The scene in the hidden room caused Jiang Daode's brain to enter a temporary vacuum.
Feng Bujue sat on one of the chairs inside the cubicle, and there was a laptop placed before him.
"You … you … how …" Jiang Daode stuttered, but he could not even form a complete sentence.
"Two days ago, I snuck into the homes of your mistresses one by one." Feng Bujue stood up from the chair and approached Jiang Daode step by step. "Initially, I just wanted to collect some of your DNA as evidence to expose your identity. Who would have thought … in the process of searching the house, I found something unexpected …"
As he said those words, Jiang Daode retreated step by step from the room and returned to the chairman's office.
Feng Bujue followed behind, and as he walked, he said, "I realized that you have this kind of hidden cubicle in each of your mistresses' rooms …" He paused. "Haha … Don't look at me with that kind of expression. That is not surprising … I have received professional training, and I am very sensitive to the structure of buildings. Just by looking and walking, I can identify places like these hidden cubicles."
As he spoke, Brother Bujue had already walked into the chairman's office. He glanced at Ouyang Ruo and Jiu Tiao separately and raised his hand to greet them. "At the time, I understood …" He continued his sentence and said to Jiang Daode, "You are a person who has no sense of security about your life … Even though you have lived as Jiang Daode for twenty years, it is still difficult for you to change the habit of a cunning rabbit with three burrows."
After Feng Bujue said that, he pulled out the phone on Jiang Daode's desk and said with a smile, "And habits … will reveal a lot of information. It was easy for me to speculate … that in your office, there must be such a secret room for hiding. "He smiled and pointed to the entrance of the hidden room." The result … was just as I expected. "
"Hmm … The fingerprints and DNA needed to open the hidden room were obtained from his mistresses' homes, right?" Ouyang Ruo asked thoughtfully.
"That's right," Feng Bujue said. "The secret rooms in his mistress' house are also set up in the same way as this one."
"So … this afternoon, after you left my office, you snuck into this building and hid in that room to wait?" Ouyang Jian asked again.
"Yes." Feng Bujue responded and then looked at Jiang Daode. "If you still remember, Mr. Jiang, you should remember that after you drank a cup of coffee sent in by your secretary this afternoon, you suddenly felt discomfort in your abdomen. Then, you went to the toilet and squatted for more than half an hour."
"You … You actually drugged my coffee?" Jiang Daode was shocked.
"Haha … It's a piece of cake …" Feng Bujue replied in a relaxed tone. "I put the laxative in … the secretary's office … next door … under the coffee grinder … in the cabinet … in the cupboard … in the secretary's office." He paused for half a second. "If you want to ask … How did I know the approximate time you drank your coffee, whether you added sugar, and how many pieces of sugar …"
"You deduced it when you were investigating his mistress' house." Before Jiang Daode could answer, Ouyang Ruo interrupted.
Jiang Daode heard this and suddenly turned to look at Ouyang Ruo. He looked at the latter with a look of surprise and suspicion.
"Haha … There's no need to be so surprised, Mr. Jiang." Ouyang Jian laughed. "Since our great writer Feng Bujue has already searched your house thoroughly …" He glanced at his Brother Jue. "Let's not talk about your habit of drinking coffee … How many dishes you eat in a meal, how to squeeze out ointment when you brush your teeth, how many strands of hair you lose when you wash your hair, and even how many pieces of toilet paper you use when you go to the toilet … He knows everything clearly."
"Just as Ouyang Ruo said …" Half a second later, Feng Bujue quickly took over the conversation and said to Jiang Daode, "That's what happened …" He took a few steps forward and tapped the cigar box on the table twice with his finger. "Also … Now you should understand how I knew that there was a recording cigar hidden in your cigar box, right?"
"You …" Jiang Daode heard him say this and then said, "You took advantage of the time when I went to the toilet …"
"Bingo ~" Brother Jue snapped his fingers and explained, "According to my estimation … A cautious person like you would definitely have a few tricks up his sleeve. So … After I found the entrance to the hidden compartment, I didn't rush in. Instead, I carefully checked your office … Just in case. " He looked up at the wall on the other side of the chairman's office. "As expected … I found a camera behind the painting over there."
Jiang Daode didn't respond. At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if Brother Jue revealed any more secrets about him.
