debt collection company!"

This is exactly what he said. Oda Jiro shrank his neck guiltily, but soon retorted: "I told you to let me investigate further, but you can't wait any longer."

“You!”

"Snapped"

The crisp sound of high-fives stopped the quarrel between the two.

"I'm not interested in who's responsible."

Qian Yuanqiu clasped his hands together and asked with a smile: "Where did you put the goods?"

Ichiro Oda glared at his useless brother fiercely.

He looked at the young man's slightly immature face and came up with an idea.

There was only one person here, and he didn't look very old, so he must have just started working. I was just being careless, and if I just threatened him, he would run away in a hurry...

"Kid, the rest of our team will be back soon. If you let us go now, I can pretend nothing happened."

Ichiro Oda showed a ferocious expression and threatened.

"That's what a dying villain usually says."

The young man in front of him was clearly smiling, but for no reason, Ichiro Oda felt a chill down his spine.

He suppressed the strangeness in his heart, pretended to be sure of victory and said, "Oh, then you just wait to die."

"..."

Qian Yuanqiu put away his smile and looked unhappy.

"No one will come to rescue you."