An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 165 "Gambling"

The rain and wind continued relentlessly, leaving the roadside trees battered and broken. On their way back to the manor, Jiang Zheng and his group were halfway there when they encountered a tree trunk snapped in half and lying across the main road.

Such terrible weather is not surprising.

The car had no choice but to stop. Just then, a silver-gray sedan approached from the opposite direction, gradually slowing down and finally coming to a steady stop in front of the tree trunk.

The two cars were facing each other, less than ten meters apart, with a tree in between.

In the pitch-black rainy night, the silver-gray sedan, after coming to a stop, turned on its hazard lights and fog lights to warn potential vehicles behind it of an emergency ahead.

The blinding headlights shone through the windshield into the cabin. Jiang Zheng, sitting in the passenger seat, squinted as he looked across the street.

He raised his hand to shield his forehead and muttered a curse.

He then turned to the back seat and ordered, "Hurry up and get down there and move the tree. That light over there is blinding me."

"Yes."

The group acted quickly, and in no time they had carried the tree trunk to the roadside and put it back into the car.

The road conditions returned to normal, and cars passed each other, heading away in opposite directions.

Only when the two vans were completely out of sight in the rearview mirror did the person in the silver-gray sedan pull out a walkie-talkie: "Reporting to Captain Lu, Red Fox refuses to retreat!"

Hazard lights and fog lights are a sign of moderate exposure risk. After a self-examination and review, Lu Feng believed that their actions tonight might pose a certain risk of exposure.

Jiang Zheng was gambling, gambling on a very slim probability.

……

Villa basement.

Xu Penggang rested one hand on his leg, palm facing up, his wrist slightly turned, his fingers deftly fiddling with two walnuts with a dark brown patina in his palm, sometimes rubbing them, sometimes bumping them together.

The "click-click" sounds of collisions were particularly loud in the quiet, empty basement.

Xu Peng, his eyes still closed and sunken, looking weary, asked slowly, "The person is back?"

His tone seemed playful, as if he was quite interested.

The person next to him bowed and replied, "Yes, the car is already parked in the garage."

……

The garage was located at the back of the villa. Guided by Li Yasong, Jiang Zheng had a clear goal and followed him from the garage toward the villa.

It wasn't that he didn't know the way; it's just that as soon as he got out of the car, Li Yasong was already waiting there.

The paths in the manor are paved with cobblestones, so they are not slippery when walking on them, even on rainy days.

They arrived at the very back of the villa, and a few meters further ahead was the small door at the back of the villa.

As if guided by divine inspiration, Jiang Zheng suddenly looked up at a window on the third floor. The room was dark, and a slender figure stood in the dark window opening. The blurry outline of the upper body blended into the surrounding darkness, making it impossible to see the face or details.

But Jiang Zheng recognized who that person was at a glance.
She hasn't left? Why hasn't she left yet?

Does she have a death wish?

There was no time to dwell on why she was staying. Jiang Zheng faced the window, the streetlights casting shadows across the open umbrella and onto his sharply defined jawline. His lips parted, a silent cry escaping his lips—"Hurry up and go!"

He didn't know if she had seen it clearly.

...The basement staircase was also made of solid wood; this was Jiang Zheng's first time here. This floor had few furnishings, but the decor was just as luxurious and elegant as the upstairs.

The imposing overhead lights illuminated the previously airtight basement completely.

Xu Penggang's eyelids remained closed, his hand still busy consuming walnuts, and he said casually, "Sit."

Without a subject, it's unclear who this statement is addressed to.

Jiang Zheng pulled out a chair and sat down, staring directly at the person opposite him with sharp eyes and a chilling aura emanating from him.

After a few minutes of silence, Jiang Zheng took the initiative: "Big brother, what do you mean?"

No one spoke; the only sound in the basement was the crisp crackling of walnuts.

"Click—click—"

After a long while, Xu Peng slowly opened his eyes, meeting the piercing gaze opposite him. His answer was unusually candid: "I suspect that one of you and Huang Zhiqiang is an undercover police officer, so we did a test together."

"What's the result?"

Xu Penggang shrugged, a clear smile playing on his lips: "There are cops near the farm, who arrived even earlier than Feng Xianyuan and his group. They're hiding in the feed warehouse, about 30 or 40 meters from your trading location, but Huang Zhiqiang's side doesn't have any."

As she spoke, her tone was relaxed and casual, as if she were simply describing two dishes with different flavors for dinner that day. Her eyes crinkled into a smile as she looked at Jiang Zheng.

Jiang Zheng's expression remained unchanged as he asked in a deep voice, "So, elder brother, you already have a conclusion in your heart?"

Xu Peng just moved the walnuts from one hand to the other, then sighed listlessly, "I only believe what I see. The facts are right in front of me, what else do you think... what else can I think?"
Ah Zheng, did you accidentally tell someone the location of the transaction?

He asked himself and answered, "I don't think so. You wouldn't make such a basic mistake." His tone was certain.

After saying that, he didn't say anything more. He leaned back lazily in the recliner, stretched, and then continued, "Then there's only one possibility left."

Jiang Zheng fell silent.

Xu Penggang looked at him with a half-smile. He had already handed the walnut to the person next to him. He held a clean white towel in one hand and carefully wiped a sharp dagger. He asked, "A-Zheng, don't you have anything to say in your defense? Tell me, and maybe I'll believe you."

The blade was as smooth as a mirror, spotless, reflecting the dazzling light of the chandelier, which flickered across Jiang Zheng's face intermittently.

Jiang Zheng's eyes remained calm and undisturbed. "Since my elder brother has already determined that I am the mole, there is no point in explaining. I, A-Zheng, have no way to defend myself."

When Zhihu and I got out of prison together, he asked me to work for him. We had sworn brotherhood in prison, and I agreed without hesitation.

Over the years, through wind and rain, with my neck held to the brink of death several times, I've never uttered a single complaint.

Qian Zhilong was Xu Penggang's original name. He and Qian Zhihu were fraternal twins. After Qian Zhihu went to prison, he changed his name to Xu Penggang.

Jiang Zheng laughed self-deprecatingly: "I, Jiang Zheng, have never been afraid of death. I just never thought that I would end up being accused of being a traitor."

Xu Peng raised an eyebrow noncommittally, "Since you've mentioned Zhihu, then for Zhihu's sake, I'll give you a quick death."

Xu Penggang sheathed the dagger and casually tossed it to the person next to him, then glanced indifferently at the direction behind Jiang Zheng.

It wasn't entirely unexpected; Jiang Zheng felt a cold, hard object pressed against the back of his head, the tip of the tube sharp and distinct.

Unfortunately, he lost his gamble. Although he discovered something amiss midway and urgently stopped the arrest operation, it was too late and irreversible.

Xu Peng's carefully laid trap was too intricate, proceeding step by step. From the moment he sent out the intelligence containing the transaction address, there was no way to break the deadlock.

The outcome is already decided!