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In the night, the three of them arrived at Yongxing Wharf in the northern part of Canal, Yangzhou City, at the agreed time with the police station. It was a medium-sized dock, surrounded by numerous stacked cargo containers.
They hid behind a tall stack of containers, observing the activity at the dock.
"Why haven't the police shown up yet?" Lin Mingchang whispered.
Chen Jiu'an patted his shoulder. "What's the rush? Let's go take a look first."
With that, he led the way deeper into the dock, and Lin Mingchang and Shen Tong hurried to follow.
As they quietly approached the edge of the dock, they indeed spotted a group of people standing there—about a dozen figures, shrouded in shadows.
At the forefront was a tall, blonde foreigner. "That's Paul Dumont, the boss of the French Trading Company in Yangzhou," Chen Jiu'an whispered.
Lin Mingchang didn't respond; he instinctively sensed that something was off. Unlike what they had anticipated, these people weren’t loading cargo; it looked more like they were waiting for someone.
Just then, Paul Dumont suddenly turned his gaze toward their hiding spot behind the containers.
Two seconds later, he broke into a wide grin and waved his hand behind him.
Immediately, the dozen or so people at the dock rushed over, surrounding them before they could react, with multiple dark gun barrels aimed at them.
"In your Chinese words, this is what you call 'finding something without even looking for it,'" Paul Dumont said in heavily accented Chinese.
His eyes scanned over the three of them as if sizing up prey caught in a trap.
Lin Mingchang positioned himself to shield Shen Tong, thinking of ways to escape while planning to say something to buy them time.
However, an unexpected scene unfolded.
Chen Jiu'an, standing beside him, suddenly raised his hands and slowly walked toward Paul Dumont, seemingly with some unknown intention.
When he reached Paul Dumont, Lin Mingchang and Shen Tong held their breath.
In the next moment, chaos erupted!
Chen Jiu'an spread his arms wide and gave Paul Dumont a big hug!
Then he quickly turned around, standing beside Paul and drawing a handgun from his jacket, pointing it directly at Lin Mingchang's chest!
Upon witnessing this scene, Lin Mingchang and Shen Tong could no longer deny the truth. Chen Jiu'an was no longer the passionate and honest young man he once was; he had transformed into a cold-blooded traitor.
On the surface, he was assisting the Yangzhou Police Station with an external investigation, but in reality, he was secretly destroying evidence and covering up for the French's dealings. He had invited Lin Mingchang into this scheme merely to humiliate his self-important friend. However, he never anticipated that Shen Tong's Wang Qi ability would be so formidable, allowing her to uncover their secret so quickly.
With no other options left, the only choice was to silence them permanently. This moment might be one of the closest encounters with death that Lin Mingchang and Shen Tong would ever face, with dozens of guns aimed at them and the dark Canal behind them offering no escape.
Yet, both remained calm and unafraid. In this life-and-death situation, Lin Mingchang suddenly leaned closer to Shen Tong and grasped her hand tightly.
"Shen Tong, I'm afraid I may never have another chance to tell you this. I am grateful to have met you and to have become your close friend. To me, you are not a lonely monster destined for solitude; you are simply you, the person I cherish most. If I can die alongside you, then my life will not have been in vain."
Shen Tong felt her eyes warm with emotion. She did not speak but gently squeezed Lin Mingchang's warm hand in return.
Watching this exchange, Chen Jiu'an erupted into laughter. "Hahaha... You truly are something else, Lin Mingchang! Even at a time like this, you still have such leisure. What a pity, what a pity."
Suddenly, he wiped the smile from his face and chambered a round in his gun.
"Goodbye, old friend."
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