In a villa in a prime location in S City, Ming Zhiqiang and his son were talking to several Japanese people.
In fact, Ming Zhiqiang and his son, like many officials, are not natives of S City, but they have properties in major developing cities, such as Hong Kong, Macau, the capital, S City, etc.
This phenomenon is not uncommon, and there are countless such cases in the entire land of China! The name of the villa is not theirs, and few people know that this is their address. It's just a pity that this is S City. In S City, nothing can be hidden from the eyes and ears of Liu Xun.
The prime location, as the name suggests, is an area where every inch of land is as expensive as gold! The housing prices here are almost sky-high, even higher than those in the capital!
"Mr. Iga, I'm very sorry about what happened last time. I didn't know Liu Xun could actually kill your expert. Please express my deepest apologies to you on my behalf!" Ming's father raised his teacup and said to several Japanese people.
"Mr. Ming, you are too polite. This incident was an accident and will not hinder our cooperation!" These Japanese people are not direct descendants of the Japanese family. They are just contact persons to convey the words of both parties.
"Well, please, Mr. Iga, give this box to you. It will be my token of gratitude to you." Ming's father snapped his fingers, and Ming Zhiqiang took out a black box from under the table and handed it to the Japanese man.
The Japanese in the middle touched the box, smiled, and winked at the Japanese next to him. The Japanese took out a jade box and said softly: "This is a national treasure that you lost with us during the war. Now, on your wedding day, we are giving it to you!"
"Okay, thank you all for your help." Ming's father smiled. He knew that these were things that were snatched away by Japan during the war between China and Japan in the past, but this was not important to him at all.
"If there's nothing else, we'll leave first." They came here obviously for the black box, and secondly to congratulate Ming Zhiqiang on his marriage.
"Okay, in that case, I won't keep any more of you. I won't go out. Be careful on the road, everyone!" Ming's father was a very cautious person. He knew that if he went to send these Japanese people off and was seen by someone with ulterior motives, it would be tantamount to his own destruction.
"Okay, let's take it slow!" The three Japanese people bowed to Ming's father and walked out of the villa. It was obvious that they were very familiar with Chinese etiquette.
The three Japanese people came out of the villa, got into the car one after another, and headed towards the international airport, without noticing the two black Mercedes-Benz following behind them.
"Brother Peng, do you want to fight?" The madman asked softly as he was in the same car with Dapeng.
"Wait a minute, Brother Xun said that we must not alert the enemy about this matter. We are just away from the villa, and there may be spies there. If we take action now... it will be very dangerous!" Dapeng has been in contact with Wang Yikai for a long time and has become very cautious.
"Well, let them enjoy themselves for a few more minutes." The madman held a three-inch long black knife in his hand. The blade was dull but the edge was extremely sharp.
About half an hour later, the Japanese drove a jeep to a remote area, which was a road that the international airport had to pass through! At this time, a large truck suddenly appeared in front of them. The truck did not hit the jeep, but just swung sideways and blocked the road!
Because if the truck crashed into the jeep, the three Japanese would be killed. Although they would die sooner or later, Liu Xun wanted to dig something out of them.
The sudden scene made the three Japanese people's faces change. They knew they were trapped without thinking. They immediately turned the car around and prepared to retreat to the rear, but just as they turned the car around, two Mercedes-Benz cars hit the jeep and flew out.
The jeep rolled over several times on the road, and finally slid more than ten meters, with four tires facing upwards, fixed there! After such a collision, although it would not be fatal, anyone would experience a brief shock.
Dapeng and Fengzi got out of the car, pulled out the three unconscious Japanese people, handcuffed them, and threw them into the back seat!
"Madman, go and throw away everything they don't have!" Dapeng said to the madman. Useless things naturally refer to weapons such as guns. If they wake up halfway and have weapons... it will be very dangerous.
After the madman got in the car, Dapeng checked the jeep several times and finally found a black box. Although he didn't know what was in the black box, he knew it definitely wasn't money.
"Forget it, let's take it back." Dapeng thought for a while and finally decided to take the black box back. No one would have thought that Dapeng's simple decision would even affect the safety of half of China!
"Brother Xun, it's done. What should we do now?" After finishing the work, Dapeng called Liu Xun.
"Get something useful from them, no matter what means!" Liu Xun's answer was calm and natural, but revealed a murderous aura.
The three Japanese were brought to a beach villa. Dapeng and Fengzi dragged them to the basement and locked them on an iron frame. After one of them poured a bucket of cold sea water on them, the three opened their eyes one after another.
"Who are you?" the leader of the Japanese people asked coldly. Dapeng and the madman looked at each other and remained silent.
"I advise you to let us go as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be beyond your ability to bear!" Seeing that the two men did not speak, the Japanese man continued to speak.
Dapeng walked up to the Japanese man who was talking, punched him in the abdomen, and said coldly: "Please understand the situation. You are now the squids on the iron plate. You are about to die, and you are still talking nonsense!"
"Who... are you?" Dapeng's punch was enough to make an ordinary person lie down for half a month. At this time, the Japanese man's face turned blue and his expression was full of pain.
"It doesn't matter who we are. What matters is whether you want to live or not. If you want to live... just answer our questions honestly!" Dapeng pulled over a chair and sat on it.
"What's the problem?" The three Japanese people looked at each other and asked in unison.
"Well, let me ask you the first question. Who are you?" Dapeng lowered his head and didn't even look at the three Japanese people. The madman next to him was playing with a black knife in his hand and sitting aside with boredom.
"We... came to China to do business, and we don't know..." a Japanese man said, but before he could finish, the madman's eyes suddenly changed, and the black knife in his hand stabbed into the Japanese man's thumb. With a slight flick, a severed finger fell to the ground, and blood dripped down like a fountain! (To be continued)