Chapter 890: End of the Game

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The scene in the hidden compartment caused Jiang Daode's brain to enter a brief vacuum period.

Feng Bujue was sitting on a chair in the cubicle, with a laptop in front of him.

"You...you...how..." Jiang Daode stuttered out words, but couldn't even formulate a complete sentence clearly.

"Two days ago, I sneaked into the homes of your mistresses one by one." Feng Bujue stood up from his chair and approached Jiang Daode step by step. "Originally, I just wanted to collect some of your DNA samples as a way to reveal your identity. One of the pieces of evidence, I didn’t expect... During the process of searching the house, I made an unexpected discovery..."

When he said this, Jiang Daode also exited the room step by step and returned to the chairman's room.

Feng Bujue followed him out and said as he walked: "I discovered that you have set up such a hidden compartment in each mistress's residence..." He paused, "Haha... don't It’s not strange to look at me with that expression... I have received professional training and am very sensitive to building structures. I can spot dark rooms and the like by visual inspection and walking test. "

While he was talking, Brother Jue had already walked to the chairman's room outside, glanced at Ouyang Jian and Jiutiao respectively, raised his hand to signal, and said hello: "I was 9 at that time, so I understood..." He continued What I just said to Jiang Daode is, "You are a person who has no sense of security in your life... Even though you have lived as Jiang Daode for twenty years, you still can't change your habit of being a cunning rabbit."

After Feng Bujue said this, he unplugged the phone line on Jiang Daode's desk, and then answered with a smile: "And habits... will reveal a lot of information. I can easily deduce... ...There must be such a dark room for hiding in your office." He pointed to the entrance to the hidden room with a smile, "The result...is not what I expected."

"Well... the fingerprints and DNA needed to open that room were obtained from his mistress's house, right?" At this time, Ouyang Jian answered thoughtfully.

"That's right." Feng Bujue continued, "The secret rooms in his mistress's house are also set up the same as here."

"So...you sneaked into this building this afternoon after leaving my office. And you hid in that room and waited?" Ouyang Jian asked again.

"Yes." Feng Bujue responded, and then looked at Jiang Daode, "Mr. Jiang, if you still have memories, you should remember... This afternoon, after you drank a cup of coffee brought in by your secretary, you felt a sudden sensation in your abdomen. I felt uncomfortable, and then I went to the toilet and squatted for more than half an hour.”

"You...you could put medicine in my coffee?" Jiang Daode was shocked.

"Haha... it's easy..." Feng Bujue replied in a relaxed tone, "I put the laxative in... the... next door... under the coffee grinder... in the secretary's room on this floor... in the cabinet... "...in the sugar cube box." He paused for half a second, "If you want to ask...why do I know the approximate time you drink coffee, and whether you add sugar and how many sugars you add..."

"I guess I figured it out when I was investigating his mistress's home." Before Jiang Daode could answer, Ouyang Jian interjected.

When Jiang Daode heard this, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Ouyang Jian. He looked at the latter with a mixture of surprise and suspicion.

"Haha... don't be so surprised, Mr. Jiang." Ouyang Jian said with a smile, "Since we, Feng Da Li, have gone to your residence and searched it carefully..." He glanced at Brother Jue, "Then don't say it is The habit of drinking coffee... how much food you eat in a meal, how to apply ointment when brushing your teeth, how many hairs are lost after washing your hair, and even how many pieces of paper you use to get a large bed... he knows everything clearly. "

"As Ouyang Jian said..." Half a second later, Feng Bujue quickly took over the conversation and said to Jiang Daode, "That's it..." He took a few steps forward and tapped the table twice with his fingers. "Besides... you should understand now. Why do I know there is a recording cigar hidden in your humidor?"

"You..." Jiang Daodejing said this, and then he muttered with some hindsight, "While I was going to the toilet..."

"bingo~" Brother Jue snapped his fingers and then explained. "According to my estimation... a cautious person like you will definitely keep a few hands. So... after I found the entrance to the hidden compartment, I didn't rush in. Instead, I checked your office carefully first. Once again... just in case." He looked up at the wall on the other side of the chairman's room. "Sure enough... I found a camera behind that painting over there."

Jiang Daode did not respond until now. He won't feel weird if Brother Jue tells any secrets about him again.

