20demayo Chapter 189 The Depravity of Human Hearts
Chapter 189 The Depravity of Human Hearts
Chapter 189 The Depravity of Human Hearts
Ma Rulong fell silent.
He instinctively felt that something was amiss. Why was Zhuo Yifei so enthusiastic about eliminating harm for the people?
They're probably eyeing the guns or some other benefit.
But he hated pirates even more.
Those bandits who ravaged the seas, committing murder, robbery, and all sorts of atrocities, were the targets he swore to eradicate.
It's outrageous that someone would dare to sell weapons to pirates in private!
"Are you serious? Is this really true?" Ma Rulong stared into Zhuo Yifei's eyes.
"Absolutely true!" Zhuo Yifei swore to the heavens, "I'd be a bastard if I were lying!"
Ma Rulong was struggling internally.
Reason told him that this might be trouble, or even a trap.
But the thought of striking at pirates and cutting off their weapons supply made it impossible for him to refuse.
He took a deep breath, his eyes sharpening: "Fine! I'll go! When? Where?"
Zhuo Yifei smiled, revealing a set of white teeth: "That's more like it!"
"By the way, don't tell your Sir Chen too many details about this beforehand. Wouldn't it be better to surprise him after we've taken care of it?"
Ma Rulong hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
He watched Zhuo Yifei's unsteady departure, feeling both an urgent desire to combat pirates and a vague sense of unease.
Soon.
Ma Rulong hurried back to the villa.
It was nearly dusk.
The villa was quiet. Most of the guards were stationed outside the courtyard or elsewhere. Only Chen Wen was sitting on the sofa reading a foreign-language newspaper in the living room, while Liang Kuan stood quietly not far behind him.
"Sir." Ma Rulong stepped forward, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible urgency.
Chen Wen looked up from the newspaper, his gaze lingering on his face for a moment: "Hmm? Something's up?"
"I—I'd like to ask for leave. There's something I need to take care of at home tonight." Ma Rulong tried to make his voice sound natural.
Chen Wen didn't speak, but just narrowed his eyes slightly.
He sent Ma Rulong to find Zhuo Yifei, but when Ma Rulong returned, he wanted to ask for leave—the timing was too coincidental.
"Have you found Zhuo Yifei?"
Ma Rulong was taken aback by Chen Wen's sudden question and nodded honestly, "I found him. However—he has some other matters to attend to these past few days. Don't worry, Sir, I will definitely bring him to see you in a couple of days."
really.
Chen Wen understood.
Based on this explanation, the time difference, and Ma Rulong's indignation and eagerness to act, it's almost certain.
That's when the plot of the movie begins.
Zhuo Yifei was clearly bribed by Zhou Yongling with a large sum of money to steal one hundred guns.
But he couldn't do it himself, so he deceived Ma Rulong into becoming his accomplice.
Of course, Ma Rulong wasn't that foolish; he deliberately kept a backup plan.
After discovering the truth, they immediately reported it to the police.
This also caused Zhuo Yifei to accept the money but not hand over the gun, leading to his being hunted down by Zhou Yongling and the pirates.
However, this is an opportunity.
Chen Wen smiled slightly, not exposing Ma Rulong's lie, but instead nodded: "Alright, go ahead. Things at home are more important."
Ma Rulong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly thanked him, "Thank you, Sir! I'll be back as soon as I'm done!"
After saying that, he turned around and quickly left the living room.
Liang Kuan watched Ma Rulong's figure disappear through the door, then walked to Chen Wen's side and whispered, "Sir, Captain Ma seems a bit off today."
He doesn't talk much, but he has a keen eye for observation.
Chen Wen leaned back on the sofa, a different meaning in his smile: "It's nothing, just a small matter. Ma Rulong was prepared."
"However, sometimes too much confidence isn't a good thing."
"A small loss teaches a lesson, and also helps you understand the wickedness of human nature."
Liang Kuan seemed to understand, but seeing that Chen Wen didn't intend to elaborate, he didn't ask any further questions.
Chen Wenjing sat quietly for a moment, then took out a radio transmitter from a black box.
After skillfully connecting the power and adjusting the frequency, a clear human voice could be heard after a burst of crackling noise.
"Hey? Chen Wen? Is that you? Please answer if you hear me!"
A clear, melodious female voice, filled with obvious joy, rang out first; it was Aunt Thirteen.
Chen Wen picked up the microphone and smiled, "Shaoyun, it's me. The signal is good here, I can hear you clearly."
"That's great!" Aunt Thirteen's voice immediately brightened. "How's Hong Kong now? Are the streets full of red-haired, green-eyed foreigners? Last time I came back from the West, I only stopped at the Hong Kong pier for a short while and didn't have time to see anything—"
She spoke quickly, asking one question after another.
From inquiring about the clothing and appearance of foreigners to asking about the local food.
Chen Wen leaned back in his chair with a relaxed posture, a slightly helpless smile on his face, and gave a brief reply.
"Oh, right, right," Aunt Thirteen suddenly remembered something.
"When are you coming back? Remember to bring me something! The newspaper says there's a new kind of moisturizing balm that's popular in Hong Kong right now, could you buy me some?"
"Shaoyun!" Aunt Thirteen seemed to want to say something more.
But before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted by a male voice.
Huang Feihong sounded somewhat anxious.
"Don't ask those questions now, I have something important to tell Brother Chen!"
Chen Wen smiled into the microphone and said, "Brother Huang, what's the matter that's so urgent? Could it be that you and Shaojun are getting married soon? Are you planning to invite me to your wedding banquet?"
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Sure enough, Huang Feihong's somewhat embarrassed voice came from the other end of the radio: "Brother Chen! Don't joke around! I have serious business with you! Love you!"
Chen Wen jolted, nearly dropping the microphone, thinking he'd misheard: "What? What did you just say? Brother Huang, when did you learn to make jokes like this?"
Wong Fei-hung's voice carried a mixture of confusion and grievance: "Are you kidding? I'm not kidding! I have something important to discuss with you, love you!"
Chen Wen finally realized what was going on, and his lips twitched involuntarily. He asked strangely, "Brother Huang—have you been learning foreign languages from Shao Yun lately?"
"That's right!" Wong Fei-hung's voice immediately brightened. "You noticed? Aunt Thirteen said that when foreigners are looking for someone or have an emergency, they say 'I love tiger oil'."
"I said it twice before you realized it. Was my pronunciation wrong?"
Chen Wen instantly recalled some scenes.
Thirteen Aunt boldly expresses her love for Wong Fei-hung, but Wong Fei-hung always hesitates and never dares to face his own heart.
So Aunt Thirteen took advantage of the opportunity to teach Wong Fei-hung English to deceive him into confessing her feelings for her.
However, this was a shock to others.
Chen Wen suppressed a laugh, trying to make his voice sound normal: "Brother Huang—the issue isn't whether it's standard or not. It's that this particular phrase might not be appropriate for this situation—"
"Something's not right," Wong Fei-hung said, puzzled. "I need to talk to you about something very important and urgent. What's wrong with that?"
"Feihong!" Aunt Thirteen's voice interrupted again, tinged with panic, "Didn't you say you had something urgent? Talk to Mr. Chen first, I'll teach you the pronunciation of English later."
Upon hearing this, Chen Wen didn't expose Thirteen Aunt's little scheme on the spot, but instead changed the subject: "Yes, Brother Huang, what exactly happened? Why are you so anxious?"
Interrupted, Huang Feihong didn't pay much attention to the pronunciation problem and was immediately brought back to the main topic: "Brother Chen! Come back quickly! Something terrible has happened!"
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