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Chapter 343: The king who kicks the door open
The night is dark.

There is a two-story brick building near Bianqing Market.

The iron lock on the courtyard was loosely hung, but the main gate was tightly closed.

Heat-resistant shrubs were planted on both sides of the steps, and a half-height canopy protruded from the left.

The living room was dimly lit, and a brand-new award notice hung on the wall.

The floor was polished to a shine, and the air was filled with the aroma of wine.

Nguyen Van To was reclining in his room, looking at the newspaper in front of him.

The cover features a standard "victory photo".

The charred ground, several corpses, and soldiers posing with guns raised.

Just then, the woman came out of the bathroom.

Her name is Xiao Lan, she just turned nineteen, and she is Ruan Wentu's latest lover.

She speaks softly and gently, her words soothing and comforting.

Tonight, the woman was dressed beautifully, even changing her earrings to gold.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" she asked.

Nguyen Van To's gaze never left the newspaper.

"Who can sleep at a time like this?"

He pointed to the headline, “Look, this is a huge achievement.”

"Hmm?" The woman leaned closer, puzzled.

"The merit means that it was published in the newspaper. It was an award personally presented by Fan Wenxiong."

Ruan Wentu casually put his arm around the woman's waist and whispered in her ear:
"Do you understand what this means? It means moving uphill."

"Upwards?" The woman blinked.

"Yes, up."

"Headquarters, the presidential palace, and even the Americans."

“Westmoreland, have you heard of him? He’s a very important person.”

At this point, Nguyen Van To's breathing quickened a few more degrees.

“If he wants to ‘understand the performance at the grassroots level,’ Fan Wenxiong has to report my battalion and my name as typical examples.”

Seeing his unusual excitement, the woman didn't interrupt and just listened quietly.

"By then, transferring me to the division headquarters will be a piece of cake."

“Pei Wenlong will have to retire sooner or later. When he leaves, it will be my turn to take over.”

After speaking, Nguyen Van To chuckled twice, but quickly fell silent again.

The woman quickly noticed that he was acting strangely.

"So this is good news?"

"Great—great! It's all good news."

Ruan Wentu murmured to himself, then suddenly shook his head.

"These days, no one can say for sure what's good or bad."

"Those who reach the top are nothing more than the likes of Yang Wenming and Ruan Qing."

He sighed.

"But there's no other way."

"I have to climb up, while there's still someone who remembers my name."

The woman snuggled closer to him, her right hand stroking her newly bought gold earrings.

"Can I help you?"

"You?" Ruan Wentu looked down at the woman and sneered.

"Women can't help men."

“All you do is look at who climbs the highest and then crowd around them.”

The woman wasn't angry even though she was humiliated; she just patted him with a smile.

“Then I’ll follow you,” she said. “I have a good eye for people.”

Ruan Wentu felt the soft touch and suddenly felt a burning sensation in his lower abdomen.

So he raised his hand, just about to make a move, when a loud noise came from outside.

Immediately afterwards——

Bang-!
The door was kicked open.

The woman flinched and instinctively screamed.

Two people stood in the shadows.

The one in front was wearing a black trench coat, the buttons were undone, and the hem was swaying slightly.

The one behind him was exceptionally young, with a tense expression.

"Are you Nguyen Van To?"

It was spoken in English.

His tone was flat, as if he were chatting casually.

After a moment, Nguyen Van To finally came to his senses.

"Do you know who I am?!"

"How dare you—"

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a stranger.

"Are you Nguyen Van To?" he asked again, his tone unchanged.

Nguyen Van To's lips twitched slightly, and his attitude hardened.

"You're asking me? Should I be asking you who you are?"

"Who gave you the audacity—"

As he spoke, he immediately reached for the pistol in the drawer.

Seeing this, Zhou Yi simply drew his gun, raised his hand, and aimed in one swift motion.

boom!
Gunshots rang out.

Before the woman could react, she had already fallen to the ground.

