How could I possibly be confined in a cage?

Chapter 157 Who plotted against me? (3)

The man in black quickly untied the ropes, then clapped his hands and laughed, "Haha, as expected of Zheng the Comprador, so magnanimous!"

Comprador Zheng remained unfazed and said, "You've killed so many people and kept demanding to know the location of my warehouse. Your motives aren't just about money, are they?"

The man shook his head. "Comprador Zheng, it's not that I have a grudge against you, it's just that national and personal grievances are clear-cut. You've always worked for the Germans and transported goods for the Japanese, have you ever thought about who these weapons are ultimately aimed at?"

Zheng, the comprador, had some suspicions in his mind. "Are you a Communist?"

"I don't belong to any party, I just can't stand you capitalists who do all sorts of evil deeds. Why can't you be decent people? Why do you have to be dogs and accomplices to tyrants!"

Even after being insulted, Zheng, the comprador, wasn't angry. Instead, he said, "Is that so? Everyone has to survive. In chaotic times, we have no choice but to act. What difference does it make who we work for? You say I'm an accomplice to evil, but I've also provided porridge and run schools, and I've given generous amounts of military funds every year. As for the security of Sifang City, I'd say at least a quarter of it was donated by me. What wrong have I done?"

"Comprador Zheng has a good tongue. What you donated is not even a fraction of what you did to aid and abet evil. Opium and weapons, which of them didn't bleed the blood of our people? Can you offset the evil you've done by doing just a little bit of good?"

Zheng, the comprador, laughed. "You might be wrong. A knife can be used to kill someone or to cut vegetables. Whether it's used to cook a meal or as a murder weapon depends entirely on how the person using it. Before opium became rampant, it was a good remedy in traditional Chinese medicine clinics. It's just that some people became addicted. The goods are innocent; the guilty ones are the people who use them. I'm just a peddler buying and selling. Why are you making trouble for me?"

"You..." The man in black couldn't argue with Zheng, the comprador, and disagreed with his words, so he became furious.

"You're the one who handed me the knife, you're truly despicable."

“I understand. You’re a poor man and you resent me for not being able to live a good life, right? I understand you. After all, I was once a poor man too, and I hated those who were richer than me. But I changed. I worked hard and made money, and step by step I became Zheng’s comprador. Young man, learn from me.”

Lu Peijun frowned. Zheng, the comprador, was indeed one of the three big shots in the city. His eloquence was truly remarkable. He used deceptive language and every sentence was seductive.

He was somewhat worried for the young man; what if he were persuaded…

Fortunately, the man in black remained steadfast in his belief that Zheng was the one who committed evil, and even though he couldn't keep up with the logic, he still refuted him point by point.

But he didn't notice that as Zheng the comprador spoke, he moved forward a step, and the guards around him also moved closer.

The Zheng family was on high alert, and the machine gunner, hidden in a corner, quietly aimed his gun at the man in black's head.

However, Zheng's comprador seemed to want to capture the other party alive, so he only provoked him with words and did not take any action openly, but instead used clever words and flattery to press him step by step.

Just as Lü Peijun was about to get up, a loud noise came from downstairs.

"boom…"

The deafening roar caused Lu Peijun's ears to ring, and he was momentarily deaf.

He covered his ears in pain, and then everything went black.

Zheng, the comprador, changed his expression drastically and, despite his discomfort, hurriedly went to the wall to look down.

The row of bungalows in the Zheng family manor was destroyed by bombing, and more than a dozen houses were reduced to ruins...

Comprador Zheng's eyes turned red with rage, his face contorted with rage. "Kill them all, leave no one alive!"

As soon as the order was given, gunfire erupted.

If there were any reservations just now, this would now be a one-sided massacre by Zheng's compradors. Zheng's guards were already numerous, not to mention that their weapons far outnumbered those of the men in black.

The man in black, who had just descended onto the terrace, changed his expression; it was too late to escape.

Zheng, the comprador, snatched the machine gun and fired several shots at the man in black.

"Ah..." Comprador Zheng was bloodthirsty. That was his life's work! Who dared to plot against him like this?!

Fortunately, Lü Peijun was very close to the door. The moment Zheng the comprador changed his expression, he quickly escaped into the house, grabbed his shoes, and left.

"dad."

Lü Peijun was astonished. It was Qingru!

