[How did this guy get smart all of a sudden?
How the hell did he figure all that out?]
Moore’s expression turned a bit ugly, but he quickly sorted out his thoughts, cald down, and looked at Chen Che with a cold sneer.
"So what? What does that even prove? Just because I recomnded you go to a casino, now I’m the one framing you?"
"Don’t you think it’s all a bit too much of a coincidence? You recomnd Tasting’s casino, I lose money, I et Young Master Chen at the casino—he cancels my gambling debt and gives a bit of cash.
Then, the boss’s arms shipnt gets hit by so mysterious group.
You dump all the bla on .
The boss cos back furious, nearly strangles to death.
Good thing I didn’t die; if I did, wouldn’t the whole chain of evidence co full circle?
And you, the real traitor, just get to walk away..."
"If that’s not a setup, what the hell is?"
Moore started to change the subject, staring right at Chen Che as he said, "All this is just your side of the story. What really happened at the casino, what you did or said to that Young Master Chen—only you know. All we hear is from your own mouth.
You have no proof. I do."
Moore said this and ordered his n to bring over a docunt, laying it on the table and looking over at An Nishang. "Chief, he’s still trying to trick you!"
"These are so transfer records. The account here has had dealings with Tasting Comrce Association for a long ti. Every so often, all sorts of businesses under Tasting use a special account to wire money to this account.
Right before the arms incident, an unknown account transferred a huge sum into your account.
The sender account’s already been deactivated, so there’s nothing conclusive, but it’s clearly linked to Tasting Comrce Association.
Justin Comrce Association even transferred a massive sum to this account on top of that!
I kept digging and finally tracked the account back to you... Chen Che!"
"How do you explain this account? And this giant sum of extra money? That’s not just the money Young Master Chen gave you for the chief’s personal clothes, right?
The total in this account hits a whopping 500,000 Beta!"
Beta Coin is the currency issued by the Night Empire.
A kilo of lon flesh costs about two Beta Coins.
Five hundred thousand Beta Coins would let an average person live comfortably in the Ninth Special Zone for half a lifeti, never worrying about food or drink.
That’s a hell of a lot of money.
"So why would Tasting Comrce Association give you all this cash? Isn’t it because you sold the chief out!"
"Bullshit." Chen Che, recalling the details from mory, calmly said, "That’s just an independent account I use for business. The boss knows I’ve got various business dealings!
As for the partner being Tasting Comrce Association, well, I didn’t realize that.
Half the economy in the Ninth Special Zone is run by Tasting Comrce Association. How’s a small fry like supposed to tell who belongs to them like you can, Captain Moore?
Besides, I just did so business with them.
I can even provide the ledgers and check everything line by line!
As for that mystery account—you say it might be Tasting Comrce Association’s and sent a giant transfer... Shouldn’t I assu this whole thing’s a setup?
C’mon, this is way too stupid, right? This account isn’t all that private. If I really betrayed the boss, would I be dumb enough to collect a giant payoff with my regular business account? Wouldn’t I basically be wearing a sign saying "traitor" on my forehead?
Would you be that dumb, Captain Moore? I doubt it."
Chen Che’s argunt was solid; both sides kept trying to tear down each other, locked in a standoff.
Moore listened to Chen Che’s explanation without losing his composure; instead, a weird, sly smile crept onto his face.
"True, that would be stupid—but what if you planned to skip town right after betraying the chief?
My investigation found all the money in that account’s already been transferred out.
If your conscience is clear, why’d the money vanish into thin air? Am I not entitled to assu you knew betraying the chief ant hell, so you planned to take the cash and run?"
Honestly, Chen Che was right.
That extra giant sum really was planted by Tasting Comrce Association to fra him.
A perfect job blaming it all on Chen Che.
But neither Tasting Comrce Association nor Moore had expected Chen Che would survive An Nishang’s rage.
They hadn’t counted on Chen Che transferring out the funds, either.
Moore had no clue where the money had gone.
In fact, Chen Che moving the cash looked just like soone prepping to run for it.
So Moore just ran with it, churning the waters even more.
Chen Che’s heart skipped a beat.
The money’s gone?
How is that possible?
He frantically searched his mory.
But couldn’t rember ever moving that money himself.
Shit, what the hell is going on? Why do I have zero mory about this cash? What the hell did the original owner do?
Was the original just an idiot? Why move the money? Didn’t that just make you totally unable to explain yourself?
Every eye in the room locked on Chen Che, waiting for his answer.
An Nishang’s peach blossom eyes reflected Chen Che’s figure, waiting for his reply.
Moore quickly picked up on the slip.
[He doesn’t dare say where the money went?
Tsk... Is this pretty boy hiding more secrets?
The gods are on my side!]
Moore’s whole plan had just been to stir things up and shift attention away from Chen Che’s tough questioning, but he accidentally stumbled on a jackpot.
Moore pressed harder, step by step: "Co on! You knew you betrayed the chief, got scared, and took the money to run, right?!"
Fuck, why don’t I rember a thing?
No way—I can’t let this black man lead by the nose. Gotta think of sothing fast... Got it.
Chen Che acted like he was really struggling, gave An Nishang a quick look, hurried over to her side, and grabbed her hand, saying, "Chief, this was a stupid thing I did before, but if I tell you, you can’t be mad! I’ve changed, I swear!"
An Nishang’s seductive red pupils locked onto Chen Che, her voice calm: "Talk."
"Phantom Night Tour..."
Chen Che hesitated, and slowly spat out those four words.
The room instantly went dead silent.
An Nishang’s expression stiffened. She locked eyes with Chen Che, her long, snow-white fingers squeezing his face, forcing him to look up, eyes boring into his as she asked stiffly, "You went?"
[An Nishang’s jealousy up to 40%...]
Holy shit, the she-devil’s actually jealous of ?
Without a shred of dignity, Chen Che imdiately latched on to An Nishang’s thigh, saying, "Chief, all that dumb crap was the old ! You said you wouldn’t bla ..."
Dignity, backbone, whatever—save it for when I’ve got power. Staying alive cos first right now.
Chen Che’s totally shaless act eased the tense mood for a second. An Nishang let out a long breath; now wasn’t the ti to squabble. She steadied her voice: "Keep going."
Chen Che coughed twice. "I was just curious, so I went in to look around, but who knew those won were real illusionists... Lost my head for a second, and that’s how I got suckered out of the money..."
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