Names: Uncle Zhao Mengsheng, Father-in-law Pei Yihong

Wang Fuzhen felt a chill run down her spine. "Hai Zi, oh Hai Zi, he doesn't even go home, he doesn't even make a phone call. What is he doing..."

"What are you yelling about?" Chen Yanshi lowered his voice. "At a time like this, do you still want people to hear you?"

Wang Fuzhen stopped talking and just kept crying.

Chen Yanshi sighed: "Shanzi has his own plans. As long as we don't make any mistakes, he'll contact us sooner or later."

Wang Fuzhen looked up at the television and murmured, "He better not get into any trouble."

Chen Yanshi didn't say anything more.

He was thinking about something else entirely. When would this play finally end?

Actually, there are two different voices in my heart.

One group hopes Chen Shan is still alive, while the other group hopes he is dead.

I'm so conflicted!

Hong Kong.

Looking North Tower.

In the penthouse suite, Du Bozhong, wearing a dark red bathrobe and holding a cigar, sat on the sofa facing the floor-to-ceiling window.

The door opened with a knock.

Du Bozhong quickly went to open the door.

"Mr. Liu, please come in!"

"Mr. Du, I'm here." A man in a suit walked in, carrying a black briefcase and a newspaper tucked under his arm.

It was Liu Sheng, the intelligence broker.

Mr. Liu, speaking in a thick Hong Kong-accented Cantonese, said, "Mr. Du, what good things have you done for me by calling me here so late?"

Du Bozhong pointed to the sofa: "Sit."

Liu Sheng sat down and placed the newspaper on the coffee table.

Du Bozhong handed him a cigar. "Want one?"

"Thank you." Mr. Liu waved his hand and lit his pipe.

"Mr. Liu, thanks to your help last time," Du Bozhong smiled. "That call was very timely."

Liu Sheng took a puff of his pipe, and the smoke he exhaled slowly dissipated under the lamplight.

"Mr. Du, you've really gone all out. Impersonating Chen Shan, and it was all done with just one phone call. I saw the news; the body has already been cremated in Handong, and you made such a big fuss about it. Do you know that a DNA test would expose you?"

Du Bozhong placed his cigar next to the ashtray, tilted his head back, and laughed twice.

"DNA? The body was burned to ashes, what's the point of them checking it?"

Liu Sheng laughed too: "Haha. Don't be so smug. I've heard rumors that the Handong police are already suspicious. You'd better tell Chen Shan to leave quickly and not stay in Handong."

Just as Du Bozhong was about to speak, his phone rang. He glanced at the number, and his smile faded.

"Feed".

"Mr. Du, where is Shiyan?" The voice on the other end of the phone was unhurried.

Du Bozhong glanced at the wall next door out of the corner of his eye: "She's in the room next to mine. Don't worry, she's fine."

I treated her like my own sister-in-law, never neglecting her in the slightest.

The other party remained silent for two seconds.

When will I be able to see her?

"Soon. Once you cross the border from Yunnan Province to Hong Kong, your family will be reunited." Du Bozhong picked up his wine glass and swirled it.

"Mr. Du, I'll say it again, don't touch her. I, Chen Shan, hate it when people cross my bottom line."

"Understood, my sister-in-law is doing well." Du Bozhong smiled and hung up the phone.

After listening to this, Liu Sheng shook his head: "You're messing with someone else's wife? Don't mess with Chen Shan. Look, I've already taken a huge risk by making the phone call to impersonate Chen Shan for you. If you keep going like this, I'm afraid I'll make money but not live to use it."

Du Bozhong waved his hand dismissively: "Mr. Liu, in your line of work, the greater the risk, the greater the reward. Chen Shan is a tiger in distress now, but is he actually a pawn to be discarded?"

Li Shiya is still my woman, Du Bozhong's woman.

Liu Sheng didn't reply, but tapped his pipe against the coffee table leg to remove the ash.

He's been in the intelligence business for twenty years and has seen all sorts of people. Du Bozhong is the most troublesome. He talks about business, but his eyes are full of knives. He might even cut you down one day.

"Mr. Du, if I may be so bold as to ask a question," Liu Sheng put his pipe back in his mouth, squinting, "Does Li Shiya even know that her husband is still alive?"