"And the footage from that camera will naturally not be transmitted to the security room..." Feng Bujue continued, "In fact, I also sneaked into the monitoring room of your security department and watched it... here In the entire building, except for the public areas, all office areas are equipped with cameras, but the only exception is your chairman's office..." He chuckled, "Ha... then the footage from this camera will be sent to Where to go? The answer is obvious..." With that, Brother Jue patted the computer on Jiang Daode's desk, "Mr. Jiang... you are really a very insecure person, and this... Just right for me to use.”

"You... also tampered with the video..." Jiang Daode's tone was dead when he answered this.

"That's a must." Feng Bujue said, "Since such a camera has been installed, it means... every time you leave this office and return, you will quickly check the video to confirm whether anyone has sneaked in during this period." He tilted his head and smiled, and then said, "In the afternoon, you left in a hurry because of severe abdominal pain, and did not lock the screen in time, which saved me the work of deciphering the password... When I came in, the computer screen saver was not activated, so I could use it at will."

"So you intercepted a surveillance video and changed it to loop playback, covering the few seconds before you entered the compartment." Ouyang Jian followed Brother Jue's thoughts and continued.

"Yes~" Jue nodded and looked at Jiang Daode again, "When our Mr. Jiang returned to the office, he must have immediately opened the video and fast-forwarded it. However... under the premise that no one had come in, the picture was still, and even if you slowed down and watched carefully, you might not be able to find the splicing points of the video. Looking at it like he did... there is no doubt that you can't see the flaws."

"It seems... Mr. Jiang never expected it in his dreams..." Ouyang Jian smiled. "In fact, someone... had sneaked into his hidden compartment for emergency response five or six hours ago."

At this point, everyone fell into silence for a few seconds.

After a few seconds, Jue looked at Jiang Daode and said, "Okay, Mr. Jiang, who is about to become Mr. Feng again, I have explained everything that should be explained." He stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture, "This bet... are you convinced of your loss?"

"Lose?" Jiang Daode's eyes flashed, and he snorted coldly, "Did I lose?" As he spoke. He moved sideways a few steps and began to untie his tie.

"Ah, my... what are you going to do?" Feng Bujue laughed teasingly, and followed the other party to move sideways to the carpet in the middle of the room.

"What do you think?" Jiang Daode moved his neck left and right.

"Well... considering that the sound insulation of your chairman's office is as good as the hidden compartment next door, shouting for help outside the door may not be very effective." Feng Bujue pretended to analyze, "And turning around and running away... is obviously not a good idea. With the distance between you and me, if you turn around to open the door, I'm afraid you will be knocked down before the door is opened..."

Brother Jue licked his lips and frowned, saying, "Then... you don't have many choices." He looked up and down at Jiang Daode who was moving his limbs. He smiled, "Hehe... seeing you unbuttoning your collar and cuffs, and 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?" Jiang Daode said. He made a pose in a formal manner, "I want to see who will hit whom..."

"Mr. Jiang, I have to remind you." Feng Bujue said, "I have investigated you in detail... I know you are a purple belt in karate, and you learned it after you got your current status. I also proposed the bet based on this."

"Hmph... Bluffing is just a waste of your own time." Jiang Daode's face was ferocious. Instead, he raised a bit of momentum. After all, this is a bet related to his future life. Even if it is a dying struggle, it is better than sitting and waiting to die.

"Mr. Jiutiao." Feng Bujue smiled without comment and turned to look at Jiutiao. "How long is left before the five-minute limit?"

Jiutiao's eyes were always fixed on the arms in his hands. Almost at the moment when Brother Jue asked the question, he continued: "Seven seconds...six, five..."

When he said the word "seven seconds", Jiang Daode felt that he had won. In less than seven seconds...what can he do? Even if you were a KGB agent, you might not be able to deal with a purple belt karate man in such a short time, right?

Besides, what Brother Jue said was "beat him up", not "put him on the ground" or "punch and kick him a few times"; so seven seconds is not enough no matter how you think about it.

However...

At this moment, Feng Bujue's figure flashed and disappeared directly from the sight of Jiang Daode and Ouyang Jian.

At this moment, Jiu Tiao's eyes changed slightly, but his expression was still cold and calm, and he did not stop counting: "Four, three..."

Then, Jiang Daode's body twisted in an extremely weird posture and 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 dull sounds of punches hitting flesh and crackling sounds of joints being hit...

"Two, one... time is up." Jiu Tiao finished counting the time.

Feng Bujue's figure also reappeared.

