Red Scarf was in unbearable pain.
But Old Zheng had no intention of letting him off.
"Whose orders were you following? Tell me!"
Red Scarf truly could not endure it any longer. "Martial Uncle, I really wasn't!"
"You weren't? Then where have you been running around these past few days? Speak!"
"Ah—!"
Red Scarf said, "I suspected that Lu Chengwen and his Three Brothers were the ones who beat me up, so I secretly eavesdropped on them for a while."
"Oh? You're that capable? With your lightness skill, they didn't notice you?"
"Ah—! They... don't know much about my lightness skill, so... I wasn't discovered."
"Then what interesting things did you hear?"
"This disciple heard that Lu Chengwen used the Huo Group for money laundering and got hold of twenty billion, which he intends to hand over to the Dean."
Old Zheng froze. "Say that again. How much?"
"Twenty billion."
"For the Dean?"
"Yes."
Old Zheng released the cane, and Red Scarf immediately felt much better. He knelt on the floor, gasping for breath.
"Explain it clearly."
Red Scarf said, "Twenty billion, in the form of bearer notes. Whoever holds them can withdraw the money. Lu Chengwen repeatedly stressed that a trustworthy person had to come collect them. Once the notes left his hands, he would bear no responsibility."
Old Zheng was deeply shocked.
Lu Chengwen sure was efficient!
How many days had he even been in the USA? He had already dug in this deeply?
Twenty billion? US Dollars? In a foreign country, he had actually managed to rake in that much!?
Damn, this guy was a real talent!
Old Zheng helped Red Scarf up and smiled. "That hurt, didn't it?"
"Yes, yes..."
Old Zheng sighed. "Don't blame your Martial Uncle. You really have been suspicious these past few