TSM Chapter 97

He took out a cigar from the drawer and calmly started smoking it, “Long time no see, Míng Yuè Yě.”

“Don’t be afraid.” He pinched Míng Yuè Yě’s chin, examining her closely, then chuckled, “Lóng Táng, the Poker Gang’s Big Boss.”

Multiple personalities? Zuǒ Yú and Míng Yuè Yě exchanged glances and immediately understood. Seeing that Shí Jiǎnbái would only arrive in half an hour, they had to stall for time.

“Then why did I keep you around?”

“Míng Yuè Yě, do you really not remember me?”

Hearing this, Míng Yuè Yě reacted, suddenly remembering that year when she was still in elementary school, it seemed that there had been such an incident.

Her family later ran a mahjong parlor, and many gangsters often went near it. Only because her father had connections with the underworld was he able to run the mahjong parlor successfully, and naturally, no one dared to provoke her.

It seemed… they were telling him to learn the mantis, to crawl on the ground. The time was too long ago, and she couldn’t remember clearly. However, she had done a lot of mental preparation and even swung a bench over.

Since then, she had lived a miserable life, because among those gangsters was her so-called “brother.”

“Remember now?” Lóng Táng’s eyes carried a trace of anticipation.

“From beginning to end, the only one I wanted was you.”

Lóng Táng’s words shocked Míng Yuè Yě. Didn’t he like Míng Xīng Yě?

“Míng Xīng Yě joined the Poker Gang because of manslaughter. She killed the person who used to bully you. Shouldn’t I help her based on that alone?”

“Then… the explosion at the Àishā Hotel?” Míng Yuè Yě felt a chill in her heart and tentatively asked.

“You’re really a madman…” Míng Yuè Yě shook her head slightly, her words revealing absurdity.

“What else do you want to know?”

“The person I planted in the police station, who has been there for several years, who exactly is it?”

“Have you forgotten… Club 7, he’s still very capable.”

Just as Lóng Táng was focused on talking to Míng Yuè Yě, Zuǒ Yú’s phone received a message. Shí Jiǎnbái, with several members of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, had already surrounded the place. “Where is Club 7?”

“Want to know the whereabouts of Club 7?” Lóng Táng’s eyes slowly moved to Zuǒ Yú’s pocket, seeming to sense something. “Xiǎo Yě, come here.”

“Don’t come over.” Zuǒ Yú frowned, anxiously watching Míng Yuè Yě.

“Yě Zi!” Zuǒ Yú covered his abdomen, which had been pierced by glass, and reached out to grab her.

Míng Yuè Yě smiled slightly at him, winked, indicating that she knew what she was doing, then turned back to look at Lóng Táng. “If he wants to force his way through, none of us is his match.”

Facing the person in front of her, who was both familiar and unfamiliar, she stared straight into his eyes and walked over, afraid that he would play any tricks.

As soon as she reached him, Lóng Táng made a motion to take something out. Míng Yuè Yě reacted quickly and immediately punched him in the chest. The blow was not light, after all, this strike was delivered with all her strength.

Only she didn’t expect that Lóng Táng didn’t dodge it. Even more unexpectedly, what he took out of his clothes wasn’t a gun, wasn’t a dagger, wasn’t any weapon, but a plain chocolate with liquor filling.

“Is it too late?” Lóng Táng laughed loudly, fiddling with his phone a few times. The computer screen showed surveillance footage of the villa, surrounded by police.

Then, he grabbed Míng Yuè Yě with his backhand, loosely locking her in his arms, his thin arms squeezing her neck, securing her.

“Call Shí Jiǎnbái in, or else…” Lóng Táng looked down at Míng Yuè Yě, bringing his face close to hers, threatening Zuǒ Yú.

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