flstandardbreds Chapter 285 Ichiro Miki, Single-Minded in Making Money
Chapter 285 Ichiro Miki, Single-Minded in Making Money
Bai Luo looked at the box full of gold bars, picked it up and weighed it. He estimated that it must weigh at least 20 kilograms.
However, Bai Luo did not store the gold in his spatial storage. Instead, he returned to the ground and called Zhang Qing and Zhang Bao down from next door.
The two who came down were also shocked by the gold in the box that Bai Luo opened.
Zhang Qing glanced at him briefly before quickly regaining her senses. She then stared intently at Mitsui Ichiro, who had collapsed to the ground, her eyes brimming with resentment and anger.
Zhang Bao looked at the chest full of gold and muttered to himself how many wives he could marry with that money.
Bai Luo quickly walked around the hall, estimating the number of boxes there.
Bai Luo quickly counted them; there were 223 boxes in total, most of which were probably antiques.
After making the estimate, Bai Luo walked to Zhang Qing's side.
At this moment, Zhang Qing was staring intently at Miki Ichiro, who had fainted on the ground, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.
Seeing this, Bai Luo immediately handed the dagger from his waist to Zhang Qing. When Zhang Qing saw the dagger that suddenly appeared in front of him, his consciousness was finally pulled out of his hatred.
He glanced at Bai Luo standing beside him and gave her a forced smile.
“Not now. I’ll take him to my deceased wife’s grave before I do it.”
Upon hearing Zhang Qing's words, Bai Luo sheathed his dagger and said something.
"Uncle Zhang, do you have a way to get rid of the antiques and gold here?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Qing looked around at all the boxes in the underground space and chuckled.
"Don't underestimate me. Where are you sending these antiques and gold? I'll have someone deliver them to you directly."
Bai Luo shook his head upon hearing this.
“Uncle Zhang, keep these things to develop your intelligence network. I hope our intelligence network can cover the entire land of the Dragon Kingdom.”
Looking into Bai Luo's serious eyes, Zhang Qing stared back at him for a long time.
Then he nodded heavily.
"Zhang Bao, go find someone to move all of this out for me."
"No problem, shopkeeper."
After Zhang Bao responded, he immediately went out to look for someone.
Bai Luo then turned his gaze to Miki Ichiro on the ground, since he had nothing better to do anyway.
He grabbed him and pulled him up, giving him two big nose rolls.
While unconscious, Mitsui Ichiro felt a sharp pain on both sides of his cheeks and instinctively opened his mouth to curse.
"Baka... slap."
Before Ichiro Miki could finish his insults, he was hit on the nose again.
This completely brought Miki to her senses.
Squinting with his still slightly stinging eyes, he surveyed the situation before him. In front of him stood two people, one tall and one short.
However, both of their faces were covered, so he couldn't see their faces at all. He rubbed his burning cheeks, and Miki Ichiro's drowsy brain began to slowly start working again. Gradually, he remembered where he was.
His eyes immediately scanned his surroundings, but all he saw were the corpses of his subordinates scattered all over the ground. Miki Ichiro's heart sank, and he frantically tried to recall who he had offended recently.
But the next moment he realized that he had offended so many people over the years that he couldn't even count them all, so he simply asked directly.
"Who are you two gentlemen? Have I offended you? Or are you just doing this for money?"
"Hahaha, Mitsui Ichiro, you really don't recognize me? Take a good look and see who I am!"
Zhang Qing stared angrily at Miki Ichiro, who was sitting half-on the ground, and at the same time ripped off his hat and scarf.
When Miki Ichiro heard Zhang Qing's words, his heart sank instantly. Judging from the meaning behind the man's words, he must have offended him before, and not just a little.
So after Zhang Qing took off her scarf and hat, Miki Ichiro squinted his still slightly stinging eyes at Zhang Qing's now exposed face.
Miki Ichiro immediately felt that the face looked familiar, and he frowned as he tried to recall where he had seen this person before.
