Stuck in a Chinese novel - Chapter 223

Chapter 223: Why did you do it?
Chapter 223

Shu Chan was a respectable politician. Of course, like every other politician, he had a hidden side as well. The side that hid some very dark things from the image he had in public.

His campaign was solely financed by drug money and he owned many drug rings in the city. Other than that, his other source of income was extortion but he wasn’t the type to extort small-time people. The targets of his extortions were the people who had a respectful say in the city and they liked to keep it that way.

Important families, important politicians, and some very important people in the city had their weaknesses held by Chu Shan and he used them to the max.

He was running for the mayor this year and he would have easily made the temporary mayor seat if not for the Ruan family because he was the one with the most influence.

Still, he wasn’t worried. When it would come to election time, he would win without a hitch. After all, he held the weaknesses of almost the entire city. With them on his side, he would surely make the mayor.

His competition wouldn’t stand a chance.

However, before all of that. He had to survive this crisis.

“Ahhh!!!” A man in a biker outfit and a helmet plucked his fingernail out, making Chu Shan scream in pain.

The biker grabbed a piece of cloth and put it in Chu Shan’s mouth to lower his screaming. Once a long time had passed and Chu Shan was able to make it without screaming, the biker removed the piece of cloth from his mouth.

“Please…” the first word that came out of Chu Shan’s mouth was in the form of a plea, “I will do whatever you want.”

The biker didn’t say anything. He simply grabbed another finger and pulled out another fingernail with a plier.

“Gaahhhh!!!” At the sudden but tremendous pain, Chu Shan screamed once again and the biker once again, to mute his screaming, plunged the same piece of cloth into his open mouth.

After a while, when the screaming stopped, the biker took the cloth out and before Shu Chan could even speak, pluck another nail.

The cycle of screams and pain continued until Shu Chan only had one fingernail left.

Finally, the biker spoke, “Where are the files that you keep on the city’s prominent filth?”

“Haa… Haa…” Deep breaths were taken by Shu Chan who desperately tried to hold the pain in but it was too much and now that the injuries were getting old, the pain increased along with it, clouding his sense of judgment.

“The fmail…ies sent yo..you?” Shu Chan laboriously asked while taking deep breaths in between a simple sentence.

The biker didn’t reply. Instead, he picked the pliers up and grabbed Shu Chan’s last finger with a nail.

“Wait! Wait!” Shu Chan desperately said but the biker showed no mercy. He plucked the last nail and after a while of screaming, grabbed the same finger and ripped it off with his hands.

After another bout of screaming, the biker removed the cloth and said, “Now you know what’s coming if you say anything but a straight answer to my questions.”

The biker threw the finger away and said, “Now let’s do this again. Where are the files you keep on this city’s overlords?”

“At… At a warehouse in …” Shu Chan answered the question with great effort. The address he gave was a few miles away, deep into the downtown area of the city. He also kept his items safe in a warehouse like Wei Jun. Hidden in plain sight.

The biker stood up and pulled something out of his pocket. It was a squared black device that he put near Shu Chan and said, “If the files aren’t there, I will blow this device up.”

When Shu Chan saw the device and knew what it was, a flash passed through his eyes which the biker missed but he didn’t do anything about it.

He turned around and made his way to the door. He was just about to touch the door handle when Shu Chan’s voice came, “Stop!”

The biker stopped and turned around. Shu Chan looked at the biker and said, “The files are in that safe underneath my desk.”

The biker scoffed slightly and made his way to the work desk. He simply grabbed it from one side and flung it away. He removed the carpet to reveal an underground safe.

The biker knelt down and grabbed the handle of the safe and ripped it out. When Shu Chan saw that, he was flabbergasted because that wasn’t something a human could do.

Only a cultivator could rip out a titanium safe and even those who were on the stronger side and Shu Chan knew for sure that his enemies couldn’t hire someone of that magnitude.

Still, he didn’t care. As long as he made out of it alive, he would access the backup files and keep it up while also making sure everyone who was a suspect paid the price for this.

The biker knelt and picked up a number of files stacked in a corner along with some jewelry and money. The biker took the money and gave it a quick count.

“For a mayor candidate on government pay, you’re quite rich.” The biker said to Shu Chan whose heart bled when he saw all his lifetime savings taken in front of him and not being able to do anything about it.

The biker grabbed files first and the files disappeared in his hands. After that, he did the same with money, once again smacking Shu Chan under his jaw.

That was a kind of power he had never seen before and he wasn’t so small time to not have seen a mage.

But even a mage couldn’t do something like that.

However, that was the last of his worries when the biker was finally finished and stood up. He made sure to take anything of value with him to make it look like a proper work of motive.

He then walked up to Shu Chan and said, “You did good. You’re free.”

Shu Chan smiled, his crooked smile enough to scare a child. He was smiling that he made it out alive when the biker grabbed him by his head and turned it around.

The smile on Shu Chan’s face was frozen in that moment and it was forever imprinted on his face like that.

However, the biker wasn’t finished. He pulled the head with enough force, ripping it off from the body along with the spine. He grabbed the spine and broke it like a twig with his hand and the head disappeared in his other hand.

After that, he picked up the squared bomb device and put it on the headless body’s neck.

He then left the office and came out. Once he was in the parking garage, he blew up the bomb because that was the bomb’s range.

Boom!!!

Car alarms began to sound as the large force assaulted all of them.

The body would be gone with the blast and it wouldn’t leave any trace behind of torture or such. Of course, seeing the safe, the police would eventually figure it out but it would be too late.

The biker mounted his bike and left the scene before the authorities arrived.

~~

Zi Huan was about to close the shop when the door opened and Wei Jun entered carrying a box. It was a squared box, white in color and wrapped in ribbon.

A classic cake box.

Wei Jun quietly put it on the table and said nothing.

“What is this?” Zi Huan asked.

“Why don’t you find out?” Wei Jun asked.

“What would I do if there’s a bomb in it?” Zi Huan asked.

“And me standing so close to you would be fine and dandy if there’s one.” Wei Jun quipped to which Zi Huan had no answer and started to open the box.

“I just wanted to thank you for your help.” Wei Jun said.

“Yeah, right,” Zi Huan didn’t believe him and finally opened the box. As soon as he did, he jumped back.

There was a cake in the box alright. Only the topping was something Zi Huan would have never expected.

“They had a new topping and I had to try it out.” Wei Jun remarked as he picked up Shu Chan’s head from the top of the cake.

Zi Huan was still disoriented about this when Wei Jun looked at him and asked playfully, “What? Never seen a head without a body before?”

Zi Huan didn’t answer that question and asked, “What is the meaning of this?”

Wei Jun chuckled and dropped the head back in the box. He closed the lid, wrapped it back in ribbon and said, “If you try anything like this again, I will be leaving this head in your room, pointing to the police who the killer is.”

“What? What did I do?” Zi Huan asked, obviously offended when Wei Jun sighed and the next moment, he was standing next to Zi Huan, his hand on his neck and Zi Huan in the air.

“The next time you try to record me to keep some leverage on me, you will ironically die from the very explosives you sell.” Wei Jun calmly said before he dropped Zi Huan and asked, “Are we clear?”

“Yes. Yes!” Zi Huan hurriedly replied before Wei Jun did something more.

Wei Jun knelt in front of Zi Huan and asked a simple question, “Why did you try to record me? Who were you trying to use me against?”

“…” Zi Huan took deep breaths and looked at Wei Jun. In the end, he sighed deeply and replied, “It was to…”