You were put undercover, and you've risen to become the boss.

Looking at the group of eager child soldiers, Zhu Qiang's face turned extremely ugly.

Having spent so many years in the Northern Shan State, he had developed a keen eye for things. These child soldiers were like wolf cubs, and he had heard about child soldiers before. These people were utterly inhuman, and if he were to make a move, he would probably be done for today.

Zhu Qiang reached out to stop his underlings, staring intently at Chen Hui.

"Okay, Boss Chen, I've got it!"

"Where's the money?"

Zhu Qiang's face was extremely gloomy. After hesitating for a moment, he took out his phone and dialed a number, saying sternly.

"One million, send it to Bailu immediately!"

These child soldiers made him very wary, and since he didn't know what the relationship was between Chen Hui and Wu Zhensheng, he could only choose to endure it.

A short while later, one of Zhu Qiang's men came over carrying a box containing one million yuan.

"Old Peng, give that good-for-nothing back to him!"

Two child soldiers dragged Zhang Han out of the room, leaving a curved trail of blood on the floor of the hall, and threw him in front of Zhu Qiang.

Seeing Zhang Han's appearance, Zhu Qiang's eyes were blazing with anger. His fists were clenched, veins bulged on his forehead, and he glared fiercely at Chen Hui.

"Boss Chen, the mountains remain green and the waters flow on, we'll see!"

After saying this, Zhu Qiang turned and left. His men quickly helped Zhang Han up from the ground and followed him away.

Chen Hui sneered, not caring at all.

Back in her office, Peng Ying placed the box on the table.

"Brother Hui, I've discovered that doing this kind of thing makes money faster than running a casino."

Chen Hui rolled his eyes.

"You think this money is so easy to get?"

"Could it be that Zhu Qiang dares to cause us trouble?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. If he really dares to cause us trouble, I wouldn't mind making him disappear. Okay, I need to take a nap. I didn't even take a nap while waiting for this million!"

"Brother Hui, you earned a million without taking a nap. You should be content. What more do you want?" Peng Ying thought with disdain.

"By the way, Brother Hui, Peng Ming is back."

"Peng Ming?"

He suddenly remembered that Peng Jiahao had five adopted sons, and Min Tun and the other two had all died at his hands, along with their godfather Peng Jiahao. But he had overlooked Peng Ming.

While at the villa, a man named Qian Bing came to the door, wanting to buy Zhou Yutong from Peng Jiahao. Peng Ming was assigned to follow this man named Qian Bing, but unexpectedly, he returned.

"Yes, Brother Hui, Ah Ming and I have a good relationship. And among the five of us, he's the same as me. Although we grew up in this kind of environment, we would never do what they did!"

Chen Hui looked at him.

"You want to keep him?"

Peng Ying nodded.

"Brother Hui, Ah Ming contacted me. He didn't have much affection for Peng Jiahao and won't avenge him. Now that Peng Jiahao is dead, he doesn't know where he's gone. Hearing that we have a casino, he wants to stay at Bailu!"

"Has he been stalking that Qian Bing these past few days?"

Peng Ying was taken aback for a moment, unsure of what he meant, but still nodded.

"Yes, Brother Hui!"

"Since you think he's fine, then let him come over."

"Okay, Brother Hui, I'll have him come right away!"

Peng Ying happily called Peng Ming.

Chen Hui was very interested in Qian Bing, a Chinese man who had come all the way to the Northern Shan State to make a deal with Peng Jiahao, wanting to buy Zhou Yutong from him.

Four million US dollars, and in cash, undoubtedly proves that the boss behind this money is not simple, or that there is an organization behind it, or that it is the boss of Fengleyuan District.

He was just wondering how to get started with this matter when Peng Ming appeared. It would be a good opportunity to see what information he had gathered over the past few days.

Less than an hour later, Peng Ying led Peng Ming into the office.

"Brother Hui!"

Peng Ming greeted him very sensibly.

"Amin, Lao Peng told me about you. Are you willing to work with me?"

"willing!"

"Don't you hold a grudge against me? Peng Jiahao died at my hands, after all."

Chen Hui stared intently at him and asked.

Peng Ming shook his head, showing no trace of sadness.

"Brother Hui, if you don't kill him, we might all be purged. In Aimo, no one can stand against the Allied Army. As his adopted son, I'm afraid I'll be purged too!"

"Okay, have you been stalking that Qian Bing these past few days?"

"Yes, Brother Hui."

Chen Hui said seriously.

"Have you discovered anything?"

Peng Ming's eyes flickered a few times.

"Nothing too special happened. After leaving the villa, this person named Qian Bing went to Fengle Park."

Who is the owner of Fengleyuan District?

"I don't know. I've never seen the boss behind Fengle Park. On the surface, Qian Bing is the boss. He spends most of his time in the park, and he also frequents a bar."

"bar?"

"Yeah, and it's pretty strange."

"What's strange about it?"

"Qian Bing shouldn't be short of money. The bar he went to isn't big, and it's a bit out of the way. It's called... what's it called, Wenlong Bar?"

Wenlong Bar?

Upon hearing this name, Chen Hui's heart skipped a beat.

Before coming to Northern Shan State, Feng Lun and Qi Zheng had mentioned that the Special Service had an informant named Zhang Wenlong in Aimo, who owned a bar called Wenlong Bar.

Do you know who the owner of this bar is?

Peng Ming pondered for a moment.

"I asked around and found out his name is Zhang Wenlong. Most people call him Rotten-Eyed Dragon. He has been in Aimo for many years and has dealt with all sorts of people."

Sure enough, Zhang Wenlong is an informant for the Special Operations Bureau. I didn't expect Qian Bing to frequent his bar. That's interesting.

"Ah Ming, what did you mean when you said it was strange that Qian Bing went to this bar?"

"Brother Hui, Qian Bing isn't short of money. The Wenlong Bar isn't a very good place. If someone like him wants to spend money, I don't think he should go to the Wenlong Bar."

"Moreover, Qian Bing doesn't seem to be going to Wenlong Bar for fun. Each time he goes there, he only orders one drink and sits there without looking for any women."

"In two days, he went to this bar three times. Each time, he didn't ask the bartender to mix him a drink; he just opened a regular bottle and had the owner of Wenlong Bar personally deliver it to him. He wouldn't let anyone else deliver drinks to him!"

A strange look flashed in Chen Hui's eyes.

"You mean, Qian Bing knows the bar owner, they're acquaintances?"

"I'm not sure if they're close or not, but they definitely know each other. They never really say anything to each other, and then Qian Bing just leaves!"