Sha Qing

Chapter 126: Exhausting All Possibilities (2)

A week later.

Timothy stopped Sha Qing in the yard during their break time, "Time's up. Have you cracked code yet? If you can't do it, give me the tag."

"Come to my cell tonight." Sha Qing dropped a sentence and brushed past him.

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At nine o'clock in the evening, all the prisoners stood in a row on the yellow line of the aisle and accepted the roll call. After that, the prisoners returned to their respective cells, with the iron doors locked and the lights turned off in the corridor. Timothy took a few steps backwards and entered the next cell, but the roll call officer locked the door without saying a word as if he hadn't seen anything.

The cell with the lights out was shrouded in darkness, and only the silhouette of the figure sitting on the edge of the bed could barely be seen. Waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness, Timothy stepped forward and said, "Okay, stop playing any more tricks ......"

"I didn't manage to unlock the code," Sha Qing interrupted. "According to the agreement, I'll give you the blood plate so you can study it yourself, but my share couldn't be less."

Timothy sneered inwardly and extended his hand toward him.

Sha Qing stood up as he took off the metal chain from his neck then handed it over.

-And the moment Timothy firmly grasped the tag, Sha Qing violently tugged it back with force, and hit the former 's lower abdomen with his bent knees.

Caught off guard, Timothy was hit squarely by him and let out a muffled painful grunt, but as a Mafia leader, he had also put in a lot of effort in his combat skills, so he managed to fight back despite the pain.

But the moment his wrist was pinched, he only felt a whirl, then his jaw and chest got slammed against the bed frame.

His ears were buzzing. It took him seconds to come into his senses only to realize that he couldn't move anymore because both his wrists and ankles had already been tied behind his back with shoelaces.

...... It's already over? I didn't even have the chance to use all my fighting skills!

With a sense of unreality about the whole world, Timothy lay sprawled on the floor in a daze, his mood indescribable.

So all the fear, nervousness, and vigilance that he showed before in front of me were just bluffs?

Like a beast that would deliberately retract its claws and teeth, while stalking its target with bated breath. Only at the moment it pounces on its prey would its sharpness get revealed!

Sha Qing sat down on Timothy's back, grabbed the metal chain from between the latter's fingers, and hung it back on his own neck. "Don't be upset, Godfather. I know you're better at using guns than low-end products, like a fist," he said teasingly, patting Timothy on the shoulder.

"...... What do you want to do, take that money all by yourself?" Timothy finally snapped out of his shock and asked through gritted teeth, "Trying to take on an entire family by yourself? Do you know what Mafia even means, you stupid bastard?!"

"Of course, it means that it's a behemoth that even I don't want to offend rashly." Sha Qing replied nonchalantly, "But I can't have you staring at me like a surveillance probe- that would ruin my plans." As he spoke, he carried Timothy to bed and covered him tightly from head to toe with the quilt. His actions were light and gentle. He even tucked the quilt carefully, as if using actual actions to prove to the other party: You see, I still respect your noble identity.