Breaking Through The Clouds

Chapter 79

The dust flew upward and slowly drifted down. Yan Xie was stunned for a long time before he came up with a sentence: "You've got potential..."

"Back then I used to...," Jiang Ting clapped his hands and stood up, still panting a little: "Catch and fight the criminals, and was in the top three in the division, huff, huff..."

Yan Xie pondered for a while, then asked, "Management or Criminal Division?"

Before he could finish his sentence, he received a death glare from Jiang Ting who was in front of him.

The cellar wasn't dug very deep, with a height of about twice that of a person. At the bottom, there were empty shelves covered with messy tarpaulins. It was a bit like a vegetable cellar in the north and barely had enough room for two people to stand face to face, even turning around was hard. Yan Xie took the lead and climbed down, and looked around for a while with a flashlight. Jiang Ting crouched above his head and asked, "Have you found anything?"

"..." Yan Xie suddenly waved his hand: "Come down!"

"What's wrong?"

"I don't have time to explain, come down quickly!"

Jiang Ting didn't know why, so he went down to the cellar, and before he had time to stand firm, he was suddenly grabbed by Yan Xie.

"You - uh..."

The flashlight fell to the ground with a bang and rolled twice. The halo reflected the crossed feet of the two, moving up to their tightly pressed knees and thighs. The sounds of fabric rubbing and gasping were particularly clear in the quiet underground. After a while, the sound of swallowing saliva began, and Jiang Ting made a low "um" sound.

"You won't allow me to pinch?" Yan Xie asked in a low voice, forcibly pressing him against the mud wall. In the small space, it took no effort for him to make Jiang Ting unable to move: "But I want to pinch you."

"..."

The surroundings were silent, the halo was dim, and the entangled breathing was restless. Jiang Ting's kissed lips were half open. Yan Xie rubbed his thumb over and over them again, and after a while he lowered his head for another kiss, reflecting an inseparable silhouette.

"You..."

"Hmm?" Yan Xie bit Jiang Ting's ear, and said hoarsely, "What's wrong with me?"

Jiang Ting pushed him away and tried to climb up, but Yan Xie hurriedly grabbed him: "Don't go, don't go... I didn't lie to you, I really found something! Here."

Like he was performing a magic trick, he squatted down and picked up the flashlight, and lifted up the pile of messy tarpaulins, only to see a mass of black things on the shelf, wrapped tightly. After taking it out and opening one layer after another, a pile of hard rectangular objects wrapped in white paper bags were revealed.

Jiang Ting patted it with his hand and knew what this brick-like thing was - cash.

"There's quite a lot," Yan Xie motioned for him to look at it. "There are words on it."

Jiang Ting lowered his head, and in the light of the flashlight, he saw the words written on the white paper bag with a black pen: Two hundred fifty thousand.

The faces of the two of them were a little obscure in the interlaced beams, and after a long while, Yan Xie suddenly asked, "Usually the killer gets half pay beforehand, and the other half was given after the work is done, right?"

Jiang Ting said, "How should I know, I've never been a killer before."

Yan Xie was squatting on the ground, and Jiang Ting was standing behind him. Due to the limited space, the two were still close together. Yan Xie looked back at Jiang Ting, his face was a little weird because he was trying to hold back his smile, and he said slowly, "I didn't expect you to be so cheap in Wang Xingye's eyes, only half a million..."