CHAPTER 677: CHAPTER 670: DURIAN TRUCKS

As soon as Sisi and the others drove their three cars out of the courtyard gate, they went in different directions. Tian Xinhua was about to drive down another road when Sisi suddenly slapped her forehead and shouted at Tian Xinhua, "Go to Wanfu Lane first. I need to find someone who definitely knows what happened this afternoon."

Tian Xinhua glanced at Sisi without asking further, slammed the accelerator to the floor, and the car sped forward like the wind.

Wanfu Lane is a very quiet old street, where the houses are mostly antique buildings, those small villas with front and back gardens. The people living here are often individuals of hidden talents; even an ordinary old man wearing a sweat shirt and carrying a birdcage might have been a prominent figure.

That’s why the locals in G City, whether they’re from the underworld or legitimate circles, generally don’t come to this street looking for trouble. One reason is to show respect to the people on the street, and another is to avoid trouble—less is better than more.

Tian Xinhua parked the car outside the alley, and the two of them got out and walked quickly into the alley. The alley was a bit narrow, making it impossible for a sedan to drive through.

Sisi led Tian Xinhua to No. 68 Wanfu Street, where a large gilded plaque boasted on the gate, as if afraid others wouldn’t know it was No. 68.

Had she been in a better mood, Sisi would have laughed out loud. Every time she came here, she felt like laughing at that plaque, just like Uncle Ji’s usual ostentation!

Indeed, Sisi was here to meet He Xuewen’s good brother in G City, A Ji. With He Xuewen’s help over the years, A Ji had unified G City’s electronics market. Although the money he made couldn’t compare to He Xuewen’s, it was still quite substantial.

Plus, with his Jianghu background, A Ji’s influence in G City rose like the sun, making him the city’s invisible boss. Regardless of one’s affiliation, they had to show him some respect.

That’s why Sisi thought of seeking Uncle Ji’s help right away. If there’s anyone who could quickly find out Du Du and the others’ whereabouts, it would be none other than A Ji!

Sisi and Tian Xinhua were led into the hall by a young man, and Sisi smiled at him. A Ji came forward with a broad grin. The middle-aged A Ji had put on quite a bit of weight and looked more authoritative, showing the demeanor of a boss.

"Ah Nan, how come you have time to play at my place today? I just returned from your daddy’s a few days ago!" A Ji laughed, nodding to Tian Xinhua. Although he hadn’t met Tian Xinhua before, he had seen his photo at He Xuewen’s place and naturally knew he was Sisi’s husband.

Sisi didn’t stand on ceremony and immediately said, "Uncle Ji, my son Du Du and his friend and the friend’s daughter were kidnapped around 5:30 this afternoon at the street heart park gate by a group of people. I’d like to ask you to help investigate which gang these people are from and where they’ve gone now."

Sisi started to cry as she spoke, shocking A Ji. He knew little Du Du; Sisi had brought him over a few times. The kid was sweet-mouthed, smart, and handsome—how could something happen to him?

Which scoundrel dared to do such audacious deeds in G City?

A Ji’s face turned dark; a good brother’s grandson having trouble on his turf was an outright slap in the face!

"Ah Xi, take some people and investigate personally, and hurry up," A Ji called the young man who had led them in. The man was in his twenties and looked just like a younger A Ji.

This young man, named Ah Xi, was A Ji’s only son. His backstory was quite dramatic, another dog-blooded tale.

Ah Xi responded immediately, about to head out. Sisi gratefully said to him, "Ah Xi, thank you."

Ah Xi smiled, "Don’t worry, Sisi. I’ll be back soon."

Ah Xi was indeed quick. Less than twenty minutes later, he brought back a small, sleazy-looking man.

When the short man saw Uncle Ji sitting at the head, he immediately trembled with fear, cursing his bad luck.

Nonetheless, he put on a flattering smile and, without waiting for A Ji to speak, poured out everything like beans from a bamboo tube, not hiding anything.

A Ji frowned slightly, waved for the small man to leave, and the man felt like he had received a great pardon. Ah Xi pulled out several hundred-dollar bills from his bag, waved them in front of the man, and said coldly, "You know what to do, right?"

Overjoyed, the man accepted the money, unexpectedly making a little fortune. He fawned, saying, "Brother Xi, don’t worry. I was at Jiaojiao’s place washing my hair all night, didn’t go anywhere."

He continued to flatter, "Brother Xi, if you want to know anything in the future, feel free to find me. As far as G City is concerned, there’s nothing Qian Sanliang doesn’t know."

Finished, he walked away cheerfully.

"Uncle Ji, who is Brother Lei?" Tian Xinhua asked.

A Ji’s face looked grim as he replied, "This Lei’s father was the biggest human trafficker on the coast, having done countless wicked things. Fifteen years ago, someone shot him dead, leaving behind a son. This son is even more ruthless than his father and more cunning. In just a few years, he’s gathered a group of brothers, and G City’s red-light district is basically controlled by him. Human trafficking, drug dealing, forced prostitution, robbery—whatever makes money, he does, and he’s got quite a few lives on his hands. He’s not a good person."

Sisi remembered who Lei was. His father was the human trafficker who forced Mu Xiulan into the sea and sold Ah Rou, the scumbag later killed by Yuan Jin.

Little did she know, his son would also target Du Du!

After getting Du Du’s information, Sisi and Tian Xinhua said goodbye and left, accompanied by Ah Xi, who was sent by A Ji to help them. He said Ah Xi had connections in the area and could be of assistance.

According to Qian Sanliang, Brother Lei and a group of R countrymen took Du Du and the others, though he wasn’t sure of their exact destination. However, he knew Brother Lei’s men had shipped three trucks of durians, supposedly bound for sale in S province.

"Looks like they’re planning to smuggle Du Du to R country. It’s a quick boat ride from S province to R country’s borders," Tian Xinhua analyzed.

"It must be Miyazaki Shin’s doing. I won’t spare him." Sisi gritted her teeth, wishing she could skin Miyazaki Shin alive.

Ah Xi guided Sisi and the others to the highway entrance from G City to H Province, where several armed police were inspecting passing vehicles.

Tian Xinhua presented Yang Wenlong’s handwritten note and asked if any durian trucks had passed by.

"Yes, about an hour and a half ago, three trucks carrying durians went through here, almost choking us with their smell," one armed policeman replied.

Sisi and Tian Xinhua’s expressions changed dramatically; it had already been an hour and a half, almost reaching H Province.

This Brother Lei was indeed cunning, deliberately using pungent durians as cover. To be fair, not many people can withstand the smell of durians, let alone a full truckload.

No wonder these few armed police couldn’t inspect closely, and there’s only so much someone who’s not their immediate family can do to help find someone.

Upon learning that the cars had passed an hour and a half ago, Tian Xinhua wasted no words and slammed the accelerator, speeding off. Time was life; they couldn’t afford any delays.