A carefree soldier king in the city

The 391st is truly frustrating.

Everyone nodded in unison and, with perfect understanding, chased after the two people.

……

Two kilometers east of Xihai Town stands a luxurious villa. What's different is that the villa is heavily guarded. It's unclear whether the guards are servants or bodyguards, but they have surrounded the villa completely. Anyone with eyes can tell that this is not the kind of method used by ordinary wealthy merchants. It seems to be deliberately strengthened to prevent unauthorized people from suddenly breaking in. The entire mansion is filled with a mysterious and eerie atmosphere, but no one can quite put their finger on why.

It was already midnight, and dozens of luxury cars of different brands were parked neatly in front of the villa, making it a veritable gathering of luxury vehicles.

A black SUV slowly drove into the villa's gate, and the two men who had been switched out and were completely unaware of it got out of the car and walked into the villa.

Li Wei couldn't help but nuzzle Tang Qianqian and whispered, "Qian, wanna bet?"

Tang Qianqian slowly revealed her rare, charming smile and asked, "What are we betting on?"

Li Weixing said with a somber expression, "I bet those two who just went in are really in deep trouble."

Tang Qianqian revealed her deadly smile again and said, "I also bet on what you just said."

"Wei, stop messing around, or they'll find out." Bai stopped Li Wei from "stirring things up" in time, so as not to be discovered and miss the next "show".

The two impatient men entered the villa and went straight to the second-floor hall. At that moment, several people were sitting on the sofas in the hall, chatting and laughing, seemingly discussing something quite pleasant.

"Brother, we've got the stuff."

Of the two men who came in, the slightly fatter one placed the black plastic bag he was carrying on the coffee table and respectfully addressed the only person sitting on the sofa, "Bald Qiang," who was drinking tea.

Just as "Bald Qiang" put down his teacup, the man next to him said excitedly, "I'll open it."

As he spoke, he began tearing at the black plastic bag, ripping it open in one swift motion, revealing the "thing" they had been eagerly anticipating. However, when everyone in the hall saw the true appearance of their long-awaited "thing," they were all stunned and speechless at the same time.

It turns out that this "thing" is nothing more than a bag of common table salt, the kind that is sold in almost every supermarket. As you can see, it is clearly written on the bag.

Deep-sea salt.

Bald Qiang frowned slightly, then grabbed the packet of salt, tore it open, and put a little in his mouth with his finger. Everyone expected Bald Qiang to burst into laughter, but they were all wrong. Bald Qiang, his face full of anger, yelled at the man, "Tell me, where's the stuff?!"

The two men who had been switched were both shocked.

"Brother, isn't the item in your hands?" the man replied, looking confused.

Everyone else was completely baffled. Now that they had the item, why was their boss still asking his subordinates such questions?

The man who opened the bag was equally confused. He quickly dipped some in the salt and put it in his mouth, then spat it out with a "pui" and asked, "Why is it salt?"

Yes, this package is indeed salt, and it's regular table salt.

"Old Gao, what's going on? Where's what I asked for?" the man asked Bald Qiang directly.

Upon hearing this, the two men who were running errands were immediately horrified, thinking, "Oh my god, it's over, could it really be table salt?"

"Bald Qiang," also known as Lao Gao, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. At the same time, he clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles cracked. He suppressed the urge to chop someone up and then asked the two bewildered, pitiful men, "Tell me, where did you hide the things?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two poor bastards knelt down on the ground with a thud, and said in a panic, "Brother, we're innocent! The things were like this when we took them over, and we haven't touched them."

Old Gao seemed to have anticipated their attempt at sophistry, so he sneered and said sternly, "Tell me, where did you hide the thing?"

"Brother, we swear to God, we really didn't touch the things when they were brought over."

The slightly overweight man once again tried to clear his name and prove his innocence.

"Yes, brother, even if you gave us a thousand lives, we wouldn't dare to hide the things. We swear to God, the things were like this when we received them."

The other man offered an explanation, also trying to "clear his name," but both of them were terrified, practically on the verge of crying for their parents.

"You won't talk, huh? Fine, fine, then beat them until they do. Beat them!"

Enraged, at Lao Gao's command, six men in black suits immediately came over, each grabbing one of the "two poor bastards" in pairs, while the remaining two men raised their fists and attacked the two of them individually.

"Brother, please spare us! We really don't know what happened."

"Bang, bang!"

"what……"

"what……"

Two muffled thuds were followed by two screams.

"Big brother, please stop hitting us! We really didn't take your things... ah..."

"what……"

"Damn it, are you going to talk or not?" Old Gao roared at the two men who had been beaten.

"Brother, we're innocent! We really didn't take your things."

"You won't talk, huh? Keep hitting them until they do."

"Bang, bang!"

"what……"

"what……"

After a few punches, the two poor bastards couldn't take it anymore. Blood was flowing from the corners of their mouths, and they both passed out.

Seeing that the two men would rather be beaten than hand over the goods, Lao Gao became even angrier and ordered, "Wake them up by splashing them with water."

The two "executioners" responsible for beating the men each picked up a glass of water from the table and splashed it onto their "punching bags" in the men's faces. In just a moment, the two men who had been beaten won.

The slightly overweight man, enduring the pain, pleaded weakly, "Brother, I swear, we really didn't take your things."

"Hmph!" Old Gao snorted coldly and asked sharply, "You'd better hand over the goods to avoid suffering."

"Brother, we've never even seen the item. Even if you beat me to death, we still can't hand it over!"

Old Gao originally wanted to give his two subordinates a chance, but they were so oblivious to the situation that they seemed determined to "rather die than confess." So, without further ado, he took out a pistol from under the coffee table and pulled the trigger at the slightly overweight man's chest.

"boom!"