Du Bozhong smiled but did not answer.

Liu cursed inwardly but said aloud, "I'm just a small-time businessman. I can't handle your mess. Last time, when you, Mr. Du, said 'help me out,' I made the call, and you gave me 200,000 afterwards. We're even."

Du Bozhong stood up, straightened his collar, and handed over an envelope: "Mr. Liu, thank you for your trouble. Here's some money for your tea."

Liu Sheng glanced at the envelope.

He smiled, reached out and took it, then stuffed it directly into his bag.

"Mr. Du, your greatest strength is pushing people to the brink of despair. I, Liu Sheng, have gotten to where I am today by walking the path of the King of Hell. You're not the King of Hell, you're the death knell." Liu Sheng walked to the door, turned around, and said, "As the saying goes, leave a way out for others, so you can meet again in the future."

Liu Sheng chuckled and left, pulling the door open.

The door closed, and Du Bozhong's face turned cold.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the lights of thousands of homes below, and took a sip of his wine.

Li Shiya is in the next room. She used to be his woman, but now she's back in his hands.

Over the years, it seems that Chen Shan has benefited.

No, I'm the one who benefited.

Chen Shan fled to the border of Yunnan Province, while in Handong, a body of a scapegoat was burned to cover his tracks.

Chen Shan's methods are truly brilliant.

With this hand, he has three Aces and a King in his hand; by any measure, he can't lose.

The question is, was Chen Shan's card a King of Spades or a Joker that could be used to bomb at any moment?

Du Bozhong put down his wine glass and made a phone call.

"Hey, old ghost."

"Mr. Du."

"After Chen Shan arrives, don't rush to let him cross. Let him wait for two days. People are most obedient when they are desperate. Wait until you've squeezed every last drop of blood out of him before letting him cross the river."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone: "Mr. Du, if something goes wrong, this whole thing will fall apart."

"What could possibly happen?" Du Bozhong laughed. "Don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Du Bozhong stood by the window and drew a circle on the glass with his cigar.

Outside the circle, there was an endless night.

He muttered to himself, "Chen Shan, Chen Shan, you're desperately running away outside, while Li Shiya is with me. I'll take care of her for you. In this deal, you're actually not at a disadvantage."

the other side.

Yunnan Province.

border.

Zhefangpu Town.

Chen Shan sat on a bench in front of an adobe house, holding a cigarette in his hand, but not lighting it, just holding it there.

The lighter was in his pocket, but he didn't take it out.

Inside the house, the snakehead, Old Ma, was counting money.

Old Ma was a middle-aged man, thin, dark-skinned, with deep-set eyes, a toothpick dangling from his mouth, and a shrewd, poor look on his face.

He finished counting one stack of money, then started counting a second stack, his fingers licking as he carefully flipped through each bill.

Chen Shan glanced at it, then turned his head away.

He didn't have much money on him. He had seen money in Handong over the years, but he couldn't carry too much cash when he went out to escape.

This is all the cash I have; all my possessions are here.

"That's all?" Old Ma came out of the house, slammed the money on the stool, and shifted the toothpick in his mouth. "Boss, are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?"

"I'll give you 150,000 for crossing the border, as promised." Chen Shan said calmly, as if it were something unrelated to him.

"That was the price we agreed on a couple of days ago." Old Ma squatted down, face to face with Chen Shan. "The police have been cracking down hard these past few days, and several of my brothers have been targeted. We can't go any further than that price."

They were thinking of raising the price.

Chen Shan looked at him without saying a word.

Having been a policeman for half his life, he'd seen it all. Old Ma was mentally prepared before he arrived.

Snakeheads double their money after crossing the river, and double it again once you reach the other side, squeezing every last penny out of you before they're done.

"Add another 50,000," Chen Shan said.

Old Ma shook his head, "No."

"Then how much do you want?" Chen Shan was very angry.

Old Ma stretched out a hand and flipped it back and forth: "Double it, three hundred thousand. Not a penny less. Otherwise, go find someone else."

half an hour.

Chen Shan nodded. "It's a deal."

Greed is not enough to swallow an elephant.

Chen Shan planned to make Lao Ma bleed.