Munitions Empire-Chapter 951 - 874 direct

Chapter 951: 874 direct Chapter 951: 874 direct In the Dahua Empire, within the Imperial City, between streets that weren’t particularly bustling, there was an inconspicuous little alleyway. Here, there stood a tavern that didn’t seem very upscale, its sign shimmering with colorful lights day and night.

Behind the bar of the tavern, there always seemed to be a young man standing there. He wore a white shirt with a well-fitted vest over it, radiating a sense of scholarly charm and amiability.

He stood there, cradling a crystal-clear glass in his hands, meticulously wiping it down, ensuring it was spotless.

This young man was named Du Jia, who seldom spoke and exuded gentle elegance. He simply stood there like a deity, overlooking the common folk chattering within the bar.

In reality, the tavern rarely collected any fees, and those who truly came to drink seldom went out of their way to this secluded spot for such an unremarkable establishment.

Du Jia didn’t rely on the meager earnings from selling drinks for a living; he had another job, another more meaningful job.

The door to the bar was pushed open, and a girl holding a basket made her way to the bar: “I made your favorite braised pork ribs… I’m not sure if I got the technique right, I learned from the master at Xiaoyue Tower for several days.”

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Pan Qi placed the basket on the bar, unable to hide the smile on her face. She had married the handsome man before her just a few months ago.

“Thank you,” Du Jia said with a smile as he put down his wine glass and helped Pan Qi open the box, removing the dishes one by one.

“Ah… this is just infuriating,” grumbled a blonde-haired man sitting in a corner as he covered his face in frustration.

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He did not lower his voice deliberately, and his drinking buddies also got a mouthful of ‘dog food’ from the affectionate couple: “Let’s head to Yuehua Street later! Cool off some steam!”

“I’m in, I’m in!” the blonde man also called out.

Pan Qi turned around and glared at the two familiar faces, feigning anger: “Do you know why you can’t find wives? It’s because you always hang out in places like Yuehua Street!”

But those two just snickered maliciously and called out to Du Jia, bypassing Pan Qi: “Your wife sure is bossy! Watch out or you’ll end up whipped! Hahahaha!”

Du Jia didn’t respond; instead, he leaned on the bar with his elbows, slowly tasting the food his wife had made for him.

To be honest, Pan Qi’s cooking skills weren’t great. As the daughter of a somewhat well-off merchant, she typically didn’t cook herself.

As her family’s business grew larger, their living conditions improved. Her father Pan Yiping even got a new car, a model they hardly dared to look at before.

Being able to cook for her husband made Pan Qi feel lucky; thus, she tinkered around with culinary arts at home and learned how to cook delicious meals all over the place.

“Keep talking nonsense, and I’ll have Uncle Douglas give your butts a good kicking!” Pan Qi warned, hands on her hips, verbally sparring with the two ruffian-like men.

Though these two men appeared like friendly middle-aged fellows here, they actually had another identity.

The blonde man was the editor-in-chief of the privately-run newspaper “My Sovereign” in the Dahua Empire, a staunch royalist: His paper advocated daily for Dahua Empire’s assertiveness, enjoying the solid support of its citizens across Dahua.

Although the newspaper clamored for Dahua Empire to declare war on the Great Tang Empire, causing the Dahua imperial court anxiety, the keen foreign affairs department of Great Tang never bothered the newspaper, a curiosity indeed.

Zhao Kai was very fond of this newspaper, believing it was the only one with the courage to speak the truth. He even loved the newspaper’s name, reading it every morning during breakfast.

It is said that Zhao Kai wanted to grant the editor-in-chief an Earl title, but he declined—the reason given was that accepting such a reward would hinder his ability to continue expressing unbiased and honest opinions.

The ability to silence the Great Tang Empire and to be liked by the Emperor of the Dahua Empire was rare, so this blonde man enjoyed significant fame in the upper circles of Dahua.

The other man, whose excited talk of heading to Yuehua Street made him appear utterly ordinary, was actually a significant underworld figure in the Imperial Capital of Dahua Empire. He was the elected boss of Dahua Empire’s largest criminal organization.

When he and his men, armed with Ice Cold Empire-manufactured Boposha Submachine Guns, had convinced the other gang leaders, his word became law in venues across the Imperial Capital. Those gang leaders and godfathers with twin fish tattoos on their chests warmly elected him as their boss.

