670: Chapter 670: The Dead Man’s Mouth is the Strictest 670: Chapter 670: The Dead Man’s Mouth is the Strictest Lin Shuang was taken aback.
A call from Su Wanqiao’s cousin?
“What’s wrong?” Su Wanqiao, sitting in the passenger seat, asked in confusion.
“It’s your cousin calling.” Lin Shuang showed her the incoming call number.
“My cousin?
If she’s calling you, it must be something important.
Answer it,” Su Wanqiao gestured.
She knew her cousin liked Lin Shuang, but Su Wanqiao wasn’t worried, because she knew…
her cousin wasn’t Lin Shuang’s type.
Nothing would happen between Lin Shuang and her cousin.
Lin Shuang answered the phone.
“Big Brother Lin, are you free right now?” On the other end of the line, Su Moli’s voice sounded somewhat anxious.
“Just got off work, what’s up?” Lin Shuang asked suspiciously.
“I…
I just got off work and on my way home, I had a car accident.
I hit someone…
He called a bunch of people over to extort me…
There are so many of them.
Big Brother Lin, can you come over and help me out?” Su Moli pleaded timidly on the phone.
Lin Shuang said indifferently, “You had a car accident?
Then you should call the traffic police, or you could call your big brother Su Zhan.”
On the other end of the line, Su Moli said softly, “The traffic police have already arrived, but they are relatives of theirs…
I suspect they’ve teamed up to extort me.
I just contacted my cousin, but he said he was too busy and told me to find you…”
Indeed, Su Zhan is now the chairman of the company, still working overtime upstairs in the company building.
Lin Shuang turned to Su Wanqiao, seeking her opinion.
Having heard the content on the phone, Su Wanqiao said, “My cousin had a car accident.
You should go and help her.
What if someone really is trying to extort her?
Hurry up.”
Lin Shuang, speechless, could only agree.
“I’ll go back with my cousin in a while.
You go and help my cousin with the accident first,” Su Wanqiao said as she got out of the car.
“Aren’t you worried…
your cousin might seduce me?
That something might happen between us?” Lin Shuang asked.
At his words, Su Wanqiao gave him a sharp glare, “You dare?!
Hmph, I trust you wouldn’t dare.”
After she spoke, Su Wanqiao walked away in her high heels.
She planned to wait until her cousin Su Zhan finished his work and then go home together.
Lin Shuang, speechless, could only purse his lips and get into the car.
…
Twenty minutes later, Lin Shuang drove to the scene of Su Moli’s car accident.
Su Moli’s Porsche Cayenne SUV was parked on the sidewalk.
On the ground lay a blond punk who had been knocked down.
Actually, the punk wasn’t really hurt; he had no injuries, but he kept wailing in pain.
Around him stood more than a dozen of his punk friends.
They were demanding 5 million yuan in compensation.
There was also a traffic cop maintaining order, and even he had been bribed by the punks, colluding with them to extort Su Moli.
Su Moli was nearly in tears.
Although her family wasn’t short of money, coming up with 5 million yuan on the spot was too much; she didn’t have that kind of money.
Lin Shuang stepped forward and directly picked up the blond on the ground…
after a quick check.
“He isn’t injured at all?
And you want 5 million?
Here’s 500 yuan, now scram,” Lin Shuang said, tossing 500 yuan to them.
The punk became furious at once, and along with his group, they started to crowd around.
Lin Shuang raised his leg and with a few kicks, sent the group of punks flying.
The traffic cop’s face changed drastically, and he rushed forward as if to rebuke.
Lin Shuang, with one kick…
sent the traffic cop flying as well.
The cop spat out blood.
Lin Shuang glanced at the cop, “Fake uniform, fake ID, impersonating a traffic cop is no minor offense.”
This cop was just one of the punks in disguise.
To deceive Su Moli, they had even impersonated a traffic cop.
Seeing their cover blown, the fake cop and the punks were terrified, staggering to their feet and fleeing the scene.
Su Moli just stood there dumbfounded.
“This is a ‘pengci’ racket.
Be more careful when driving next time.
Let’s go home,” Lin Shuang said, after dealing with the accident, taking Su Moli home.
…
Meanwhile, the group of punks escaped to a deserted alley.
In the alley, a Mercedes-Benz S-Class was conspicuously parked.
The punks knocked on the car door and whispered, “Mrs.
Su, the job is done.
Lin Shuang has already met with your daughter, and about our payment…?”
Inside the Mercedes, none other than Su Wanqiao’s aunt, Su Xihe, sat.
She was wearing a black cheongsam, her long hair elegantly pinned up, exquisitely beautiful, sexy, and alluring.
It turned out that this accident was orchestrated by Su Xihe all along.
She had deliberately staged the accident to give her daughter the chance to get close to Lin Shuang.
Her plan for tonight had just begun.
“Very good.” Su Xihe gently pulled out a bank card and handed it to the punks.
Excited, the punks took the bank card, thanking her profusely before they were about to leave.
But at that moment, Su Xihe suddenly gave her driver a signal.
The driver pulled out a handgun and, “Bang!
Bang!
Bang!” fired several shots…
instantly killing the group of punks on the spot.
Su Xihe slowly rolled up the car window.
Tonight’s plan had to be absolutely confidential.
Keeping these punks alive would only bring trouble, and dead men tell no tales.
So they had to die.