Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox

Chapter 496 - 494: Go Check on Your Sister-in-Law

Fu Jingsheng frowned, took a deep breath, his look icy: "Why didn’t anyone inform me about this in advance?"

"It’s a separate agreement between the other party and the organization; you’re only responsible for handing over this batch of items," the person said. "Song Yi is likely that person, so the organization has its reasons for wanting her."

Fu Jingsheng chuckled and tossed the fishing rod he held.

He stood up: "Let’s go, welcome the guests."

...

Top deck of the yacht.

A man sat in the middle of the sofa, and only the top deck had electricity.

Next to him stood a row of men in black; the man wore casual clothes, a thicker coat, holding a glass of red wine.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and the men in black started to be on alert.

The man on the sofa looked towards the door slowly and leisurely.

"You’ve come?" He lifted a gentle smile: "Later than I expected."

He said, sipping the red wine slightly, staining his thin lips red.

Tang Si looked at the scene in front of him and let out a cold sneer: "Quite a big show you’re putting on."

All of this was within his expectations.

"How would I dare to compare with you, barging alone into my space." Wen Mu said with a calm smile.

Wen Mu’s background has always been clean, considered one of those who hid well, but Tang Si was clear in his heart that Wen Mu surely wasn’t doing good deeds.

Just hadn’t caught any evidence yet.

"What’s it about?" Wen Mu raised an eyebrow lightly: "Bro, have a drink with me on the yacht?"

"Sure." Tang Si pulled open a chair, sat down slowly: "A drink for your journey."

Wen Mu chuckled lightly, putting down the glass: "You’re still as conceited as ever, now you need to realize you’re the one who’s passive."

Tang Si mocked coldly: "So what if I realize it? Bowing and scraping to you, begging you to release me? Will you let me go then?"

What kind of international joke is that?

"If you do that, I might consider it," Wen Mu said. "You should have died when you were young."

"What purpose does it serve saying things like that?" Tang Si said. "I haven’t died until now, which proves I wasn’t meant to die; there’s no such thing as saying someone should have died."

Wen Mu’s eyes turned slightly cold, he and Tang Si, half-brothers, lived in constant conflict.

He and his mother indeed couldn’t stand Tang Si.

Betrayal was his norm; he and Tang Si were once brothers, but now enemies.

Couldn’t stand his superiority, couldn’t stand that he could do whatever he wanted.

If he got his father’s favor, all benefits would be his, plus he was the eldest son.

So, since childhood, Tang Si bore a bad name.

Tang Si sat casually in the chair, leisurely propping up his legs, a faint smile on his lips.

Such an attitude, as if he wasn’t afraid of the scene before him at all.

He spoke slowly: "You’re not the one saving Song Yi."

This sentence was basically in a definitive tone.

"Pretty smart," Wen Mu admitted.

Song Yi investigated that matter from years ago, gradually approaching the truth, and he himself had a clean identity; if investigated by Song Yi, another case might arise.

He still wanted to live honorably, not like some fugitives hiding everywhere.

Tang Si had his reasons for judging this matter.

He knew clearly that a person like him couldn’t possibly have sympathy, and at that time, it was impossible for him to sacrifice himself to save a young girl—it’s laughable.

As for why he would do such a thing, it surely touched some of his interests.

"Just that no matter how smart, it’s useless; today you must die here, and I must take your woman."

"Hmm," Tang Si nodded with a smile. "Go home tonight, prop up your pillows higher, and dream big."

Wen Mu wasn’t provoked by Tang Si; he knew clearly that no matter what situation this person was in, his mouth certainly wouldn’t let him off.

And no matter what he felt inside, on the surface, he would absolutely be unfazed.

As for Wen Mu, he himself studied psychology and had never feared psychological games.

Wen Mu: "Playing this trick with me is useless; everything is under my control. Even if you’ve contacted the outside world, they can’t come so fast."

Tang Si tilted his head, looking at Wen Mu: "Yes, indeed, they can’t come so fast, but don’t you think about how you can live here, pure and clean—have you thought about how you’re going to leave this stretch of sea?"

All the police would come to surround him; escaping wouldn’t be easy.

