Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...
Years of Heartflutter · Page 440 of 501
When Yang Ce judged it about right, he rose, gave Zheng Shaopeng a kick, and released the acupoint for him. "Do you want to talk now?"
"I—I—" Zheng Shaopeng felt as though he had died once over, and worse than death by far. It was the first time he had ever seen such a method of torment, and his fear of Yang Juehuan grew even greater.
"Talk or not? Or would you like to enjoy yourself a while longer?" Yang Mo said with some impatience.
"N—no need!" Zheng Shaopeng was frightened half out of his wits and nearly fainted dead away. "I—I'll talk, all right?"
Faced with honor on one side and agony on the other, Zheng Shaopeng chose to betray honor and be rid of the pain. For he truly did not want to experience that feeling again; it was simply not something a human being could endure, and he never wanted it again in his life. Even the memory of it left him trembling with dread.
"Talk, then." Yang Ce sat back down in the chair and said with some regret, "I had meant to let you enjoy yourself even more. It seems that won't be necessary for now. But never mind—if you're not honest later, we can always try again."
Enjoy himself even more? Zheng Shaopeng nearly wet his pants. That had not been enough—there was more? He had nearly died just now; what would "more" be like? Zheng Shaopeng did not dare imagine. Fearing Yang Ce might change his mind and give him a taste of "more," he said at once, "I'll talk. My gambling skills were taught to me by an expert."
"What expert? Who? What was his name?" Yang Lanxu said. So someone really had taught him gambling skills.
"Who he was, what his name was—he never said. He only told me to call him Boss," Zheng Shaopeng said. "Nothing else did he tell me."
To be continued
866. Interrogating Zheng Shaopeng (Part Two)
866. Interrogating Zheng Shaopeng (Part Two). Seeing Yang Wenru's brows knit, Zheng Shaopeng was terrified. "Everything I've said is true—I wouldn't dare lie now!"
"Go on. What did that man look like?" Yang Ce continued.
"That boss had makeup on his face, and he was wearing a pair of very large sunglasses. I couldn't make out his features at all," Zheng Shaopeng said cautiously.
"Makeup?" Yang Juehuan's frown deepened. Zheng Shaopeng, meanwhile, was frightened half to death, nearly on the verge of tears.
"Boss, I'm telling the truth, I swear—I wouldn't dare lie to you!" Zheng Shaopeng hurriedly added.
Yang Jiyan waved a hand, signaling Zheng Shaopeng to calm himself. He no longer doubted the man's words, for under Fang Tian's acupoint attack, no one had ever managed to speak a lie. Yang Wenru furrowed his brow because a certain person had come to mind.
Back then, Liu Minggui had said something similar, and Liu Minggui's boss had seemed to look the same way.
Could it be that these two men were one and the same? Yang Ce naturally arrived at this thought. But if that were true, then the whole affair became even more bewildering.
Judging from the Zheng Shaopeng business, no matter how you analyzed it, whether it was the boss behind the scenes or Zheng Shaopeng himself, the person they were targeting was Wang Yanqiu, not him. He had been involved, yes, but only under his present, different identity—it had nothing to do with "Yang Ce" himself.
The Liu Minggui affair, on the other hand, had been aimed squarely at him. Liu Minggui himself had admitted as much—the man behind the scenes had been targeting Yang Ce, and Zhang Bin had merely been an accidental casualty.
So from this vantage, if the same boss stood behind both affairs, was that not rather strange? Two matters that had nothing to do with each other—how could they possibly be connected?
If both had been aimed at him, that would be strange indeed. His relationship with Wang Yanqiu amounted to nothing more than an acquaintance; even if the man behind the scenes killed Wang Yanqiu, it would have no effect on him. Conversely, if both had been aimed at Wang Yanqiu, then killing him would have no effect on Wang Yanqiu either.