Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

On the fourth floor, on the left corridor next to the auction room.

Jinchen killed the "passerby" who caused him and his wife to be separated, and kicked the body twice after it fell to the ground.

A few minutes ago, he and Pei Yinnian were planning to go down the stairs to look for traces of the golden robe, but were suddenly besieged by a group of soldiers pretending to be ordinary gamblers.

Only then did they learn that Chu San, who came from a warlord family, was involved in the search for traitors. In order not to alert the enemy, they had to split up and search for clues of the golden clothes on two floors.

Going deeper into the corridor, we came to the lounge where several British garrison commanders were staying. It was heavily guarded, with foreigners standing guard almost at every distance.

The thick carpet in the corridor made no sound when stepped on. Jinchen cautiously moved forward to investigate. Suddenly, he saw the golden door next to him half open, and heard anxious and desperate struggling sounds coming from inside.

He frowned in confusion, thinking that the voice seemed familiar, and hid outside the door to look.

"Let me go...let me go!"

Xu Nanchun was wearing a costume with long sleeves that he was forced to change into. Before he could finish singing a piece, he was bullied by the grinning red-bearded officer. While struggling, his back was hit against the corner of the table and he almost turned pale from the pain.

His fear and resistance only brought Red Beard's wanton laughter, and he praised his beauty in broken Chinese, which made Xu Nanchun feel even more humiliated. He clutched his costume tightly in front of his chest, and tears rolled down his face, filled with helplessness and despair.

Xu Nanchun, who was pressed on the table, was facing the crack in the door and saw Jinchen hiding at the door. He looked gloomy, his body was shaking slightly, and he felt ashamed.

Jinchen frowned and left sideways while Red Beard wasn't noticing.

A few seconds later.

"Tsk."

Jinchen tilted his head, pulled out a dagger, rushed in, and closed the door with his foot.

“Who…!” Red Beard had his pants half taken off and was frightened by the noise. Before he could ask any questions, a flying knife pierced his throat and he was killed instantly.

Xu Nanchun widened his eyes, covered his mouth and did not make a sound, his bloodshot eyes filled with fear staring at the person standing at the door.

Jinchen glanced at him, took off his suit jacket and threw it over.

"Thanks……"

Xu Nanchun picked up his coat with trembling hands, his voice choked with sobs.

Jinchen casually rummaged through the table of the man with the messy red beard and found an intercom and a few folded papers, which contained a list of authentic and fake auction items.

He stuffed it into his pocket and hid it, then snatched Red Beard's gun, leaned against the wall and swiftly removed the magazine and counted the bullets.

"You... do you know what they want to do today?" Xu Nanchun still couldn't control his trembling, but he could barely utter complete sentences.

Jin Chen raised his eyelids slightly and looked down at him, "Fake antiques, real maps, what else do you know?"

"And... and Mr. Pei." Xu Nanchun tightly grasped the coat wrapped in the messy costume, shivering and speaking intermittently: "Xiao Bofeng said... they set up a trap to kill Mr. Pei and take control of the Peking Chamber of Commerce."

If it was just an assassination, not only would the Beiping Chamber of Commerce and the Pei family not give up easily after Pei Yinnian's death, but the Xiao family and Chu San would also be wary of the Ningcheng military that supported him, so they would have to find a reason to fool people.

Jin Chen's eyes changed color in shock, "This is bad."

He quickly reloaded the magazine and strode over Redbeard's body with his long legs.

"If you don't want to die, follow me!"

Xu Nanchun gritted his teeth and followed, enduring the pain in his waist.

[Zero, locate Pei Yinnian's position. ]

【receive! 】

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Third floor, Gambling Hall No. 6.

"Mr. Pei, this way please."

Chu San's adjutant opened the door of the gambling hall for Pei Yinnian. His actions were respectful and courteous, but his eyes were filled with obvious indifference.

Pei Yinnian's gun had been taken away, and he no longer looked like a threat, not to mention that he was surrounded by five private soldiers as he walked inside.

Even so, Pei Yinnian remained calm, and the people around him did not dare to let their guard down at all.

At first glance, it looked more like he was here to inspect the work.

Some gamblers who were not aware of Pei Yinnian's identity came up to say hello. The adjutant was hesitant to speak, but did not stop them in order not to disclose the plan.

"Boss Pei, oh, I actually saw you here."

The middle-aged man with a mustache put down the dice and came over to shake hands with Pei Yinnian. He then looked at the adjutant behind him and said in confusion, "This must be Mr. Chu Sanye's adjutant, right? Why are you two...?"

The adjutant responded, "The Third Master invited Mr. Pei to reminisce about the past, so I came here to invite him."

"Ahahaha, so that's how it is. I won't bother you anymore. Boss Pei, don't forget me if you have business in the future."

The middle-aged man withdrew his hand, and the pistol on his sleeve fell into the palm of Pei Yinnian's other hand that was not raised. Pei Yinnian responded with a smile and inserted the pistol into the back of his waist covered by his suit jacket.

"must."

As they passed by, the middle-aged man quickly said, "Golden Threaded Clothes, in the warehouse on the first floor."

Pei Yinnian was unusually calm and was blocked by his adjutant as he walked towards the corner.

Opposite the card table in the corner of the gambling hall, Sun Fuyou, who had disappeared for a long time, sat with a smile and raised his hand to signal Pei Yinnian to sit down. "President, I have followed you for several years, but I have never played a game with you. Want to try?"

Pei Yinnian sat down slowly, picked up the dice on the table with his slender fingers and played with them, "Vice President Sun, good means, good plan."

"Humph, if you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself," Sun Fu simply stopped pretending and said sarcastically, "I have been a member of the Beiping Chamber of Commerce for many years, and I was about to wait until the next president, but you suddenly showed up!"

"Stop talking nonsense, Mr. Pei, you have to play this game."

The adjutant interrupted their argument and sat in the seat between the two of them, his expression showing a slight impatience. He always felt that as long as the plan had not succeeded, the clever Pei Yinnian would have a chance to escape.

The table they were sitting at was right under the overhead spotlight. When the adjutant just sat down, Pei Yinnian raised his eyes sharply, his gaze fixed on the floating dust that suddenly increased in the beam of light, and then he looked calmly at the card table facing the adjutant after he sat down, as well as the dealer.

Pei Yinnian raised his hand and checked the time on his watch. He turned the clock and said calmly, "Let's play a game. You two should be thinking about the last auction."

"There's still half an hour left."

Pei Yinnian seemed to be reminding him.

Sun Fu laughed inexplicably, with a somewhat arrogant look on his face, thinking that in half an hour, the Peking Chamber of Commerce would be preparing for your funeral.

It is still the most classic way to play Sic Bo.

Before the game started, Pei Yinnian even had the leisure to ask the waiter for a glass of red wine.

The dealer closed the dice cup, pressed the handle three times, glanced at the three gamblers, and said, "Please place your bets."

"Mr. Pei, if you lose this game, you have to sign this agreement."

The adjutant placed the prepared contract in front of Pei Yinnian, raised his hand and smiled, and the five private soldiers standing behind Pei Yinnian raised their guns, "If you don't sign, Third Master means... to send you on your way."