"And the footage from that camera naturally wouldn't be sent to the security room …" Feng Bujue continued, "In fact, I did sneak into the security room to take a look … In this whole building, other than the public areas, all the office areas are equipped with cameras, but your chairman's office is an exception …" He chuckled. "Ha … So where would the footage from this camera be sent? The answer is obvious … "Brother Jue patted the computer on Jiang Daode's desk." Mr. Jiang … You really are a very insecure person, and this … is something I can take advantage of. "
"You … You also tampered with the footage …" Jiang Daode's voice was lifeless when he answered.
"Of course." Feng Bujue said, "Since you installed such a camera, it means … Every time you left this office and returned, you would quickly check the footage to confirm that no one had sneaked in during this period." He tilted his head and smiled. "In the afternoon, you left in a hurry because of severe abdominal pain, so you didn't lock the screen in time. This saved me the work of deciphering the password … When I came in, the computer's screensaver wasn't turned on, so I could use it as I pleased."
"So you took a screenshot of the surveillance footage and changed it to a loop until the few seconds before you entered the compartment." Ouyang Yin followed Brother Jue's train of thought and continued.
"Yes …" Brother Jue nodded and looked at Jiang Daode. "And when Mr. Jiang returned to the office, he must have immediately opened the footage and fast-forwarded it to check it. However … under the premise that no one had entered, the footage was static. Even if he slowed it down and looked at it carefully, he might not be able to find the connection points of the footage. Looking at it like he did … there was no doubt that he wouldn't be able to find any flaws. "
"It looks like … Mr. Jiang didn't even dream that …" Ouyang Yin smiled. "Actually, there was someone … Five or six hours ago, who had already sneaked into the hidden compartment that he used to deal with emergencies."
At this point, everyone fell into a few seconds of silence.
After a few seconds, Brother Jue looked at Jiang Daode and said, "Alright, Mr. Jiang, who is about to become Mr. Feng again, I've explained everything that needs to be explained." He extended his hand and made a "please" gesture. "This bet … Do you accept your loss?"
"Lose?" Jiang Daode's eyes narrowed and he snorted coldly. "Did I lose?" As he spoke, he took a few steps to the side and began to untie his tie.
"Ayaya … What are you doing?" Feng Bujue laughed mockingly as he followed Jiang Daode to the spacious carpet in the room.
"What do you think?" Jiang Daode stretched his neck left and right.
"Hmm … Considering that the soundproofing of your chairman's room is as good as the hidden compartment next door, I'm afraid that shouting for help from outside the door won't work." Feng Bujue pretended to analyze the situation. "And turning around and running away … obviously isn't a good idea either. With the distance between you and me, if you turn around and open the door, I'm afraid that you'll be knocked out before the door even opens … "
Brother Jue licked his lips and frowned. "Then … you don't have many choices." He looked up and down at Jiang Daode, who was stretching his limbs, and laughed. "Heh … Look at how you're unbuttoning your collar and cuffs, and how you're doing some meaningless warm-up exercises with a murderous look on your face. Are you going to fight me?"
"Aren't you going to beat me up?" Jiang Daode said as he struck a pose. "I'd like to see who's going to beat who up …"
"Mr. Jiang, I have to remind you." Feng Bujue said, "I've done a thorough investigation on you … I know that you're a purple belt in karate, and that you learned it after you obtained your current identity. It was on the basis of knowing about this matter that I proposed the bet. "
"Hmph … Bluffing is just a waste of your time." Jiang Daode's face was ferocious, and he seemed to be more aggressive. After all, this was a bet that would affect his future. Even if he had to struggle, it was better than waiting for death.
"Mr. Kujyo." Feng Bujue smiled and turned to look at Kujyo. "How much longer … before the five minute time limit?"
Kujyo stared at the pocket watch in his hand. As soon as Brother Jue asked the question, he answered, "Seven seconds … Six, five …"
When he said "seven seconds", Jiang Daode felt that he had already won. What could he do in less than seven seconds? Even if you were a KGB agent, you wouldn't be able to beat a purple belt in karate in such a short time.
Furthermore, Brother Jue said 'give him a good beating' and not 'put him to the ground' or 'give him a few kicks and punches'. Therefore, no matter how he thought about it, seven seconds was definitely not enough.
However …
At this moment, Feng Bujue's body flashed and disappeared from Jiang Daode and Ouyang Jian's sight.
At this moment, Kujyo's eyes changed slightly, but his expression was still cold and calm. He didn't stop counting down, "Four, three …"
Then, Jiang Daode's body twisted in a very strange position, and he slowly knelt on the ground.
During this process, a black shadow kept flashing around Jiang Daode's body, and the latter's body kept making muffled sounds of punches hitting flesh and bones …
"Two, one … Time's up." Kujyo finished counting down.