Zhang Qing also saw Miki Ichiro racking his brains in thought.
"Just a reminder, you were the president of the Rifeng Chamber of Commerce back then. Think about what you did back then."
When Miki Ichiro heard Zhang Qing's reminder, his heart sank to the bottom. During his years as the president of the Fengshang Association, he had always been ruthless.
Although he hadn't yet figured out the name of the person in front of him, he knew that tonight was truly a night of doom.
Just then, he suddenly remembered where he had seen this person before.
"You are... Zhang Qing from Zhang's Shop?"
"Hahaha, it seems you've remembered. That's right, I am Zhang Qing."
Miki Ichiro's last hope vanished the moment Zhang Qing admitted it.
He still remembers the terrible way he tormented his wife.
Miki Ichiro no longer wants to struggle, because it's pointless.
He simply shut his mouth, giving the impression that he was free to kill or torture as he pleased.
Seeing the old Japanese soldier's demeanor, Bai Luo spoke to Zhang Qing, who was somewhat mad beside him.
"Uncle Zhang, how about I interrogate him? I promise I won't kill him."
Zhang Qing wiped away the tears in her eyes and nodded to Bai Luo.
Upon hearing this, Miki Ichiro immediately became anxious.
He was prepared to die today, but not to be tortured.
So he immediately started to provoke her.
"Zhang Qing, do you know how I tortured your wife to death? Do you know how good she was to you, even in death she refused to reveal your affair..."
Bai Luo saw right through Miki Ichiro's plan: he wanted Zhang Qing to kill him in a fit of rage after hearing about the torment his wife suffered before her death.
Bai Luo didn't give him a chance to speak again, and quickly pulled out the Glock pistol from his thigh to give Miki Ichiro's hand, which was supporting him on the ground, a free manicure.
"Puff puff puff puff puff".
"Aaaaaah, you idiot!!!"
Miki Ichiro felt a sharp pain in his right hand.
A bloodcurdling scream escaped from Miki Ichiro's mouth.
"Xiao Luo, let him speak, and make him describe it in detail. I will make him pay a thousandfold for the torment my wife suffered."
At this moment, Zhang Qing's eyes were bloodshot, his hands were clenched into fists, and he spoke slowly and deliberately.
Miki Ichiro clutched his right hand, which had been broken by Bai Luo, and stared at Zhang Qing, whose face was contorted with rage.
His body trembled involuntarily, and his heart was filled with fear.
He could feel Zhang Qing's overwhelming hatred for him at that moment; the other party was definitely not joking.
"Mr. Zhang... I'm willing to compensate you. These boxes are full of valuable antiques and gold. You can take them all..."
"Is everything here yours?"
Before Zhang Qing could speak, Bai Luo directly picked up where Miki Ichiro left off.
Miki Ichiro glanced at Zhang Qing, but seeing that he didn't respond, he hesitated for a moment before nodding to Bai Luo.
"Aren't you from the Special Higher Police? Tell me in detail where these antiques came from."
Bai Luo squatted down in front of Miki Ichiro, holding a pistol.
Looking at Bai Luo squatting in front of him, Miki Ichiro realized that the short man wearing a black mask in front of him seemed to be a child.
Out of the corner of his eye, Miki Ichiro glanced at the pistol Bai Luo was holding, and for a moment, his little thoughts started to resurface.
Miki Ichiro swallowed hard and whispered in a seemingly cooperative manner.
"I joined the Special Higher Police only to make it easier to extract profits, and..."
Miki Ichiro's voice grew softer and softer as he watched Bai Luo gradually approach him.
The ferocity hidden in his eyes slowly revealed itself.
"And what? Speak louder."
Bai Luo asked a question in response.
Bai Luo had already noticed the old Japanese devil's little tricks, but instead of exposing him, he cooperated by moving closer to him. He wanted to make the Japanese devil feel utterly hopeless.