No one knows why he had dropped the scalding-hot Boposha Submachine Gun on the street and, with a cigarette lit, waited for the Dahua Empire Patrol Officers to arrest him while standing atop the riddled corpse of a Viscount controlling a huge gang.

Nobody knew how he casually walked out of the Dahua Empire patrol room and even managed to have a drink with the “Nine Gates Admiral” of the Dahua Empire. In any case, he became the only “legitimate” gang leader officially recognized by the Dahua Empire authorities.

They were being schooled by a woman here entirely because Pan Qi was family to them, a companion’s wife, their younger sister.

To put it bluntly, even Zhao Kai’s Empress had to weigh her words carefully when speaking to them, considering whether she was qualified enough to do so.

As for that Douglas uncle who dared to kick these two men’s asses… he actually had no significant background or many titles, merely a military officer at the Great Tang Empire’s embassy in the Dahua Empire.

Once Pan Yiping met Mr. Douglas through Du Jia’s introduction, their family business never encountered any problems again.

Outside the tavern’s door, at the end of the alley, within the dark shadows around the corner, two sneaky figures recorded the profile of the woman entering the tavern with their camera.

To be honest, the woman was quite attractive, and the way she walked with her food container was endearing. Yet they still raised their camera to capture this girl on their film.

In their view, everyone entering and exiting this dubious tavern needed thorough investigation; in just five days, they had located a suspected contact point of the Great Tang intelligence network.

Just by reporting these last two days of investigation to their superiors, they might be able to crack a big case, get promoted, make more money, and reach the pinnacle of their lives.

“Did you get a clear shot?” one of the sneaky figures nervously asked.

“Don’t worry! It’ll come out crystal clear! Not a single one of these faces will escape!” another young man confidently replied, his voice brimming with excitement as if he already saw himself as a high-ranking official in the Dahua Empire Intelligence Department.

Just as the two were getting excited, a man in a trench coat, brimming with aggression, approached from behind. He didn’t bother hiding himself, so halfway towards them, the alert pair discovered him.

Both men reached for their guns inside their coats but ultimately didn’t draw them—they recognized the man…

The man in the trench coat extended a glove-clad hand and slapped one of the young men on the head, cursing repeatedly, “You fuckers… fuckers…” After two slaps per person, he continued, “All you do is cause me trouble! Is this your first day on the job? Didn’t your team leader Liu tell you the rules?”

“Squad leader… we, we have evidence… evidence that shows that this tavern is not simple!” one of the young men, rubbing his head and feeling wronged, explained.

“Evidence? What evidence? Where is it?” the man known as the squad leader grimaced, almost laughing at these two fools in front of him.

“We took pictures! Several suspicious individuals have been spotted at this bar,” bragged the other young man, flaunting his camera.

The squad leader snatched the camera, thought twice about smashing it, opened the back instead, pulled out the film, and in a fury tore it out and trampled it underfoot.

Before the two startled young men could protest, he pointed to the other side of the alley, “Scram! Get as far away as you can! So eager to investigate? Tomorrow I’m transferring you two assholes to the violent crime squad to catch that freak who specializes in assaulting men!”

While cursing, he didn’t forget to kick each of the fleeing young subordinates. Watching them vanish at the alley’s entrance, he finally shifted his gaze away, only to almost bump into the chest of a man.

The man was quite tall and offered the Dahua Empire Intelligence Department field squad leader a cigarette, “Thanks.”

“Hey… Sir, you’re being too formal,” the previously fierce squad leader said with a smile, gratefully accepting the cigarette and bowing, “Just some clueless fools causing you trouble, Sir.”

A joke it was—who didn’t he know was protecting this bar? He was Zhao Yu’s man, how could he not know what to do?

“Thanks are still in order,” the man said, pulling out a check and stuffing it into the squad leader’s hand, “Think of a way to make those two fools forget about today’s incident.”

“Don’t worry! If they can’t forget, I’ll just bury them,” the squad leader replied, bowing slightly before turning to leave, very much like a subordinate.

As he left the alley and approached his brand-new luxury car, imported from the Great Tang Empire just days before, the squad leader looked at the check in his hand, “Sheesh… maybe just bury them?”