"Shh." Lü Peijun quickly shushed them. The gunfire overhead was getting more and more intense, clearly indicating that it was not something unarmed people like them should get involved in.

Lü Peijun, Qingru, and Song Fu met up and quickly decided to leave the Zheng family's residence.

Just as I was about to go downstairs, I heard footsteps coming from downstairs.

Lu Peijun looked nervous and immediately pulled the two of them towards Zheng Peilan's room.

Even if Zheng was in a fit of rage, he wouldn't have killed his own daughter, would he?

The old women in Zheng Peilan's room were still lying on the ground, but fortunately, their pistols were scattered on the floor. The three of them grabbed one and immediately hid it in the wardrobe.

Fortunately, Zheng Peilan's wardrobe was large enough that the three of them could hide inside and be concealed by the numerous clothes.

Zheng Peilan was tormented by the drugs and was burning with desire, but she couldn't relieve it, so she could only rub against the bed again and again.

Her whole body was red, her eyes were bloodshot, and she was almost mentally unstable and had lost her will.

Gunshots and fighting continued overhead, while Zheng Peilan inside the mansion gasped softly.

Strangely, compared to the deadly noise overhead, this place was relatively peaceful at the moment.

They just hoped the footsteps downstairs would fade away quickly, giving the three of them a chance to escape.

Perhaps heaven heard their prayers, for the gunfire soon ceased.

"Has it stopped?" Qingru asked softly.

Lu Peijun examined them carefully. "There shouldn't be any. Let's go down and take a look."

“Hmm.” Lü Peijun stepped out of the cabinet first, followed by Qingru.

Song Fu: ...

"What's wrong with you?" Qingru asked, puzzled.

Song Fu, looking pale, stretched out his hand, and bright red blood dripped onto his clothes, instantly spreading out.

"You're injured?" Qingru exclaimed in surprise. How come she hadn't noticed?

Song Fu's face was pale and bloodless. "I didn't notice it either. It must have been a stray bullet."

"Let's go, let's get to the hospital quickly."

Qingru hurriedly pulled Song Fu away, but Song Fu pushed her hand away, saying, "Don't worry about me, you all go quickly. Master Lü, take Miss away quickly."

Lü Peijun held Qingru's hand, unable to bear looking at Song Fu, and said, "Let's go together."

"No need, my leg is injured, I can't walk far."

Qingru tried to persuade him again, but Song Fu pushed her away, saying, "Go, or it will be too late."

The footsteps overhead started to become chaotic again, and Qingru was extremely anxious.

Lu Peijun made a firm decision: "What unfulfilled wish do you have?"

Song Fu was taken aback for a moment. "I've given everything on the cabinet in my room to the Song family's steward. Thank you."

Lu Peijun nodded solemnly, and without waiting for Qingru to struggle, quickly pulled her away.

Saving two is better than losing all three; Lü Peijun understood this perfectly well.

He was certainly saddened to abandon Song Fu, but in this urgent situation, he had to act expediently and prioritize saving his own life.

Fortunately, by the grace of heaven, Lü Peijun and Qingru managed to climb over the wall and jump into the Mi River before Commander Guo's reinforcements arrived.

Even if there were bloodstains on the ground, it would still be somewhat plausible.

After all, too many innocent guests have been implicated today, and after dawn, the entire Sifang City will probably be shrouded in shadow.

In the Zheng family home, inside Zheng Peilan's boudoir, after Lü Peijun and her father left, Song Fu came out of the closet.

Song Fu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Ah, he had bitten his lip so hard that it bled, just now, to make himself look pale.

He grabbed a piece of clothing at random to wipe his hands, and then took off the blood-stained shirt.

Her smooth, toned upper body was revealed, along with her lean, powerful arms, broad shoulders, and narrow waist. The area that had just been covered in large patches of blood was now clean, without a single gun muzzle.

Song Fu locked the door and closed the window, looking down at the First Daughter of Sifang City.

Suddenly, Zheng Peilan smelled something, and in a daze, it seemed as if a man was standing right in front of her. She pounced on him, pinning him down, turning the image in her mind into reality.

The butler, Master Song, Comprador Zheng, and so on—familiar faces from the past flashed before my eyes one by one, until the final image settled on a blurry scene at the bottom of the river.

Song Fu's eyes remained clear throughout. He knew that everything would be different after tonight; he would no longer be a pawn to be manipulated...