Wen Mu tapped the table gently with his fingertips: "I have my own ways; that’s nothing for you to worry about."

"Sir, there’s a call." At this moment, someone beside Wen Mu started speaking.

Wen Mu slightly raised an eyebrow: "Whose call?"

"The people over there."

Wen Mu glanced at Tang Si, got up to answer the phone.

Tang Si squinted at his back.

"What did you say?" Wen Mu’s voice was almost gnashing his teeth.

The other side clearly stated: "You’ve alerted the police, making the transaction quite risky, so our deal is canceled; I’ll pay you the penalty."

"The person your organization desires most is in my hands; are you willing to give this up too?"

"For the safety of our organization, there’s nothing we can’t give up," said the other side coldly. "That’s all."

...

"Master Sheng, the organization didn’t say that..." The subordinate was a bit surprised.

This deal could be done quite well, and the police weren’t arriving so soon.

Why suddenly withdraw?

Fu Jingsheng hung up the phone, squinted, and looked at his subordinate with a smile: "What? Do I need you to teach me when I make decisions?"

"No, it’s just that if you do this, it’ll be hard to explain to the organization."

Fu Jingsheng tapped his tongue lightly against his molars, laughing defiantly: "Is this how you see it?"

"Yes," the person nodded. "And under such circumstances, we truly wouldn’t be discovered; this sudden withdrawal would inexplicably lower our organization’s credibility, making future sales difficult."

Doing this business emphasizes credibility; without it, there would be no business.

In this field, credibility is as important as life.

After all, every transaction risks countless lives.

Fu Jingsheng tilted his head, his long eyes filled with tiny laughs, beckoning him over: "Come here for a moment."

The subordinate was confused but leaned closer anyway.

As soon as he approached, Fu Jingsheng quickly locked his neck, his technique fierce, with a light twist.

The man’s neck snapped; before dying, he looked at Fu Jingsheng in shock, seemingly not expecting him to make such a move, to actually take his life.

Fu Jingsheng said coldly: "Defying my orders means death."

He picked up the communication device within the organization: "Report that there’s a rebellion among the organization’s dispatched personnel; request withdrawal, halt the transaction."

Soon there was a response from the other side.

"The transaction can be halted, but you must bring the person back for me."

"There’s a woman named Song Yi on the ship; bring her back."

Fu Jingsheng pressed his lips: "Alright, I’ll ensure the task is completed. Withdraw the helicopter, send an aircraft to pick me up."

...

Song Yi held onto the rope while Tang Si restrained Wen Mu’s every command.

Everything smiled in harmony.

A sudden noise overhead made Song Yi look up; the helicopter was close, the wind so strong she could barely stand.

Then, a beam of light from the helicopter cast down, a figure stood by the door, holding a megaphone: "Sis, come up."

It was Fu Jingsheng.

What is he doing here.

Song Yi: "Can’t come, these people are in danger, must be saved."

"You come up first, I promise these people won’t die."

The people on the yacht looked at the scene before them, trembling, all pleading to go up.

...

The sudden turn of events caught Wen Mu off guard.

The directive from there was that Song Yi must leave. He saw Fu Jingsheng arriving outside, and did not stop them.

Tang Si immediately headed out, but Wen Mu’s people blocked him.

But within three minutes, everyone was dealt with.

Wen Mu raised his pistol, aimed at Tang Si: "Don’t move."

Tang Si could win fights, famously a battle god with great skill, but could he win against bullets and a pistol right in front of him?

Tang Si’s steps halted, the atmosphere in the air turned subtle.

He slightly turned his head, suddenly stepped closer to Wen Mu, laughing: "Moved."

"How about it?" Tang Si’s peach-blossom eyes carried a smile: "Not shooting?"

Wen Mu gritted his teeth, never thought that his gun had no bullets.

Tang Si had swapped the pistol long ago, without anyone knowing.

The next second, Tang Si reached out, grasped Wen Mu’s wrist tightly, chopped down hard, and the pistol in his hand fell to the ground instantaneously.

Wen Mu, shocked, prepared to fight back but stood no chance against him.

"Bang—!" Wen Mu’s men fired a shot from afar.

