Chapter 132 -132: It’s Just Absurd
Jiang Yan’s brows slightly creased.
It seemed that the unimpressive-looking Ma Longbiao had a clever mind and broad knowledge.
However, it was not a good thing for a bad guy to be too smart.
Fortunately, if it was as Dao Yinping said, that the other party was going to some Young Master Xue’s birthday party and would return very late, or maybe not at all,
then they still had plenty of time to prepare.
Speaking of birthdays, at such a time, someone could still celebrate their birthday in a big way.
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It sounded absurd.
Jiang Yan had many questions about this so-called “Young Master Xue”.
But with several unfamiliar property owners nearby, it was not the right time to question Dao Yinping immediately; she would wait until after checking Ma Longbiao’s den.
“Brother Tao, there’s nothing in 2904.” Two men, armed with fruit knives and kitchen knives, walked by, addressing Sun Jingtao and Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan was not acquainted with the two men, having only seen them perhaps on surveillance before; they were longtime owners from Building A.
Sun Jingtao nodded.
“What are the remaining two rooms used for?” Jiang Yan glanced at the wide-open door of 2904 and the tightly closed door of 2901, which was intentionally blocked with miscellaneous items, and her gaze turned to Dao Yinping.
The dining table they had seen earlier had been moved out from 2904.
“2904 is Ma Longbiao and our room, 2901, it’s a warehouse…” Dao Yinping, who had calmed down by now, was filled with a rebellious sentiment.
He did not want to answer at all.
But with Ye Qing’s gun pointed at him, he had no choice but to respond.
“Warehouse? What’s inside?” Jiang Yan’s eyebrows raised.
Dao Yinping, head lolling carelessly to one side, with an indifferent expression, said, “All sorts of things.”
“Jiang Yan, Old Liu and his team have looked at 2904 and said there’s nothing much. Shall we go directly to 2901?” Having said that, Sun Jingtao, accompanied by Ye Qing, headed toward 2901.
“You go on ahead, I’ll come later,” Jiang Yan nodded.
She had decided to take a quick look around 2904.
As she thought, she already reached the entrance.
Different from 2902 and 2903, which had been emptied out to make a large bunkroom, 2904 hadn’t changed much.
Apart from the dining table, the original furniture and bedding were still there.
The quilts on the beds in the three bedrooms were in disarray, and there were some cigarette butts scattered on the floor.
There was even a small fire basin in the middle of the living room.
At first glance, indeed, there wasn’t much to see.
Jiang Yan walked over to the fire basin and picked up a thin metal fire poker from the ground, starting to search around the room casually.
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Unexpectedly, she did manage to find something in the wardrobe of the main bedroom:
A hand-cranked power bank, a box of Mint candies, a box of coffee sugars, half a bottle of leftover Maotai Prince Wine, two unopened bottles of small strong wine, a roll of nylon rope, a few boxes of cigar matches, half a metal box of cigars produced by Candy Tin Nation, and half a packet of leftover cigarettes.
Nowadays, in the whole of Anming City, only a few people could enjoy these items.
Most likely, they were products of high-temperature zero-price shopping sprees from the opposition.
Inside the nightstand drawer of the bedroom, there were some indescribable items, full of bad taste.
Jiang Yan tossed the cigarettes and such into her backpack behind her, holding a gun in one hand and the fire poker in the other, she left 2904.
Sun Jingtao and his team stood at the entrance of 2901, having already moved away the obstructions from the outside, and were now using a Fire Axe to break down the door.
Among the four rooms on the 29th floor, this was the only one with a tightly locked door.
Dao Yinping’s legs were trembling as he shrank to one side.
His hands, the meridians of which had been severed by Ye Qing, were now tightly wrapped with two strips of rag to temporarily stop the bleeding.
After all, he would still be needed soon.
Bleeding from three places, if he really lost too much blood and passed out, it would not be very advantageous for their interrogation later.
“Madam, you might as well kill me!” Not knowing what exactly Ye Qing had done to him moments before, upon seeing Jiang Yan approach, Dao Yinping almost fell to his knees.
He wanted to kneel, but he couldn’t manage it.
Despite what he said, Ye Qing had been quite ruthless with his strikes.
Still, for such a villain, even ten or a hundred times more ruthlessness would not have been too much.
Dao Yinping now felt tearing pain at his injuries with every step he took.
Such conditions in ancient times would have meant being sent directly to the palace.
Putting aside the loss of a man’s dignity,
The heart-wrenching, bone-piercing pain made him wish he was dead.
He could only move slowly, little by little.
Moreover, he truly wished to die.
After all, even if he didn’t die at Jiang Yan’s hands, once Ma Longbiao and his group returned, they would still make his life unbearable.
Jiang Yan did not even lift her eyelids and simply let out a cold laugh, “Killing you would be doing you a favor, wouldn’t it?!”
“Exactly!” Su Dai also glared fiercely at Dao Yinping.
Hearing this, Dao Yinping glanced at the wall beside him, grinding his teeth but ultimately gave up the idea of smashing his head against it.
“Oh, Jiang Yan, this walkie-talkie was found in the corridor, and it still has battery. Now that there’s no network, I don’t know what they could use it for.” Su Dai passed the walkie-talkie to Jiang Yan.
“Of course, it’s for remote communication,” Jiang Yan said, reaching out and flipping it over to take a look.
There were no markings on it, but it looked like a military walkie-talkie.
A normal walkie-talkie could only operate for two to three kilometers.
Such military-grade walkie-talkies, with powerful models, were not out of the question even at forty to fifty kilometers.
Su Dai was incredulous: “Ah, don’t we have no signal now?”
“The walkie-talkie can work without the network signal,” Jiang Yan smiled. “You should know that walkie-talkies were originally invented during World War II.”
Su Dai exclaimed, “Ah?!”
“By Motorola,” Jiang Yan added.
This time, Su Dai’s mouth formed an ‘O’ shape.
“You hold on to it for now. If the other side calls, you call me immediately.” Jiang Yan said, turning the volume of the walkie-talkie to the maximum before handing it back to her.
“By the way, who are those people outside?” Jiang Yan glanced at the now-closed fire door of the 29th floor.
Several men armed with tools stood at the door, using their backs to block it.
People in the corridor outside seemed to have crowded up to the fire door.
From their voices, it sounded like they were being tightly guarded by those armed residents who had come down from above.
Both sides were shouting and arguing loudly, and some were sobbing and crying, like a chaotic marketplace.
The scene and so many people were somewhat unexpected for Jiang Yan.
Su Dai explained, “Those with weapons are those who were not taken down by Ma Longbiao’s group and have retreated collectively to the 30th floor.
Sun Jingtao called them down earlier.
The people from the 31st floor should be coming down soon too, but they have a lot of obstructions in their corridors that need to be cleared away.
They all were part of a small resistance group that Tian Jiliang had organized privately to oppose Ma Longbiao. When Tian Jiliang woke up and knew we were coming down, he said that if the timing was right, we should get them to join us, as there’s strength in numbers.”
Jiang Yan narrowed her eyes: “Then who are those people without weapons?”