Feng Bujue's figure reappeared.
Jiang Daode was lying on the ground with a bloody nose and a swollen face. His body twitched slightly, and the expression on his face … It was as if he had picked up a piece of soap in front of a few strong men an hour ago.
That kind of shock, fear, pain, and hopelessness made his face, which had undergone extensive plastic surgery, become extremely distorted.
"Mr. Feng." From this moment on, Kujyo changed the way he addressed "Jiang Daode". "I think I don't need to tell you … You have lost."
"Ke … ka … ah …" Mr. Feng's mouth made a few syllables, but he couldn't say anything. Even if he could, he didn't know what to say.
Kneel and beg for mercy? That was useless. Mr. Feng knew best … In front of Gambling Emperor Zhai, no matter who pleaded, no matter what method they used, they couldn't stop them from collecting gambling debts. Even if the winner didn't want the loser to pay, Gambling Emperor Zhai wouldn't stop collecting debts.
20 years ago, when the real Jiang Daode lost his life … he had also begged for mercy. But even after he knocked his head on the ground, he still couldn't change his fate.
It was because of Jiang Daode's miserable state before his death that Mr. Feng couldn't live in peace for the past 20 years …
Because deep in his heart, he knew … he was still that "hooligan Xiao Feng", a professional gambler.
The 25 years old Jiang Daode was involved in petty theft and swindling. It was normal for him to enter and leave the detention center. Until one day … he met a young man from Daehan in an underground casino.
That night … his life changed.
That rich second generation, Jiang Daode, was actually a member of Gambling Emperor Zhai. But … his gambling skills were not much better than ordinary people. After Xiao Feng won all his money, Jiang Daode proposed a separate gambling game under the influence of alcohol and called the "Gambling Supervisor" over.
So, an opportunity presented itself to Xiao Feng … and he grabbed hold of it.
Gambling … was what it was all about. When Jiang Daode lost his "life", he sobered up. He went from shock, to anger, to fear, to sobbing … the twisted, detestable, pathetic, and pitiful side of human nature were vividly portrayed by that dying man.
After that night, "hooligan Xiao Feng" disappeared. Half a year later, he became "Jiang Daode".
In the following twenty years, he used other people's wealth, education, looks … and his own intelligence, as well as some less honorable means, to build a career. He got everything he wanted … money, women, social status, and he even wanted to get involved in politics.
But … all of this was just a "dream", a dream that belonged to someone else.
When he woke up from his dream and looked back on the 20 years, he felt a sense of relief … because this dream was long and beautiful enough. Even if he had to face death when he woke up, he didn't have any regrets.
"Are you leaving?" After a while, Kujyo looked at Feng Bujue and asked.
"Yes, I still have things to do." Feng Bujue said, "Jiang Daode's life, I will temporarily 'deposit' it with Gambling Emperor Zhai, is that okay?"
"Okay, contact us whenever you want to use it." Kujyo replied.
"As for this person …" Brother Jue glanced at Mr. Feng on the ground, "What are you going to do with him?"
"It's not hard to restore his identity." Kujyo replied, "As for the details … Mr. Feng, you don't have to worry about it."
"Haha … I can roughly guess that as well," Brother Jue replied with a smile. Then he turned to Ouyang Jian and said, "Why are you still standing there? Do you want to stay for supper? "
"What the …" Ouyang Ruo seemed to have not recovered from the scene just now. "You really have superpowers?"
"What did you think?" Brother Jue asked.
"Of course, I thought you were just talking nonsense like usual …" Ouyang Jian's voice was getting louder and louder, because the more he thought about it, the more he felt that things were getting out of hand. "Just now, I was thinking … Were you going to deliberately mystify things, and then take out a pepper spray or a taser … But in the end, you just performed an Instant Hell Kill …"
"Haha … Okay, I'll explain it to you on the way back." Feng Bujue smiled sheepishly. It was rare for him to see Ou Yang so flustered and annoyed.
The two of them walked towards the door as they talked.
Just as they were about to leave, Kujyo suddenly said, "Mr. Feng … Before I leave, I want to give you a personal reminder …"
"Oh?" Brother Jue turned his head and looked back, "Mr. Kujyo, what advice do you have for me?"
"People like 'us' …" Kujyo replied coldly, "It's not that we can't attack ordinary people, but … before we do, it's best to think carefully … Should we do it, and whether it's worth it."
Feng Bujue heard this and was silent for a few seconds before he replied seriously, "Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Kujyo … I will remember it."
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