Chapter 395 Robbery
The concession, this night, was full of misfortunes.
The fire not only raged in the Asia Building and SH General Assembly built by the British, but also in the iconic buildings of the French Concession.
The French General Assembly and Verdun Garden and other famous buildings were engulfed in flames one after another, and the fire in the French General Assembly was the most intense.
Faced with such an urgent disaster, almost all French soldiers in the concession went out and immediately invested in the fire rescue.
At this time, on the terrace of a foreign building, Zheng Jirong stood in front of the fence, staring at the French General Assembly with flames in the distance.
At this moment, there were shouts and noises.
Late at night, the General Assembly was sparsely populated, and Zheng Jirong had already told Bi Shucheng that once the fire started, he would immediately wake up the surrounding residents or go to the patrol room to report the fire.
Therefore, he was not worried that the fire would cause innocent casualties or heavy losses.
"Woo. Woo."
At this time, a painful groan came from behind.
Zheng Jirong turned his head and saw that Louis, the director of the Municipal Council who had been showing off to him in the restaurant before, was being pressed to the ground by several people and was being beaten and kicked.
In order to prevent his screams from attracting the attention of the neighbors, Bi Shucheng's men carefully stuffed his mouth with cloth balls.
Zheng Jirong witnessed Louis' miserable appearance and couldn't help but sneer.
He walked forward slowly, waved his hand to signal Bi Shucheng's men to retreat, then smiled at Louis and said:
"Why bother? Tell me as soon as possible, maybe you can survive. This will not benefit anyone."
He looked at Louis on the ground, who was beaten almost unrecognizable, but still had hatred and anger in his eyes, and couldn't help but secretly admired that he was indeed a man from the old GM district, and his bones were really hard.
Zheng Jirong signaled his men to remove the cloth that was blocking Louis' mouth. Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly heard the old man yelling at him angrily:
"What do you want me to say? You bastards came in and beat people without asking me anything! Even if I wanted to say something, you should ask!"
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The smile on Zheng Jirong's face froze instantly. He widened his eyes and looked at the people who had just beaten Louis, "Didn't you ask him?"
The guys looked at each other and shook their heads awkwardly in response: "Boss Zheng, you didn't say you wanted to ask him about anything. If you didn't say it, we didn't dare to ask. We thought you just wanted to teach this foreign devil a lesson."
Zheng Jirong took a deep breath and said helplessly: "Blame me."
He then walked up, helped Louis up, apologized and handed him a cigarette and lit it for him.
He smiled at the foreigner and said, "I'm so sorry. They just escaped from the north. They didn't show any mercy and made you suffer."
Louis angrily spat out the cigarette butt, stared at him and shouted, "Do you know what you are doing? Do you know who I am? Do you understand the consequences of your actions?"
"Why are all your dialogues the same?"
Zheng Jirong interrupted him impatiently, pointing his finger at Bi Shucheng's men around him, "Open your eyes and see, it was not me who broke into your house, tied up your whole family and beat you, it was these guys."
"Whether it was the passers-by on the street or your family, they all saw them. Who knew I was here except you?"
Louis' heart sank when he heard this, and he asked with trembling lips, "What on earth did you... What do you want to do? "
Zheng Jirong smiled, patted Louis' shoulder gently, and asked lightly: "Where is Zhang Wanlin hiding?"
Hearing his words, Louis was stunned, and then said in disbelief: "You are looking for me for him?"
Zheng Jirong spread his hands: "Aren't you his biggest backer in the concession? You should know his current position better than anyone else. Tell me, I promise to spare your life."
Realizing that he was just taking the blame for others, Louis' face showed anger, but looking at the bandits around him, he took a deep breath and said: "Isn't he in the French Consulate?"
Zheng Jirong shook his head. He had checked the consulate before coming and found that Zhang Wanlin had left there. Without Ah Xing's clairvoyance, he had to ask this foreign devil.
Louis thought for a moment and said, "If he's not in the consulate, then he should be in Hua'an Building. He's one of the shareholders there, and there are consulates of various countries around. He used to hide there when he was assassinated by his enemies."
"Hua'an Building..." Zheng Jirong nodded with satisfaction, "Thank you."
Louis tried his best to hide the hatred in his eyes, and asked calmly, "Since you know his location, can you let me go now?"
Snap!
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and Bi Shucheng walked in with a look of ecstasy, laughing, "Hahaha, damn, this foreign devil has more money hidden in his house than the previous British man! In addition to money, there are even gold bricks!"
Louis looked over and saw that almost everyone in Bi Shucheng's group was holding a suitcase filled with banknotes, some of which had even overflowed and fell to the ground.
His face changed and he asked angrily: "You are robbing!"
"Nonsense! What else do you think we are here for?!"
Bi Shucheng patted the wooden box containing the gold bricks and said proudly: "You bastard hid your money well, but your wife is too talkative. When she saw us unbuttoning our belts, she was so scared that she confessed everything, hahahaha."
He then said regretfully: "It's a pity that you can't withdraw the money in your deposit. Brother Zheng, do you know how much money he has in the bank? Damn it, a whole ten million oceans! If you can withdraw it, I can Just raise an army!"
Zheng Jirong smiled. After spending a night together, he was no longer surprised by Bi Shucheng's generous attitude.
As the director of the Public Board and Zhang Wanlin's biggest backer in the concession, Louis had many ways to make money, so it was not surprising that he had so much money.
Bi Shucheng then looked at Zheng Jirong and said, "Brother, has the matter been resolved? The fire over there has almost been extinguished. If we stay here any longer, there is a high probability that something will happen."
Zheng Jirong nodded without saying anything, then pulled up the black cloth covering his face, turned around and walked out without looking back.
Seeing him leave, Louis breathed a sigh of relief. The money and gold bricks at home were just a drop in the bucket compared to the money he had in the bank. As long as he could survive, he would have plenty of time to get back with revenge.
However, at this moment, he suddenly discovered that Bi Shucheng and others did not leave after Zheng Jirong left. Instead, they took out their guns and pointed them at him.
"You guys..." Lewis pointed at Zheng Jirong's back and shouted in panic, "He just promised to keep me alive!"
Bi Shucheng sneered: "That's what he promised. What does it have to do with me?"
Hearing the gunshots coming from inside the house, Zheng Jirong didn't look back and kept walking towards the next destination.