Tang Si took him hostage: "Anyone dares move, I’ll kill him."

Wen Mu breathed heavily, restrained by Tang Si, the disparity in strength between them was significant.

He had no way to move.

"Nobody move." Wen Mu ordered: "Nobody move!"

...

Song Yi was pulled onto the helicopter by Fu Jingsheng.

"How are you here?"

Fu Jingsheng pressed his lips, eyes restrained, whispered: "I’m not safe here, do you have any way to contact Tang Si?"

This helicopter’s definitely not safe because it was sent by the T Organization. He came on it to take Song Yi back.

So this flight path is certainly being tracked.

At this time, the pilot spoke: "Got the person, should we head back now?"

"There’s an order from above, we must return with a batch of supplies." Fu Jingsheng turned back to instruct: "Wait a bit longer."

Song Yi bit her lip, nerves taut, breathing hurried, her eyes red.

Not from crying but frozen from the low temperature, the wind so fierce at sea, she felt she might freeze solid.

Fu Jingsheng prepared to take off his coat to give her.

"Don’t." Song Yi stopped him: "Under these conditions, even if you gave me two quilts, I’d still be cold."

The cold sweat was from inside out, this scene was very thrilling, dangerous, a slip, everyone could die here.

The pilot glanced at the two of them, squinting slightly.

These two clearly knew each other; he took the communications device in his hand, ready to report.

Yet suddenly Fu Jingsheng snatched it, in the next second, a gun aimed at his head: "Just fly well if you don’t want to die."

Song Yi watched, what has Fu Jingsheng been doing abroad these years?

Such a scene, why was he here?

"Where’s Tang Si? Can he be contacted?"

"Yes."

...

On the night sea, only small pinpoint lights, like rare stars.

"Boom—!" Suddenly an explosive sound, waves surged, fire flared up, illuminating the sea area.

The helicopter left, the yacht, also departed.

On this ship, some supplies were unloaded, belonging to weaponry.

The cruise was exploded, along with those things, seemingly destroying evidence.

As the police arrived, flames soared, thick smoke billowed in the air.

Fu Jingsheng delayed time, waiting for the police arrival.

When the helicopter landed, Song Yi thought of thanking him but couldn’t find Fu Jingsheng’s trace.

Tang Si watched Song Yi looking for someone and slowly spoke: "His identity isn’t clean. Seeing the police, naturally, he’d run."

Song Yi slightly frowning: "So he won’t appear in front of me anymore?"

"He will." Tang Si: "Until we’ve caught something on him, he’s clean."

"But didn’t you see him?"

"What’s the use of me seeing him?" Tang Si looked at Song Yi and smiled lightly: "Enforcement requires at least two officers."

...

This case, many were captured.

The terrifying eerie sea area was false; using deception was real.

Often using such means to hijack passenger ships, then use them to transport illegal goods.

Because of their territory, there’s always vigilance.

What should never have happened was deceiving the two of them onto the ship.

Wen Mu thought, watching Tang Si closely would be fine, as Song Yi had no combat power, yet he misjudged.

"Captain Tang," Zhou Liang looked at him: "Everyone’s being interrogated, this is a major achievement."

Tang Si kept his brows tight, lips taut: "Do you know what so-called major achievement means?"

He looked at Zhou Liang, perhaps coldly.

Zhou Liang paused, said nothing.

"Behind achievements are lives." Tang Si said quietly: "I’d rather not have this."

Zhou Liang paused again, from this perspective, it was indeed true...

Tang Si didn’t press further on this matter: "Where’s Wen Mu?"

"Seriously injured, in hospital." Zhou Liang replied.

"Hmm." Tang Si: "Have someone watch him, don’t let him escape."

"Where are you going?" Zhou Liang saw him about to leave.

"Check on your sister-in-law." Tang Si: "Once this happened, I returned to duty. She went home first, I must go see her."

She must’ve been terrified.

"Sister-in-law’s fine." Zhou Liang held Tang Si back: "I think you should take a break, health is the asset of revolution, you don’t know how tired you look now, so worried about this and that every day."

Tang Si chuckled at the words: "With an identity comes its responsibilities."