Zhou Shaoyang was so persistent, it seed sothing significant indeed happened in the Apocalypse Society.
Chen Che could only follow along with the arrangent, as the latter scheduled a ti with the Yellow-Robed High Priest.
According to Chen Che’s plan, he would send a batch of goods; these goods were legally cleared with duties paid.
He would transport this batch of goods through Ant Street to the Lower City District.
Zhou Shaoyang would be hidden among the goods and leave together with them.
As soon as he reached the Lower City District, leveraging Chen Che’s influence, Zhou Shaoyang could easily leave the safe zone.
Zhou Shaoyang would not face any other dangers throughout the process.
After understanding the entire plan, Zhou Shaoyang nodded.
Chen Che imdiately went to arrange his subordinates to work but also warned Zhou Shaoyang: "I’ve told you, I’m being closely watched recently, I can’t guarantee that nothing unexpected will happen during the process. If you insist on going, you’ll have to bear the consequences yourself."
Zhou Shaoyang waved his hand impatiently: "I know, you’re nagging like a woman.
Hmph! If you can’t even send a person out, having control over the underworld in the Upper City District is just a waste.
Besides, even if sothing really happens and I’m caught, you must find a way to get out.
Otherwise, I will reveal your identity to all the high-ranking officials in the Ninth Special Zone.
I’ll drag you with to the grave."
That’s Zhou Shaoyang’s confidence.
Based on the recent information he obtained, he knew that Chen Che, considered their puppet, was gaining increasing prestige in the Ninth Special Zone, becoming almost unconstrained by them.
But this also gave Zhou Shaoyang a sense of security because the higher Chen Che’s position and power, even if an accident really occurred, Chen Che would have to try every ans to rescue him!
This is Zhou Shaoyang’s strongest point of confidence.
Hearing Zhou Shaoyang’s words, Chen Che’s face turned unsightly in front of Zhou Shaoyang as he left with a darkened expression.
Zhou Shaoyang dismissed it with disdain.
No matter how hard a person is to control, as long as you grasp their Achilles’ heel, they will comply obediently.
...
The day they agreed upon arrived quickly.
The transport team reached the Peruvian Slums, and this batch of cargo was officially listed as industrial waste being transported from the Upper City District to the Lower City District for disposal.
This was also the most legitimate transport channel between the Upper and Lower City Districts.
Chen Che had prepared all the necessary docuntation.
Zhou Shaoyang arrived in front of the transport convoy, discovering that he was supposed to hide in a wooden crate, pressed at the very bottom by a pile of cargo.
In an instant, Zhou Shaoyang’s face turned ugly; he said, "Damn it, do I really have to squeeze into this little crate? Can’t I just disguise myself as one of you and escort all the way through?"
Bobby, filled with irritation and disgust for the guy in front of him, rely snorted coldly in response to Zhou Shaoyang’s words: "Our Master Chen’s order is for you to squeeze inside this box, your wanted face has long been registered in every corner of the streets.
If anything goes wrong, we brothers don’t want to accompany you to the grave!"
Hearing this, Zhou Shaoyang’s face turned sowhat ugly; he seed to have not encountered anyone speaking to him like that for a long ti.
But after hesitating for a mont, Zhou Shaoyang still understood, as they say, the bigger picture cos first.
If he must endure a bit now, then so be it.
Just as he was about to enter the box, Zhou Shaoyang suddenly rembered sothing and strode over to Arabic, instructing him on a few things: "If I don’t make it out successfully, that ans it’s that guy’s trickery behind the scenes, rember to notify my father."
Arabic nodded, saying, "He doesn’t have the guts; he should know the consequences of angering a Judging Priest."
The guy they were referring to was Chen Che.
The two of them were sowhat worried about Chen Che stirring up trouble from the shadows.
However, it was only a slight concern, not too much on their mind.
After all, Zhou Shaoyang’s father was a dignified Judging Priest.
Zhou Shaoyang was his father’s only son; his father had long had weakened health, though he could still function.
But could no longer impregnate a woman.
If Zhou Shaoyang died, for his father, it would an having no heir.
It just so happened that Zhou Shaoyang’s father valued this very heavily.
If sothing really happened to Zhou Shaoyang in the Ninth Special Zone.
This Judging Priest would probably co personally to the Ninth Special Zone.
A Judging Priest of the Apocalypse Society... even the Night Empire Headquarters would have to take it seriously.
In the Apocalypse Society, the Judging Priest represents force.
Only with force can various judgnts and decisions be carried out.
After finishing all the instructions, Zhou Shaoyang felt sowhat relieved and pinched his nose to enter the wooden crate.
Seeing the goods, finally willing to get into the crate.
Bobby imdiately beckoned to one of his subordinates, and they tightly nailed the wooden crate shut with nails.
Leaving only one air hole.
Then various wooden crates filled with industrial waste were stacked on top of the other crates.
The vehicle started the transportation.
They would depart from the Peruvian Slums, drive all the way to Ant Street, and from Ant Street enter the Lower City District.
Zhou Shaoyang, lying at the very bottom of the cargo compartnt, could feel the constant jolting along the way and the roaring of the engine.
His crate was near the vehicle’s engine, where he could feel its rumbling and the continuous heat it emitted, making it stifling and uncomfortable.
God knows where Chen Che and his crew got this industrial waste from, as it exuded the stench of food waste.
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