“Yue Man Gong.” Jiang Ming called out to Yue Man Gong, who was about to leave, and chased after him with a shady face.
Yue Man Gong did not even stop to wait for him, so Jiang Ming had to go around to the front to stop him.
“Name your price, it’s as much as you want.”
Moon Man Bow didn’t say anything and walked around Jiang Ming and continued on his way.
Jiang Ming cursed harshly and turned around to continue stopping him.
“This painting is worthless to you, why do you need to grab it from me? My Jiang family is also on good terms with your Yue family, how much money can you earn by working for Han Kun? I’ll give you three times that.”
Sh*t, Jiang Ming was acting like a great lover here, he was saying this as if Yue Man Gong was willing to pay whatever price he could get as long as he could.
Jiang Ming may look perverted and impulsive, but he’s not a fool either.
If that was the case, could he still be the one responsible for my parents’ death? I was wrong from the beginning to the end, but what Liu Rong said was true, and Han Kun was more suspicious.
No, it couldn’t be!
Jiang Ming is a very sick man, he admitted it himself, he almost raped my mother once and she killed him. Maybe he was so angry that he would do the killing.
Yue Man Gong continued to ignore Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming was furious this time and went after him, grabbed Yue Man Gong’s shoulder and slammed his fist down on Yue Man Gong’s head.
The women around him screamed and backed away, not expecting such violence to erupt in this high-cla*s casino.
But no one expected Jiang Ming’s fist to miss Moon Man-bow and instead Moon Man-bow caught it solidly.
“You only have one hand left.” Moon Man Bow’s face was expressionless as he said in a cold voice, “Cherish it.”
Even I couldn’t see Moon Fullbow’s movement, it was incredibly fast, this was a practitioner.
Jiang Ming’s face was red, he had lost everything but his person, he took a few ragged breaths, “Yue Man Gong, why are you fighting for this for Han Kun? When have you Yue family ever been so shameless for money?!”
Finally, Yue Man Gong got some expression and said with narrowed eyes, “I’m not doing it for money, I’m doing it for this painting.”
“Cut the crap, what do you need this painting for?”
“Whatever use you have for it, I have for it. What do you want this painting for?”
Jiang Ming said, “I adore Ji Yanran and want to collect her posthumous work. You still say you’re not doing it for Han Kun, so why are you here to fight with me over this? You also adore Ji Yanran? Oh, you weren’t even born twenty years ago.”
I thought this guy was born with a cold face, not able to cry or laugh, and lacked any extra expression.
I don’t say, this little white face smiling is quite good-looking, quite a bit of innocent schoolboy meaning.
The moon full bow said: “Uncle Jiang, the old man is not making juvenile remarks, it sounds ridiculous. I am bound and determined to get this painting. Whether your affair twenty years ago was love or business, what does it have to do with me. What I want is what is in the painting, and if all you want, Uncle Jiang, is this posthumous work, when I get it, I will just pa*s the painting on to you again.”
What’s in the painting, what’s in the painting?
Did my mother hide something in it?
I couldn’t stop looking at Jiang Ming. If Jiang Ming agreed to the Moon Full Bow’s condition now, it meant that the thing might not be very important, and vice versa, it meant that this guy Jiang Ming had been lying all along, and he wanted what was in the painting.
I didn’t know what my mother would leave in the painting to come, but since it was left by my mother, it was mine and I had to get it.
Jiang Ming’s face was cold enough to squeeze out water, “Good, you’re good, we’ll see.”
As Jiang Ming and Yue Man Gong brushed past each other, Yue Man Gong suddenly said, “Uncle Jiang, you adored her, and why did you kill her? Isn’t that funny.”
Jiang Ming glared at Yue Man Gong, put his hands in his pockets and didn’t reply, and simply left.
From the time I suspected my parents’ car accident, everything was based on suspicion, never a real proof.
At first it was Zhao Gongluan who told me that Jiang Ming was my parents’ worst enemy when they were alive, and that was the reason I started to suspect Jiang Ming.
After that I wanted to investigate Jiang Ming, but Han Kun stopped me, so I became even more suspicious of the man’s identity.
Then after that was when Zhao Zichen showed me a copy of my parents’ case file, a case file that was kept confidential at the Ministry of Public Security, and it was surprising that Xia Gehuai, a criminal police officer, did not have the right to see this case file.
My suspicions about Jiang Ming grew deeper and deeper, this suspicion, but there was never any solid evidence to prove that Jiang Ming was the murderer.
I was so convinced, not because I was so gullible, but because I trusted Han Kun so much! I believe that Zhao Gongluan would not lie to me, and although Zhao Zichen is cunning, he does not seem to have the need to lie to me in this matter.
This trust continued until I found out that Han Kun had been lying to me.
Han Kun had returned to China without telling me, keeping me in the dark, and even then, Liu Rong himself said that my parents’ death was caused by Han Kun’s gang.
I couldn’t believe that my parents’ death was related to Han Kun. There was more and more evidence that Han Kun had something to do with the car accident that happened more than ten years ago.
And so it goes.
The moon was full of bows, but Jiang Ming had no explanation, not even a simple rebuttal. I can’t think of any other possibility than that Jiang Ming is the murderer.
I dug out my Swiss Army knife, took a gla*s of wine from the tray of a pa*sing waiter, wiped my mouth and walked towards Jiang Ming.
But just a few steps away, a hand pressed my shoulder. I didn’t want to pay any attention to it and didn’t turn my head back, but I didn’t expect the hand to press so that I couldn’t move.
“Teenager, don’t be impulsive.”
After saying that, the owner of this hand pulled me straight back, in a complete non-consultation stance. I always felt that this person’s voice sounded familiar, I had heard it somewhere before.
The man pulled me all the way back into the sofa and sat down before I saw an old man wearing sungla*ses and landing next to me with a cup of tea.
In a flash I remembered, wasn’t this the same old Mo who played the erhu in the Chai Wan Dong restaurant?
Holy Sh*t, what’s this old man doing here?
Before I could open my mouth to ask, Old Mo laughed and said, “You must be asking, what’s this old man doing here?”
Holy Sh*t …… can this old man read minds?
Old Mo added, “Now you must be thinking, can this old man read minds? Old man I just wear sungla*ses, but my heart is not blind, young man you worry anxious thoughts, think what is written on your face, beware of being used.”
