452 Pak! Pak! Pak! Pak! Pak! (1/2)

Tianjing City West City Police Station's Deputy Chief Zhang Haiyang sat in his office and looked at the date of the four suspects frowning as he rubbed his chin.

These four people looked suspicious. Disguising as beggars… fighting in front of Chenhui Building main entrance… They were obviously up to something. One of them was rather skilled too. It would be no problem for him to fight alone against three people. That was especially strange.

What kind of place was Chenhui Building? It was Hong Dali's territory. For such a strange thing to happen on his territory…

Zhang Haiyang rubbed his chin and mumbled. ”That's queer. It seems these people have ulterior motives. I need to settle this myself.”

Thinking up to this point, Zhang Haiyang smoothed his clothes and went down to the rooms where the beggars were being held. He closed the door and asked the policeman who was interrogating them, ”Xiao Zhang, how's the interrogation?”

The policeman named Xiao Zhang scratched his head and said, ”These three are punks who usually idle around and often report to the police station. I don't know what's wrong with them today. They actually disguised as beggars to ask for money from Young Master Dali.”

Zhang Haiyang glanced at the three punks and said, ”Look at them. Covered in tattoos and piercings. Pretending to be beggars?” He pointed at them and started scolding. ”Why don't you go get a piercing through the middle of your nose. That way you can go plow the soil like a cow. Bunch of rascals giving me extra work.”

The three punks really looked like they just wanted to get some money to spend. Zhang Haiyang didn't waste too much time on them. He nodded to Xiao Zhang and said, ”Continue interrogating them. I'll take a look at the other side.”

He went over to the other interrogation room. Toyoda Conglomerate's ninja, Abe Haruta, sat inside.

Zhang Haiyang went in, sat on a chair, and asked the interrogator, ”How is it?”

”This brat refuses to say a word.” The interrogator spread his hands, implying there was nothing he could do.

”Stubborn, eh?” Zhang Haiyang looked at Abe Haruta, who was dressed in beggar clothes. ”You, what happened to you?”

Abe Haruta looked at Zhang Haiyang condescendingly and turned around.

”Aiya, impressive!” Zhang Haiyang took off his leather shoes as he spoke. He pointed the shoe at Abe Haruta and snapped. ”Spit it out!” Interrogating was about being imposing. Zhang Haiyang's shout startled Abe Haruta. He yelled again. ”Be honest! What happened exactly!”

Abe Haruta wouldn't dare to say anything. If he said that Tarō Gohon had instructed him to assassinate Hong Dali, not only would there be no chance of him getting out, he could cause a conflict between two countries.

Since he couldn't say the truth, the remaining option was simple—keep quiet.

Keeping silent, Zhang Haiyang might as well speak on his behalf. ”Keeping quiet? I'll speak for you, then. You are a beggar hoping to get some money from Young Master Dali. But then got into a fight with the other two beggars over whose territory it is. Right?”

This officer was so understanding? Abe Haruta nodded his head furiously.

He instantly regretted—Zhang Haiyang slapped the shoe against his face, making a clear Pak sound. ”Do you think I'm an idiot? A beggar with skills like yours?! If you became a bodyguard everyone would fight to employ you. A beggar?!”

Abe Haruta didn't expect him to really hit him. He was furious. ”How dare you hit me! I want to sue you!”

”Oh, counter-charging us?” Zhang Haiyang swang again with a clear Pak sound. ”So what if I'm hitting you? What are you going to do?!”

”You will regret it!” Abe Haruta and Zhang Haiyang stared ferociously at each other.

”You're not a local, right?” Zhang Haiyang used the shoe again. ”You sound like a Jabanese. Good at pretending, eh?”

”Idiot!” Abe Haruta gritted his teeth in anger. ”I'm from the glorious Jaban empire. Release me at once!”

Holding the leather shoe in his hand, Zhang Haiyang was in no hurry to ask. He casually said, ”A Jabanese, indeed. I heard that your people value honor a lot. Aiya, I can't make things too difficult for you…”

As he said that, Abe Haruta smiled. Zhang Haiyang used the shoe again for close contact with his face, making Abe Haruta's face all swollen and red. ”Continue weaving more stories—”

He swung the shoe again. ”Jabanese—” The shoe once more. ”Coming here to become a beggar—” The shoe again. ”Do you believe it yourself?!” Concluding with yet another swing of the shoe. ”Do you think I'm a monkey?”

Pak Pak Pak sounded crystal clear. Zhang Haiyang was furious as he felt he was being treated like an idiot.

In the end, the fate of the sad and tragic Abe Haruta was too big a flaw.

Some came for holidays, sight-seeing, or even to court girls. But coming here to be a beggar? Who would believe that?