Charlie was in the basement, with two local Hong Gang disciples whom he had never met before.
"Boss, everything is ready."
Luke nodded, pulled out an envelope of banknotes from his pocket and tossed it to the older Hong Gang disciple. "Thank you for your hard work, brothers. Use this money for some drinks."
The man felt the thickness of the envelope and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
"Young Master is truly generous. No wonder the brothers in Seaside City all say: Following you means wine, meat, and women. It's better than heaven and better than King Zhou."
"It's all thanks to the brothers. I'll have to trouble you two again in the next few days."
"Sure, sure!"
The two men bowed, left the basement, and kept watch outside.
Emily glanced at him and sneered, "Wine, meat, and women! Ha!"
Luke quickly changed the subject, "Charlie, how is he doing?"
"He's still emotionally stable, but he keeps clamoring to go out."
"Have you done it yet?"
"No."
"It's good that you didn't do it."
Luke walked to the iron window and quietly looked at Ibn Abdul Sanji Rahman Salim walking back and forth through the gap in the railings. He was a typical Arab with brown skin, slightly curly hair, and a beard. He looked pretty good, but too sloppy. If he dressed up, he would be a handsome guy.
"When we meet later, no matter what I do, don't say a word."
Emily said unhappily, "I know how to do it. I don't need you to teach me."
Luke shrugged, opened the door and walked in.
When he saw someone coming in, Ibn immediately took defensive action like a frightened monkey.
"Who are you, what do you want, and why did you bring me here?"
Luke carried a chair and sat under the swaying chandelier, watching with a blank expression.
"Who do you say I am?"
Iben was startled and looked at the other person carefully. A figure emerged with black hair, light green eyes, and a handsome face in the past.
"You…you are ShowMe…"
"Yes, I'm Luke Xiao, the founder of ShowMe. You're the unlucky guy you ruined, Eben. You're amazing! A single video cost me $30 million. The company I worked so hard to build almost went bankrupt. It's all your fault."
Luke took out the pistol he had prepared in advance, cocked the gun, tightened the silencer, and said calmly in the other party's horrified eyes,
"If you owe me money, you must pay it back. If you owe me a life, you must pay it back. If you dare to mess with me, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"don't want!"
Iben fell to his knees and said, "Don't kill me. I didn't do it. I didn't upload the video. Really, it wasn't me. I was working at the hotel this morning and didn't even turn on my computer."
Emily frowned and wanted to speak, but then she remembered what she had said before and finally remained silent.
Luke lowered his voice, his hoarse voice like sawing wood scraping against the floor, making people feel cold all over.
"The account is yours, the password is yours too, if not you, who else could it be!"
Bang!
The gunshot rang out, and Ibn's pupils shrank into needles. His heart seemed to be caught by something, and he couldn't move. His mouth was half open, and his horrified face was frozen like a photograph. After a while, he gasped for air like a fish that had come back to life.
Luke cursed angrily.
"What kind of rubbish did those Italians make? It actually went off accidentally. You were lucky to have been shot last time. You won't have a chance this time."
"It's not me, it's really not me, I swear, I didn't upload the video at all."
Iben roared, tears and snot mixed together, looking indescribably miserable. His courage had been frightened by the gunshot just now.
"Please believe me, I didn't upload the video. I have no idea what happened."
"You're lying. I checked your account before I came here and there was no hacking, password loss, or other abnormalities.
That means the account was logged in through normal channels. Who else could it be besides you? "
The muzzle of the gun was raised again.
The dark hole was like the raised scythe of the god of death. Iben felt that his heart was about to stop and his brain was working at high speed in panic. Suddenly, a figure emerged.
"Adusan! Yes, Adusan..."
"I remember now, it was him, Adusan, he was the one who uploaded the video."
After saying that, he repeated to himself,
"Yes, it must be him, it must be him."
Luke didn't put down his gun, his tone was still stern.
"You think you can get away with just picking up a random name? Do you think I'm a fool?"
"I'm not lying to you. It's really Adusan. He's the only one who knows my account password. He...he..."
"He what? Say it!"
Iben gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "He's in the drug business. He has outlets in Gotham City's Bay Area, Miller Harbor, and Brooklyn. His subordinates are mainly Arabs and West Asians. They're ruthless and willing to do anything. He must have had the video uploaded."
"You know him so well, are you his subordinate?"
Ibn: "…"
His eyes flickered violently, neither denying nor admitting.
Luke curled his lips and said, "I thought you were a chef, but you're actually a drug dealer!" Then, Minotaur looked at Emily and asked, "Anything you want to ask?"
The latter remained silent. Seeing him like this, I felt a little pity for him, but when I heard the word "drug dealer", that bit of sympathy disappeared instantly.
Luke continued, "Where does Adusan live?"
Having said all that should and shouldn't be said, Ibn simply gave up.
"His bedroom is at 78 Ocean Park West in the Bay Area. It's on the easternmost side of the third floor. He usually lives there. If not, it's in the small building behind the Woodcutter Bar in Miller Harbor."
Luke memorized the address, said "I'll find out," and then turned and left.
When we walked out of the basement, we saw two Hong Gang disciples waiting outside. The older one smiled and said,
"Young Master, how is the interrogation going? Do you need our help?"
"Don't call me Young Master. It sounds strange. We are all brothers. Just call me A-Lin. By the way, what are your names?"
"You don't deserve that name." The older one waved his hands. "My last name is Lian, and my given name is Cheng. You can just call me Lao Lian. His last name is Zhao, and he just joined the company not long ago, so Xiao Zhao will be fine."
"It's Brother Lian, Brother Zhao." Lin Nan folded his arms, "Thank you so much for what you did today."
"We are all family, why be polite?"
Liancheng has been smiling since he started talking. Just now, when he was on guard, he opened the envelope and took a look. Wow, it was a full eight thousand US dollars. No wonder the brothers in Haibin City praised the young master so much when they mentioned him. Seeing him today, it was true. Not to mention that he was generous, but his demeanor and broad mind in dealing with people made people feel refreshed. No wonder the old leader was so optimistic about him!
"Young Master, do you have any other instructions? If so, just let me know. I will definitely do it."
"Brother Lian is really straightforward. Speaking of which, I really need your help with something. The Arab in the house is involved in drug trafficking. If you have time, please help me get a confession."
poison!
Upon hearing this word, Liancheng's face immediately changed. When the Hongmen first entered the United States, they were plagued by drugs. That hatred has always been engraved in the hearts of the older generation. Later, when the situation improved, the then leader immediately issued a death order, prohibiting all Hongmen members from getting involved in any drug-related business, and any violators, no matter what their identity, will not be let off.
"Young Master, please rest assured. I will get to the bottom of this matter."
"Thank you."
Luke bowed, said goodbye to the two of them, and left with Charlie and Emily.