Blood and flesh splattered on Nguyen Van To's face, hot and sticky.

He froze for two seconds, his mind going completely blank.

“Sit down,” Zhou Yi said.

The man stood frozen in place, motionless.

"Sit down." "Don't make me repeat myself a third time."

The next second, Nguyen Van To's legs went weak and he collapsed onto the carpet.

The woman's body lay across the floor, amidst the chaos, her wet hair pressed against the ground.

Are you Nguyen Van To?

The voice rang out again, sounding like a death knell to the man.

"Yes." After a long pause, he finally replied in a hoarse voice.

"Where is Chen Tinghe?" That's another question.

"Who...who are you?!" Nguyen Van To was trembling all over.

Zhou Yi did not answer, but took half a step closer.

The man was nearly suffocated by the bloodstains on the soles of his boots.

"I was just following orders, I didn't—"

Before he could finish speaking, the gun was pressed firmly against his forehead.

"explain."

"Zhihua Prison! I—I'll take charge of the transfer."

"Who gave the order?"

"Division Division".

"time?"

"I forgot in the early morning, yes, I'm sorry."

Who picked them up?

“Military police. A second lieutenant named Li Guangcheng.”

"Why would you transfer to the military police?"

"Interrogation. Please, I only care about delivering people, I don't care about what happens afterward, please let me go."

Ruan Wentu dared not look Zhou Yi in the eye, his eyes tightly closed, pleading incoherently.

"and then?"

"Then I left—I didn't want to. I had no choice. Spare me, nothing happened tonight."

"Where did you go after you left?"

When Nguyen Van To saw that he was still going to press him for answers, he was so nervous that he almost vomited.

After trying for a long time with great effort, he couldn't utter a single word.

"You're talking about transferring him to another prison, not detaining him. What do they need him for?"

"I don't know."

Upon hearing this answer, Zhou Yi gave an ambiguous smile.

You'd better think carefully before you speak.

"Yes, the execution should be public."

"When?"

"The day after tomorrow, at six o'clock in the morning."

"Who gave the order?"

"I have no right to know what the division headquarters is saying; it's a political demonstration."

"Place?"

"The plaza behind the city hall."

The room fell silent again, save for the distant chirping of insects.

The woman's body was still lying on the floor, her skirt slightly lifted by the wind.

Zhou Yi glanced out the window and, after confirming that there was nothing unusual, allowed the boy to approach.

"The prisoner was transferred to Zhihua Prison and handed over to the military police, a second lieutenant named Li Guangcheng. The execution order was relayed by the division headquarters. It will be carried out at six o'clock the day after tomorrow. The location is the square behind the city hall."

He translated concisely.

"Go check the documents on his desk to see if anything is missing."

Seeing the interaction between the two, Nguyen Van To still dared not move.

Blood mixed with sweat streamed down his face.

“Everything I’m saying is true,” he said, his voice trembling.

“I’m not hiding anything, I swear, I’m just a battalion commander.”

"I have to do whatever my superiors tell me to do."

"I am not someone who intentionally wanted to hurt you."

"I...I was wrong, really, please, please don't—"

However, the boy interrupted halfway through his sentence:

"The document does indeed state that the prisoner will be transferred to Zhihua Prison."

"It's Chen Tinghe's name, and the signature is correct too."

He paused, then shook his head.

"But no execution order was mentioned, nor was a specific time given."

"That's enough."

Zhou Yi commented, lowering the gun barrel slightly.

Then, he raised his hand and patted Nguyen Van To's face twice.

"Thank you for your honesty."

"One last question—do you have a car?"

"Yes, yes! Downstairs, a black Jeep."

Where is the key?

"In the desk drawer."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi gestured for the boy to come over.

"Carry the body down," he said. "You help him."

The stench of blood in the air grew stronger.

Nguyen Van To stood up with his head down, his legs still trembling, and he almost lost his balance.

"Relax," Zhou Yi said.

"Grab your car keys and come with us to the river."

(End of this chapter)