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Chapter 238 I'm sorry, everyone.

Chapter 238 I'm sorry, everyone.
In the early hours of the morning, the crystal chandelier was still lit.

Soft light streamed down from the ceiling, illuminating the figures in the center of the restaurant in stark white.

Jimmy Lin's face was buried between his knees, he was naked and covered in sweat.

His mouth was stuffed with a woman's stocking and tied in a tight knot.

On the right, Tony was also strapped to a chair, too afraid to look up, and could only stare nervously at the floor.

The remaining three women, who appeared to be in their forties, were naked and bound, covered with sheets that only covered their lower bodies.

The room was filled with a strong odor.

Alcohol, sweat, burning powder, and sticky, foul-smelling bodily fluid residue.

Zhou Yi sat at the end of the long table, holding a gun in his right hand, with the bodies of two bodyguards lying at his feet.

He thought for a while, then suddenly asked, "Do you speak Chinese?"

Jimmy looked up, hesitated, and shook his head.

"So your parents are Chinese?"

He nodded.

Where did your ancestors come from?

Jimmy gestured with difficulty toward the stocking in his mouth, as if making a plea.

"blessing*?"

Shake his head.

"wide*?"

Shake your head again.

Zhou Yi scratched his head: "Go to bed?"

This time I finally guessed right.

Jimmy hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

“This is a good start.” Zhou Yi stood up and adjusted the position of his gloves.

"Now, I'll ask, and you'll answer, nodding or shaking your head is fine."

"If I think you're lying, then we'll have to find another way to continue the conversation."

Do you understand?

Upon hearing this, Jimmy's Adam's apple bobbed, and then he nodded hurriedly.

Zhou Yi propped herself up and stood up:
"First of all, what kind of business are you involved in? Prostitution? Drugs? Casinos? Or something else?"

Jimmy's breath hitched, and he shook his head frantically.

"You're not going to do it?"

nod.

"So, the three women and five dead people around you, were all created through charity work?"

Jimmy closed his eyes, his face pale, and neither nodded nor shook his head.

Zhou Yi sighed and slowly walked closer to him.

"You're Chinese, you should know what it means to have 'connections'."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and fired the gun with a clear "click".

"Unfortunately, there is no one above you in this room."

"just me."

Do you understand?

Jimmy trembled twice in fright, his gaze darting away, his Adam's apple bobbing incessantly.

Zhou Yi smiled, placed his index finger on the trigger, and gently hooked it.

“Let’s start over,” he said, his voice icy. “Zhao Wanpeng—have you heard of that name?”

This time, Jimmy dared not deny it any longer.

He squeezed out a few "woo-woo" sounds, seemingly eager to explain.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi reached out and pulled off the stockings, gesturing for him to speak.

Jimmy gasped for breath, saliva dripping from his chin. "I...I don't know him, I really don't!"

"So you're nodding?"

"His son! Leo Chiu! Zhao Yifei! We're looking for him!"

Zhou Yi was taken aback, completely unprepared for this turn of events.

Meanwhile, Jimmy continued, trembling:

"He's a lawyer who helps companies with those kinds of project structures, like high-yield private equity schemes, you know what I mean?"

"Explain yourself." Zhou Yi bent down slightly and pressed the muzzle of the gun against his forehead.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"

Jimmy nearly peed his pants. "He set up a scheme for some business owners from mainland China, saying they wanted to invest in California real estate in some kind of Sino-US industrial integration development zone. He even claimed the permits were all sorted out, the profits would be twice as high as in China, they could legally avoid taxes, and they could even get immigration slots sorted out—"

"You believed it?" Zhou Yi asked rhetorically.

“I wasn’t the only one who believed it.” Jimmy swallowed hard. “...I also did some investment management for someone, and a total of nine million US dollars went in.”

"and then?"

“Then he ran away.” Jimmy’s eyelids twitched violently. “After Leo Zhao got his money, he simply disappeared without a trace. He hasn’t shown his face for a whole year. The police can’t find him, and the SEC is investigating too. But… but we dare not report it to the police.”

"Why don't you dare?"

"Because this money was laundered! If the federal government gets involved, we're all finished, and I'll be dragged down with us!"

"So you had someone monitor his father's property?"

"Yes! No, no, you misunderstood! I really had no ill intentions towards Zhao Wanpeng, I swear! I didn't even know where he lived! He disappeared six months before the incident!"

After yelling the last sentence, Jimmy slumped into his chair, as if all his strength had been drained. Zhou Yi did not respond.

He just stood there, his gaze fixed on Jimmy's face, as if waiting for it to reveal some kind of flaw.

But there was nothing.

Tears, explanations, pleas, mixed with a shattered sense of dignity.

He looks more like a nobody who has been cornered by a series of chain reactions.

Is it really just a coincidence?
A Chinese-American gang leader meets a daring and ruthless lawyer.

The atmosphere froze at that moment.

The silence was broken when my phone vibrated twice in my pocket.

Zhou Yi looked down, swiped the screen, and found that it was a new email.

From Li Chengyi's son.

No extra nonsense.

The main text is very short, consisting of only three compressed files, labeled according to time and content.

At the end, the man simply wrote:
Zhao Wanpeng lives in a nursing home because his son got into some trouble.

The address is in the attachment.

Best wishes.

Zhou Yi looked up at Jimmy.

The man was panting heavily, his flabby body trembling with fear.

"Are you sure you have no contact with Zhao Wanpeng personally?"

Zhou Yi put his phone back in his pocket and asked softly.

Jimmy froze, then nodded frantically: "I—I swear! I don't know him! I didn't—"

"very good."

"Then, can we put it in—?"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Yi suddenly interrupted him.

“Tony?” he called out.

The man instinctively replied, "Yes."

The next second—

"boom!"

Tony's forehead exploded, his brains splattered on the wall, and his body flipped over with the chair, knocking down the woman next to him who was screaming.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

She twisted and turned desperately, almost trying to crawl out of the ropes.

Jimmy sat stiffly in place, his expression filled with despair.

"And her?" Zhou Yi looked at the second woman.

"I—I really don't know! I just...he just called me here!"

She cried out, tears streaming down her face, "I don't know who he is, I don't know anyone at all—"

"boom!"

There was another gunshot.

Blood fell on Jimmy.

The warm, slippery sensation made him turn his head and vomit.

The third woman also couldn't hold it in, and a wet patch appeared at her legs.

Her limbs were twitching mechanically, and she could barely speak.