Jiang Daode fell to the ground with a bruised face and swollen nose, his body twitching slightly, and the expression on his face... was as if he had picked up a piece of soap in front of several strong men an hour ago.

The shock, fear, pain, and despair made his face, which had undergone extensive plastic surgery, extremely distorted.

"Mr. Feng." From this moment on, Jiu Tiao changed the way he addressed "Jiang Daode". "I think you should understand without me saying it... you lost."

"ke... ka... ah..." Mr. Feng uttered a few syllables, but he couldn't speak. Even if he could speak now... he didn't know what to say.

Kneel down and beg for mercy? That's useless. Mr. Feng knows it best... In front of the Gambling Emperor House, no matter who begs for mercy or how, they can't stop them from collecting gambling debts. Even if the winner takes the initiative to ask the loser to pay back, the Gambling Emperor House will not stop collecting debts.

Twenty years ago, the real Jiang Daode also begged for mercy when he lost his life. But he broke his head and didn't change his ending.

It was the miserable state of Jiang Daode before his death that made Mr. Feng feel uneasy in the past twenty years...

Because he knew deep down that he was still the "gangster Xiao Feng" in essence, a professional gambler.

At the age of 25, he cheated and stole all day long, and it was common for him to go in and out of the detention center. Until one day... He met a young man from South Korea in an underground casino.

That night... his life changed.

The rich second generation Jiang Daode was actually a member of the Gambling Emperor House. But... his gambling skills were not much better than those of ordinary people. After Xiao Feng won all his money, he took advantage of the alcohol. Jiang Daode proposed a separate bet and called the "gambling monitor".

So, an opportunity was presented to Xiao Feng... and he seized it.

Gambling... that's what it is. When Jiang Daode lost his "life", he sobered up. He went from shock to anger, fear, to crying... the distortion, hatefulness, sadness, and pity in human nature... were vividly expressed by the dying man.

After that night, "gangster Xiao Feng" disappeared, and half a year later, he became the current "Jiang Daode".

In the past 20 years, he used other people's wealth, education, appearance... and his own talents, as well as some not-so-glorious means. He created a career. He got everything he dreamed of... money, women, social status, and he even thought about getting involved in politics.

Unfortunately... all this is still a "dream" after all, a dream that should belong to others.

When he woke up from the dream, he looked back on the past 20 years. What surged in his heart was a trace of relief... because this dream was long enough and beautiful enough. Even if he had to face death after waking up, he no longer had any regrets.

"Are you leaving?" After a moment, Jiu Tiao looked at Feng Bujue and said.

"Yes, I have something else to do." Feng Bujue said. "I will temporarily 'deposit' Jiang Daode's life at the Duhuangzhai, is that okay?"

"Sure. Contact us whenever you want to use it." Jiu Tiao replied.

"As for this person..." Brother Jue glanced at Mr. Feng on the ground, "How are you going to deal with him?"

"It's not difficult to restore his identity." Jiu Tiao replied, "Mr. Feng doesn't have to worry about the details."

"Hehe... I should be able to guess a little bit." Brother Jue smiled and responded, then said to Ouyang Jian, "Why are you still standing there? Do you want to stay for a midnight snack?"

"Oh my..." Ouyang Jian seemed to have not recovered from the scene just now, "You really have superpowers?"

"What do you think?" Brother Jue asked back.

"Of course I thought you were just talking nonsense to me like usual..." Ouyang Jian's voice got louder and louder, because the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this matter was a bit outrageous, "Just now I was wondering... whether you were going to be mysterious and then take out pepper spray or stun guns or something like that... but you just performed an instant prison kill..."

"Hehe...Okay, I'll tell you in detail on the way back." Feng Bujue just smiled awkwardly. He rarely saw Ouyang's uncalm complaints.

As they talked, they walked towards the door.

Just before they were about to leave, Jiu Tiao suddenly said, "Mr. Feng... Before you leave, I want to remind you personally..."

"Oh?" Brother Jue turned his head and looked back, "Mr. Jiu Tiao, do you have any advice?"

"People like 'us'..." Jiu Tiao replied coldly, "It's not that we can't attack ordinary people, but... before we do it, it's best to think clearly... whether it should be done or not, whether it's worth it."

Feng Bujue was silent for a few seconds after hearing this, and replied solemnly: "Thank you Mr. Jiu Tiao for reminding me, Feng... will definitely keep it in mind." (To be continued...)