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Chapter 359 The Person Behind It All (First Update)
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The dimly lit basement had only one light. The light was no more than 25 watts, clearly insufficient for lighting in this spacious basement, so people couldn't even make out faces from a distance.
Zhu Jun, known as "Big Brother 2," lay weakly on the basement floor. Although it was the hottest summer day, the basement was very cold, making one feel as if they had entered the underworld. A chilling cold that penetrated to the soul tormented the man on the ground, the famous "Second Brother" of Beijing.
Zhu Jun felt very unlucky and pitiful.
He was wandering around several colleges and universities in the morning, hoping to find some top-notch female students, but he didn't expect to be kidnapped in the evening. He ended up in this basement, where they didn't even provide dinner, leaving him, who was used to a life of luxury, very hungry and miserable.
The ground was dirty and cold. Zhu Jun groaned, shifting his body slightly to cautiously glance at a man sitting on a wooden bench two meters away. The light was too dim for him to see the man's eyes clearly. He didn't expect to see the man's face, as the man was wearing a hood, looking like a bank robber, which made him feel very dangerous.
For a long time, the basement has been Zhu Jun's favorite place. He has five basements, each with a different style: a warm and romantic one, a violent one, a sadomasochistic one, an extremely promiscuous one, and a simple one where the entire basement is decorated as a huge floor bed.
These basements were designed to cater to different client preferences, turning female students into sinful dens of evil. However, Zhu Jun himself did not see it that way. Although he did use force, he primarily targeted female students who were greedy for pleasure and worshipped money. After successfully seducing them, he would categorize them and take them to the appropriate basements to satisfy his or his friends' desires.
If a female student suddenly realizes her mistake and regrets it, Zhu Jun will resort to force. At that moment, he immediately transforms from a dashing, debonair, and modest gentleman into a complete scoundrel, using intimidation, threats, and blackmail against her reputation and the comfort of her family. In all these years, no female student has ever escaped his grasp. Only when she becomes uninteresting and no longer arouses his friends' interest will Zhu Jun let go, allowing the abused female student to regain her freedom. As for whether they will repent or give up in the future, Zhu Jun doesn't care at all.
They're just passersby; who cares whether they live or die!
Zhu Jun looked down on those prostitute-like public relations girls. Women who charged per session were no longer of any interest to him, because he had now risen from a hoodlum to a cultured man with considerable social standing.
All of this stemmed from a chance encounter ten years ago with an "uncle" (a term used in the sex world to refer to a companion). He met a like-minded person during a sexual encounter, and the two hit it off immediately, becoming close friends. Later, he discovered that the other person had a high social status and then helped him out, using his power to gain immense benefits, even acquiring numerous physical assets. His net worth has grown from penniless to hundreds of millions.
All he had to do was keep helping that official hunt for new women. Fortunately, this was his specialty, so even after ten years, he didn't tire of her. On the contrary, their relationship grew closer, even closer than that of brothers.
This brother was a tax official who didn't have many hobbies. He was neither corrupt nor accepted bribes, except for his prominent sexual desires. He was a dutiful and dedicated civil servant.
Unfortunately, after getting involved with Zhu Jun, the good clerk was forced to use her power and social resources to help Zhu Jun seek benefits in the face of ever-changing temptations, and thus became more and more deeply involved. The relationship between the two had become so close that they were completely open with each other, the kind of openness that comes with no clothes on.
"Brother, let me go. I promise I won't call the police, and I will never retaliate."
Zhu Jun pleaded on the ground, his voice weak. In just three hours, he had been beaten beyond recognition, yet he hadn't fainted despite being covered in injuries, and there was no internal or external bleeding. Clearly, the person he was facing was a master, a judgment that made Zhu Jun even more terrified.
The man on the wooden bench didn't say anything. He walked straight up and kicked Zhu Jun in the face. With a thud, Zhu Jun's jaw dislocated, and he could no longer speak. He even had to endure the excruciating pain and howl, otherwise he would be beaten even more severely.
"What's going on? The interrogation hasn't been completed yet?"
