Inheritance of Two Trillion

Chapter 2124: Chapter 1617: Swift Reclamation (Part 2)

Triangular Eyes Bass suddenly jumped up and shouted ”Boss,” with an expression of utmost respect.

The short-statured Weimon was indeed a tough character, with plenty of ways to handle people.

”You sit down, brother.” The short Weimon ignored Bass and first gestured to his huge brother to sit.

Then, he cast a glance at Bass, ”I heard you let someone bully you? Or did you get into trouble?”

With just one look, Triangular Eyes Bass started sweating on his forehead.

”Those two Huaxia people are too tough. More than twenty of our brothers were no match. But luckily, I snatched their valuable thing. They will definitely come for it, and then we’ll have a chance for revenge! Mr. Weimon, they dared to bully Mr. Daimon, you have to stand up for us!”

The short Weimon snorted coldly, walked over to the old locksmith, and peeked at the box.

The old white-headed locksmith was fully focused on manipulating the keyhole, seemingly unaware of Weimon’s arrival.

Weimon patted the old locksmith on the shoulder, speaking amicably, ”Old man, you have two minutes; if you can’t open it, I’ll throw you into the sea to feed the turtles.”

The moment he finished speaking, there was a click.

The lock opened.

The old locksmith grinned at Weimon, revealing his full set of yellow teeth, with a fawning face, ”Mr. Weimon, when did you come back?”

The short-statured Weimon directly pushed the old locksmith aside and casually rummaged through the contents of the box.

Stacks of papers, not money, nor gold or jewelry. Those square characters were completely unrecognizable to them.

”Just this? What a piece of junk!” Weimon was a bit angry.

Daimon and Bass were also shocked, flipping through the box of papers.

”I heard people say, those rich folks value some paper documents more than money. Being stored in such a good box must mean a lot to them, this isn’t waste paper, Mr. Weimon!” Bass hurriedly said.

The short Weimon gave him a cold look for a moment, then snorted, ”Alright, you find the other party and have them pay for this box of... waste paper!”

Bass was stunned, his face instantly turned bitter.

Where was he supposed to find those people?

Just then, an urgent ringtone sounded, emanating from Bass’s phone. He hurriedly took it out and found it was his home calling.

After getting permission from Weimon with a glance, Bass finally answered the phone.

But after a few words, Bass’s face changed, exclaiming, ”What, did you say many police officers have come to search the house?”

At those words, Weimon, Daimon, and everyone else simultaneously turned their gaze towards Bass.

”At my parents’ house, my brother’s place, and even my old workplace, a lot of police have gone there too?” Bass was shocked, then said to the person on the other end of the line, ”No, no, I didn’t cause any major trouble, I didn’t commit a big crime! No, I didn’t!”

The short Weimon frowned as he listened.

The Mole Gang might commit petty thefts, and occasionally get into fights or steal things, but they never did anything terribly bad, or they wouldn’t survive, as per his iron rule.

How could this Bass actually bring a bunch of police to this area and have his old workplace thoroughly checked?

Could it be that he’s really caused a big incident in secret?!

If not, where would so many officers come from in this poor neighborhood!

Weimon suddenly became a bit wary.

If it were true, then Bass would be a ticking bomb and needed to be avoided!

As Weimon made up his mind, just as Bass was about to hang up the phone and explain, no, to quickly get out, they heard yet another phone ringing.

”Who is it now?” Weimon asked, frowning.

Everyone looked towards the source of the ringing.

Meat-mountain-like Daimon struggled to pull the phone out of his pocket, looking up, ”It’s mine.”

Daimon answered the call, and upon hearing the news, his expression changed dramatically as well.

A large number of police had gone to his place, his girlfriend’s place, and friends’ houses, all to investigate him.

Before Daimon could finish speaking, one phone ringtone after another rang out, like an orchestrated concert.

The key cadres around Weimon also took out their phones to answer calls, each of their faces changing color.

They were all being thoroughly investigated by the police.

Such a scene left Weimon utterly astonished as he looked at these people.

What was going on today, how could it be that everyone was being investigated by a swarm of police at the same time?

Amid the incredulity, Weimon realized that his own phone was ringing too.

”What have we done recently?”

Before answering the call, Weimon was clearly a bit bewildered and his mind was a bit messy.

All around, people were making and taking calls, with occasional low exclamations, everyone’s face showing dramatic changes.

They drank and fought, they drove recklessly, committed petty thefts, and occasionally robbed things, but they dared not commit heinous crimes, which kept them untouched. How could suddenly so many police come specifically to deal with them!

”No, wrong! It’s not what we’ve done recently!” Weimon was confident that neither he nor those around him had done anything.

He believed the problem must lie with his brother Daimon and Triangular Eyes Bass.

The rest including himself were just caught up in the ”dragnet” investigation.

”Did you try to assassinate a leader, or did you target a national bank?!” Weimon suddenly shouted at Daimon and Bass.

The two immediately grinned upon hearing that.

To do those things? They would need the guts first!

Just then, someone came running in a hurry, stumbling all the way, even their breathing was rapid and uneven.

”It’s bad, it’s bad!” the person screamed, ”Police, they’re all outside, police!”

Weimon, leading the group, immediately looked at the newcomer.

”All police? How, how many?” Weimon forced himself to act calm and asked.