Breaking Through The Clouds

Chapter 130

The past

In the eyes of both big and small drug traffickers, the King of Spades was a man of few words but had an extremely strong presence. As soon as he said this, the atmosphere was like pouring cold water into a frying pan, and the entire pan was about to explode in an instant.

The expressions of all the old men on the left suddenly changed: "What did you say?"

The forces on the right side of the King of Spades stood up one after another: "What truth?" "Boss, what's going on?!"

"On October 9, last year, we traded 200 kilograms of bulk goods in Gongzhou City, but the location was urgently changed from the plastic factory to the Ecological Park cultivation base ten minutes before the transaction. At the same time, the police, who had originally agreed to just make an 'appearance' at the plastic factory, took more than a dozen cars, along with the special police and public security. Half an hour later, a series of explosions occurred in the plastic factory."

The King of Spades' voice was not loud, but when he spoke, everyone fell silent, and only his steady voice resounded throughout the room:

"The Queen of Hearts betrayed me and wanted to kill me. But honestly speaking, it's not surprising that he wanted to do that. There's only one thing I want to know."

"--Who instigated him?"

The last few words were obviously emphasized more. On the left side of the long table, a man in his fifties who was wearing a bright yellow Burmese sarong frowned and said, "Instigate? What do you mean?"

The Burmese woman in the cheongsam lowered her eyes and served the tea. The King of Spades lowered his head and rubbed the lid of the teacup before saying, amid the slight heat:

"Wu Tun wants to murder me."

The explosiveness of those six short words were simply innumerable. The whole room froze and then exploded immediately. Denials, angry rebukes, roaring, and the sharp friction of tables and chairs moving on the ground... they were all mixed together, making people's eardrums buzz.

"How is it possible; don't talk nonsense!" The Burmese man who spoke just now was dissatisfied: "Wu Tun's health has been getting worse and worse in the past two years. How could he have the energy to plan these things? You're slandering! Where's the evidence? Where's the evidence?!"

The King of Spades took a deep breath.

Bang!

A pistol was slammed on the table, and the loud noise made the surrounding area quiet. A-Jie's cold eyes scanned everyone's faces one by one, until everyone shrank and fell silent.

"Jiang Ting," The King of Spades called back: "What you told me before, tell them again word for word."

It might be due to the fact that he rarely expresses his emotions; Jiang Ting's skin was smooth, and his demeanor was alienated. At first glance, he looked like he was still in his twenties. Wearing thick clothes in winter, his neck, shoulders, and hands resting on his thighs were extremely thin, his skin icy white. He sat there alone in the midst of everyone's attention.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the Burmese man was the first to scold: "What makes his words credible? Isn't he a traitor? How do we know that he isn't taking the opportunity to stir up trouble to drag Wu Tun into muddy water, putting the blame on us! I don't think there's any need to interrogate him, just drag him out-"

"Jiang Ting," The King of Spades' tone was unexpectedly gentle but slightly aggravated.

"...I disclosed the transaction to the police in October last year."