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Chapter 236 sir this way
The wooden chair pressed against the floor, making a slight creaking sound.

The man's body went limp, his shoulders trembled uncontrollably, and sweat dripped down his temples from his forehead.

The cloth stuffed in his mouth was already soaked with saliva.

Fresh blood kept seeping out, dripping down and pooling into a dark red puddle on the floor.

Zhou Yi bent down and hooked the strip of cloth with his index finger.

"your name."

The man suddenly regained his breath, took a deep breath, and coughed as if choked.

“Tony,” he tried to speak, his voice hoarse, “Tony Vasquez.”

Zhou Yi temporarily pulled the cloth strip up to the man's chin, but did not untie it.

“Very well, Tony,” he said gently, “tell me, why are you in this house?”

The man's face was deathly pale, and his eyes darted frantically across Zhou Yi's face.

"I...I...someone sent me here...to find something." He spoke very quickly, almost incoherently, "Don't kill me, please. It's not what you think—"

However, before he could even begin to beg for mercy, Zhou Yi interrupted him, saying, "Who sent you?"

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"Our boss," the man stammered, "he gave us the address; it's on the list. Listen, we mean no harm. We know nothing."

"Do you know the homeowner's name?" Zhou Yi asked.

"Zhao seems to be surnamed Zhao," the man's pronunciation was not standard, and he sounded like he didn't know Chinese at all. "...call...call...what's this?"

Before he finished speaking, his companion on the left shifted his body and let out a faint groan.

The man froze, his lips trembling slightly, unable to utter a word.

At this moment, Zhou Yi had already arrived in front of the person, half-squatting down to carefully observe the other person's facial condition.

His eyes trembled slightly, and his chest rose and fell.

So he raised his hand and gently patted the man's cheek.

"Wake up."

The man twitched twice, and with difficulty, he opened his eyes, his brow bone red and swollen.

“Your partner calls you Tony,” Zhou Yi stared at him, “What’s your name?”

The other person managed to open their mouth, but couldn't utter a complete sound.

"His name is Kim... Kim... He didn't do it on purpose," Tony said慌张地, as if afraid Zhou Yi would misunderstand. "He really wasn't faking it, we weren't..."

Zhou Yi turned around, temporarily letting go of the dazed man, and continued to ask Tony, "What are you doing here?"

“Stalking,” the man paused, then quickly explained, “...regularly checking to see if anyone is coming back.”

"The homeowner surnamed Zhao?"

"It happened a long time ago. It wasn't about the money, or maybe I genuinely didn't know. I wasn't there then; I just had the address and it was on the list."

"Who is your boss?" Zhou Yi asked.

“...Jimmy, Jimmy Lin.” Tony hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to tell the truth.

"You come here every month?"

"Every two weeks, sometimes weekly, but it's just to come in and check for mail, bills, or anything like that."

Zhou Yi glanced down at his trouser leg.

The bleeding was still going on, but the other person's condition was gradually stabilizing, indicating that he had adapted to the pain.

"Your boss said he's still alive?"

"He wasn't explicitly said, but it was just a feeling that he might come back."

"How long did your surveillance last?"

"...six months...but whether it was before that is not so clear."

Zhou Yi remained silent for a while, then looked at the Asian man referred to as "Jin".

"Korean?"

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The person didn't move, their gaze unfocused, and they mumbled a vague "hmm".

"What's your boss's name?" Zhou Yi asked again.

“Jimmy,” the man managed to utter two syllables, “in San Pablo.” A strong, fishy stench filled the air.

It seems someone pulled it.

The quantity is not small.

Zhou Yi frowned in disgust, determined to end this as soon as possible.

“Which of you two can take me to see your boss?” he said.

Upon hearing this, Tony glanced discreetly at his companion.

But the Korean man didn't even lift his head; his lips twitched, and he just kept groaning in pain.

“I can,” Tony said, his voice hoarse. “I can take you.”

"Where is Jimmy's address?"

"2341 Brookside Avenue. In San Pablo, just like Kim said, it's about a half-hour drive from here."

“Very good,” Zhou Yi clapped his hands and said in a friendly tone, “Before we set off, do you think there is any additional information that needs to be revealed?”

Tony was taken aback, unsure how to respond.

He wanted to shake his head, but for some reason, even the act of denying it became sluggish.

“We are not your enemies,” he said softly, trying to evoke some pity in Zhou Yi:

"It's all for the mission, we don't know much either. Please, please let me go, I promise I won't tell anyone."

Tony's voice grew softer and softer.

Finally, he couldn't help but glance at Jin again, as if waiting for the other person to add something.

Zhou Yi neither agreed nor disagreed with his plea.

"Can your partner still walk?" he asked.

Tony thought for a few seconds, then hesitated before replying, "I don't know. You just hit his head—"

"I know what I did."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Yi walked over, reached out and pinched Jin's chin, turning it left and right.

At this moment, the man's muscles were relaxed, and his pupils were dilated, barely contracting in the change of light.

"How much longer do you think he can live?" Zhou Yi turned to ask Tony.

Tony paused, not daring to answer.

“It’s a pity,” Zhou Yi shrugged, “he doesn’t seem like the type to take me anywhere.”

Seeing this, Tony seemed to suddenly understand something and shouted, "Wait! No—"

too late.

The next second, without warning, Zhou Yi leaned down, covered Jin's mouth, and twisted it sharply with his right hand.

"Click."

A crisp sound, clean and swift.

The man stopped moving completely.

His eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling, unfocused.

Tony instinctively struggled, but the ropes were tied too tightly, and he almost fell to the ground along with the chair.

Zhou Yi released his grip and looked at him calmly: "Is he your friend?"

Tony was trembling all over, but he didn't dare to say a word.

Whether it was fear or the stench in the room, he gagged twice and almost vomited.

"Don't overthink it, he won't last much longer anyway." Zhou Yi walked behind the man, squatted down, and untied the ropes. "But you, you're still somewhat useful now."

Tony listened to his words of comfort and could only sit stiffly in place.

Then, she let the other person pull her up from the chair, her legs went weak, and she almost fell over.

Zhou Yi helped him up:
"Help me dispose of the body, then we'll go to Jimmy's house."

"This is a good plan, don't you think?"

The sound, however, reached Tony's ears like some kind of terrifying whisper.

He stammered, unable to speak, and could only nod slowly, once, twice.

(End of this chapter)