2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Holy Clothes." Yan Muyun repeated the name in a low voice and frowned, "What is the origin of this organization?"

"I don't know. I just know that they used to be small-time gangsters and a low-level black organization. But they have suddenly become active in the past six months. It seems that... they have the guidance of an expert behind them." Ma Kaicheng said cautiously.

"Master?" Yan Muyun raised his head and looked at him.

"It's just a guess, just a guess." Ma Kaicheng hurriedly explained:

"Their business scope used to be very small. They seemed to have secretly cooperated with several hospitals to illegally resell and transplant body organs. However, in recent months, the power of the Holy Cloth seems to have expanded a lot. It always feels like they are everywhere. You can see their shadows.”

"If you have any other guesses, tell them together." Zhang Xixue said lightly.

A veteran like him who has been in the underground world for decades has a very keen sense of conspiracy and unusual things, and can often make some correct judgments based on experience and intuition.

"In my opinion, if they hadn't changed to a very powerful leader..." Ma Kaicheng glanced around, swallowed, and said softly: "Otherwise, they suddenly got someone Support from big forces.”

"Like Black Umbrella?" Yan Muyun raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, this little brother." Ma Kaicheng's face wrinkled up and he was about to cry. He pressed his voice and said urgently: "We are on someone else's territory now. If these words are heard, we will all Can’t get out of the Peach Blossom Spring!”

Yan Muyun smacked his lips, feeling a little embarrassed. However, Zhang Xixue's expression was as cold as ever, as if she didn't take Menxia City's largest black organization seriously.

Ma Kaicheng calmed down a little and lowered his voice as much as possible: "It's possible... but it's unlikely."

"Why?" Zhang Xixue asked.

"Think about it, Black Umbrella has made a deal with the police, and it also owns the only legal and largest underground casino in Menxia City..." Ma Kaicheng raised his arms and made a circle in front of him, signaling The whole peach blossom garden then asked in a low voice: "What do they lack?"

Recalling the luxurious and chaotic scene in the lobby on the first floor, Yan Muyun sighed: "They don't seem to be lacking anything."

Of course, there is no need to talk about money, but people who come to Peach Blossom Spring to gamble are either rich or noble. As long as they show up here, it is equivalent to giving away their handle. From this point of view, Black Umbrella does not lack power to a certain extent.

"That's right! They don't lack anything. They can make money just by sitting at home. Why bother running around and risking being spotted by the police?" Ma Kaicheng said, snapping his fingers when he was excited, and continued his analysis. road:

"So, I guess if there is support behind the Holy Cloth, it must be a big organization in another city that wants to get a piece of the pie in Menxia City, and chose to support them as a breakthrough."

"Reasonable." Yan Muyun nodded.

Seeing that his words were recognized, Ma Kaicheng showed a hint of joy on his face: "Police...comrade police, look at how frank I am, can you..."

"No." Before he could finish speaking, Yan Muyun shook his head decisively.

There was a fleeting hint of anger on Ma Kaicheng's face, but it was covered up by the fawning smile on his face almost in the blink of an eye.

"Can you still contact the Holy Clothes?" Zhang Xixue suddenly asked.

"The police want to use me as bait?" Ma Kaicheng is indeed a veteran, and he saw the essence of the problem at a glance. However, he shook his head: "I couldn't contact him. The Holy Cloak only left me some money and then let me leave on my own."

"They didn't kill you." In Yan Muyun's view, it was a miracle that the middle-aged man in front of him didn't die.

Black organizations like this should be ruthless, and anyone is a tool they can discard at any time. These remnants of the Dark River Society can be said to be worthless. If the Saint Clothes did not kill them, they can be regarded as the benchmark of conscience and integrity in the black organization.

"Ah haha." Ma Kaicheng laughed dryly and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Zhang Xixue asked again: "Then can you contact the remnants of the Dark River Society, such as those high-level officials who have rebelled like you?"

Ma Kaicheng sighed: "I have tried it a long time ago, but now that the two are separated, and both of us are traitors of the backstabbing organization, it is really... difficult to get in touch."

Hearing this answer, Zhang Xixue was not surprised, nor did she take it to heart. Anyway, as long as the man in front of him is arrested and brought to justice tomorrow, the police will have countless ways to "help" him contact his former good brothers.

At this time, the information value of this former secret leader of the Dark River Society had been almost exhausted, and Yan Muyun and Zhang Xixue had no reason to continue to stay here.

Zhang Xixue asked calmly: "Are you going to follow us directly now, or do you plan to be forcibly arrested when you leave Peach Blossom Spring tomorrow?"

The police cannot break the rules and arrest people in the peach blossom garden, but if the suspect is voluntary, that is another matter, but this possibility can be said to be extremely slim.

As expected, Ma Kaicheng squeezed out a wry smile on his honest round face: "Of course...if you can stay outside for one more day, stay outside for one more day."

It can be expected that this fat man will definitely spend a time of extreme chaos and dissoluteness after they leave. His sentence is at least indefinite, and this night is his last chance for madness in his life.

Yan Muyun and Zhang Xixue left. Before leaving, the former kicked the black-suited bodyguard who was lying unconscious in the corner. He seemed a little regretful that he could not test the strength of the other party's power and his own.

...

A deathly silence fell in the room.

Ma Kaicheng sat on the sofa, his head lowered, the fat on his cheeks drooping due to gravity, and his expression was extremely decadent.

About six or seven minutes later, there was a knock on the door from outside.

Ma Kaicheng stood up with an ashen face, staggered over and opened the door.

A tall and thin figure walked in from the outside, wearing a gray suit, with a thin face and black eyes, and a silver watch on his left wrist.

"How is it?" the man asked as soon as he entered the door.

Ma Kaicheng had an extremely ferocious expression on his face, and stretched out his hand to strangle the other person's neck: "How dare you ask me how I am? If you hadn't betrayed me..."

"Kakaka!" The squirrel made three pause gestures like a movie director: "Enough, enough, enough."

After pushing Ma Kaicheng to the side, he walked over and kicked the bodyguard in suit who was still unconscious in the corner twice on the butt: "Don't fall asleep either, the show is over."