A cool, clear voice rang out, its tone subtle yet carrying a weighty meaning, clearly belonging to a high-ranking member of the kidnappers.
As Zhu Jun thought this, he forced himself to adjust his posture and looked toward the entrance to the basement. Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply.
The newcomer was a young man of about twenty-six or twenty-seven, with black-rimmed glasses and a well-proportioned build. The thick muscles under his glasses looked intimidating, and even Zhu Jun, a man of some standing in the underworld, felt a chill run down his spine and sensed extreme danger.
The other person wasn't wearing a hood!
This is what Zhu Jun fears most, because anyone who makes no attempt to conceal their true appearance must be ruthless and cruel, and may not even intend to save their own life, which is why they don't hide their appearance.
Zhu Jun, who was already somewhat dazed from the ordeal, immediately tensed up, making a hissing sound, but his dislocated jaw prevented him from speaking.
"Boss, this guy is stubborn, and you don't allow us to use some of the methods, so there's been little progress."
Banan, who was covered by a hood, bowed respectfully to Lin Yao as he entered, his tone tinged with helplessness.
"Then don't bother with the interrogation, just kill him and get rid of him cleanly. I'm leaving, I haven't had dinner yet."
Lin Yao lost interest and didn't want to see this disgusting Zhu Jun again. He thought to himself that he should just have Gou Xiaogou check Zhu Jun's call records, and then Xiao Cao should look for this guy's private villa. He figured they could find some notebooks there.
These days, even thugs keep diaries, their purpose being to leave evidence to blackmail officials they associate with. Zhu Jun probably still has some records of such incidents. There's no need for interrogation; having Xiao Cao monitor him is much faster.
"Yes, boss."
Banan immediately nodded in agreement. He had wanted to kill this guy for a long time. He didn't know how many innocent women he had harmed. Previously, Lin Yao had forbidden the use of drugs and special interrogation methods. Simply beating people without causing serious injury was not enough to deal with these tough guys.
"Ah~ Ah~"
Zhu Jun, with strength that seemed to come from nowhere, rolled over and knelt down, kowtowing to Lin Yao while trying to speak with booming laughter.
Banan completely ignored the man's pleas for mercy and stepped forward to twist his neck. He was confident he could end this wicked life in less than a second.
"Let him talk, and see what he has to say."
Lin Yao's voice suddenly rang out, causing Banan, who had already touched Zhu Jun, to immediately stop. He then slapped Zhu Jun's chin, and with a thud, Zhu Jun's dislocated chin was put back in place.
"Big brother, spare me! Big brother, spare me!"
Once Zhu Jun recovered from the excruciating pain in his jaw, he immediately begged for mercy, kowtowing even harder, making loud thuds as he slammed his head against the ground.
"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point!"
Banan kicked Zhu Jun, who was kowtowing, sending him rolling two meters away.
"I'll talk, I'll talk."
Zhu Jun was utterly terrified. He wasn't afraid of falling into the hands of underworld figures because he always had a way to resolve conflicts, whether it was by paying money or making an apology. He knew the rules of the underworld very well and knew that he had handled these relationships very well over the years, and he also had a considerable amount of influence under his command.
Zhu Jun wasn't worried about the case falling into the hands of state organs, because on the surface he was a person of status, and he knew people in some important departments in Beijing. He wasn't afraid of anyone when it came to manipulating the system.
But now, after only a few seconds with Lin Yao, even in the dim light, Zhu Jun could feel the sharpness in the other's eyes and the sinister intent contained therein. His calm tone, his attitude that he didn't need any information from him, and his complete lack of knowledge about the other's ultimate goal—this was what Zhu Jun feared most, and that's why he was afraid.
"It was Liang Qiming, an economist from the State Taxation Administration, and Deng Shaojun, the assistant minister of the GA department, who asked me to do it. They are my friends. They are the kind of clients I usually provide services to students. They are the ones who asked me to do it."
Seeing that the other party remained unmoved after he confessed, Zhu Jun was even more frightened and regretted taking on this seemingly simple matter. He never imagined that casually ordering some of his subordinates to cause trouble and vandalize the closed Minhong Hospital in Beijing would endanger his life.