Chapter 20: Interrogation
Charlie was in the basent, accompanied by two local Hongn disciples Luke hadn't t before.
"Boss, everything's ready."
Luke nodded, pulled an envelope stuffed with cash from his pocket, and tossed it to the older Hongn disciple. "Thanks for your hard work, guys. Take this money for drinks."
The man felt the thickness of the envelope, and a satisfied smile imdiately appeared on his face.
"The Young Master is generous, as expected. No wonder the brothers in Coast City all say that following you ans there's wine, at, and won—better than heaven, surpassing King Zhou."
"It's just the brothers giving credit. I'll have to trouble you two for the next few days."
"No trouble at all, no trouble at all!"
The two bowed their hands and left the basent to stand guard outside.
Emily shot Luke a look and sneered. "Wine, at, and won! Ha!"
Luke quickly changed the subject. "Charlie, how is he doing?"
"His emotions are relatively stable, but he keeps yelling to be let out."
"Did you lay a hand on him?"
"No."
"Good, don't use force."
Luke walked to the iron window and peered through the bars at Ibn Abdul Sanji Rahman Shalim, who was pacing back and forth. He was a typical Arab man: brown skin, slightly curly hair, and a full beard. He was decent-looking, but overly sloppy. If cleaned up, he'd be a good-looking guy.
"When we et him, no matter what I do, don't say anything."
Emily retorted sharply, "I know what to do, you don't need to instruct ."
Luke shrugged and pushed the room door open, walking inside.
The mont soone entered, Ibn reacted like an overly startled wild monkey, imdiately taking a defensive posture.
"Who are you? What do you want? Why did you bring here?"
Luke picked up a chair and sat under the flickering overhead lamp, watching him expressionlessly.
"Who do you think I am?"
Ibn froze, cautiously examining the person: black hair, light green eyes, and an overly delicate face. A figure surfaced in his mind.
"You... you're Show's..."
"That's right. I'm Luke Shaw, the founder of Show, the unlucky guy you ruined. Ibn, you're really sothing. One video made lose thirty million dollars. The company I worked so hard to build nearly went bankrupt, all thanks to your damn work."
Luke pulled out a handgun he had prepared, racked the slide, and screwed on a silencer. He said calmly under Ibn's horrified gaze,
"Owe money, pay money. Owe a life, pay a life. Since you had the guts to ss with , don't bla for being ruthless."
"No!"
Ibn instantly collapsed to his knees. "Don't kill ! It wasn't ! I didn't upload that video, really, it wasn't ! I was working at the restaurant this morning. I didn't even turn on a computer."
Emily frowned deeply. She wanted to speak up, but recalling her promise, she remained silent.
Luke lowered his voice, the hoarse sound grating like wood scraping the floor, sending chills down the spine.
"The account is yours, and the password is yours. If not you, then who?"
Bang!
The gunshot exploded. Ibn's pupils constricted to pinpoints. His heart seed to be gripped by sothing, unmoving. His mouth hung half-open, his terrified face frozen like a photograph. After a mont, he gasped for air like a fish brought back to life.
Luke cursed angrily,
"Damn Italians, what a crappy piece of junk. It misfired! You got lucky the last ti. You won't get a chance this ti."
"It wasn't ! It really wasn't ! I swear, I never uploaded the video!"
Ibn yelled, tears and snot mixing together in a miserable sight. His courage had been shattered by that gunshot.
"Please believe ! The video wasn't uploaded by . I have no idea what happened."
"Lies. I checked your account before I ca. There were no anomalies like hacking or a missing password. That ans the account was logged into normally. Who else could it have been but you?"
The muzzle was raised again.
It was a black, ominous hole, like the scythe of the Grim Reaper. Ibn felt his heart was about to stop. His mind raced frantically in his state of terror. Suddenly, a figure popped up.
"Adousan! Yes, Adousan..."
"I rember now! It was him, Adousan! He uploaded the video."
Then, he repeated to himself,
"Yes, it must be him. It has to be him."
Luke didn't lower the gun, his tone still severe.
"Trying to pull a fast one by just giving a random na? Do you take for a fool?"
"I'm not lying! It really is Adousan! Only he knows my account password. He... he..."
"He what? Speak!"
Ibn gritted his teeth and said spitefully, "He's in the drug business. He has operations in the Bay Area and Miller Port in Gotham City, and in Brooklyn in tropolis. His subordinates are mainly Arabs and West Asians. They are ruthless and dare to do anything. He must have had soone upload the video."
"You know so much about him. Are you one of his subordinates?"
Ibn: "..."
His eyes flickered violently, neither denying nor admitting it.
Luke curled his lip. "I thought you were a chef. Turns out you're a drug dealer!" He turned to Emily. "Anything you want to ask?"
Emily remained silent. Seeing him like this initially evoked so pity, but upon hearing the word "drug dealer," that sympathy instantly vanished.
Luke continued, "Where does Adousan live?"
Having already confessed everything, Ibn decided to give up completely.
"78 West Ocean Park in the Bay Area. His bedroom is on the far east side of the third floor. He usually stays there. If not, he's in the small building behind the Logger Bar in Miller Port."
Luke morized the address, left a single statent: "I will find out the truth," and then turned to leave.
A Favor for the Hongn
Outside the basent, the two Hongn disciples were waiting. The older one laughed.
"Young Master, how did the interrogation go? Did you need our brothers' help?"
"Don't call Young Master; it sounds too formal. We're all brothers, just call A-Lin. By the way, what are your nas?"
"We dare not accept the title 'A-Lin' (a reference to 'Little Lin,' Luke's likely family na). The older man waved his hands repeatedly. "My surna is Lian, single na Cheng. Just call Old Lian. His surna is Zhao, and he's just recently joined. You can call him Little Zhao."
"So it's Brother Lian and Brother Zhao." Luke cupped his hands. "Thank you for your help today."
"We're family; don't ntion it."
Since they started talking, the smile hadn't left Lian Cheng's face. While standing guard, he had opened the envelope and checked the contents—a whopping eight thousand US dollars. No wonder the brothers in Coast City spoke so highly of the Young Master. Seeing him today, he was indeed generous. Not only was he open-handed with money, but his manner and charisma made people feel comfortable. No wonder the forr Chairman thought so highly of him!
"Young Master, do you have any other instructions? If so, just say the word. Your brothers will get it done."
"Brother Lian, you're a straightforward man. Actually, there is one more thing I need help with. The Arab man inside is involved in the drug trade. If Brother Lian has the ti, please help get a confession."
Drugs!
Hearing that word, Lian Cheng's expression changed instantly. When the Hongn first ca to Arica, they suffered greatly because of the drug trade. That hatred was deeply etched in the hearts of the older generation. When the situation improved, the Chairman at the ti imdiately issued a death warrant: all Hongn mbers were forbidden from touching any drug-related business. Anyone who violated the rule, regardless of their identity, would not be spared.
"Young Master, rest assured, I will get to the bottom of this."
"Thank you."
Luke bowed slightly, bade farewell to the two n, and left with Charlie and Emily.
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