Plunder-Chapter 272: Capturing An Jinhua

The moon was especially bright this night.

An Jinhua leaned back in the lounge chair on the terrace and enjoyed the view for the entire night.

The sun rose in the east, awakening all creatures.

But Wang Liang did not return as promised.

He stared at the pale light of dawn in the east, sighed deeply, and then walked down from the terrace.

An hour later, a police car with its sirens blaring headed towards the area.

However, they were met with disappointment.

An Jinhua was gone, leaving only the empty lounge chair on the terrace.

"Director Huang, he’s fled. Should we issue a city-wide arrest warrant?"

Director Huang took a deep breath, "Issue the arrest warrant."

Not long after the arrest warrant was issued, Zhou Chucheng received another call from Zhou Jin’an.

"Go to the hospital now and personally drive your sister-in-law home."

Zhou Chucheng was overjoyed and immediately asked, "Big brother, does that mean you can come back soon?"

"I still have one more thing to take care of, then I’ll return."

"Big brother, you must be careful on your own. An Jinhua is like a desperate bandit now; I’m worried he might lash out."

"I know."

Zhou Jin’an quickly ended the call.

An residence.

It was a scene of utter chaos at this moment.

Old Master An got up early in the morning, only to discover that his son, An Jinhua, had become a fugitive.

Not only had he embezzled taxes, but he was also suspected of murder.

Furious, he stormed around the room with his cane.

An Jinhua’s mother, Ning Xing, wearing a dark floral silk cheongsam and carrying a tray with ginseng soup, came over to comfort him: "Old Master, take a sip of the ginseng soup to calm down. Jinhua was influenced by his older brother. He has taken a wrong path; we must help him, not keep blaming him."

"How can we help?"

The Old Master glared, puffing out his whiskers, refusing to take the ginseng soup from Ning Xing’s hand.

Ning Xing shifted her eyes, set the ginseng soup on the table, and walked up to Old Master An, hooking her arm around his.

"Let’s sell off An Corporation first. Along with the retirement savings you have, we can fill the financial hole he’s created. Surely, you wouldn’t want to see him end up in jail like his older brother, would you?"

"Dream on."

Old Master An bellowed sharply, pushing Ning Xing away.

Seeing that she couldn’t persuade Old Master An, Ning Xing started wiping tears with her handkerchief, "Old Master, Jinhua is our only son. If anything happens to him, I won’t want to live either."

Ning Xing sat down on the armchair, sobbing loudly.

Her crying only added to Old Master An’s frustration.

"If you don’t want to live, then go ahead and die, let us all die then."

Old Master An spoke harshly, clacking his cane on the ground as he did so.

"Jinhua was such a good child. If you hadn’t always spoiled him, would he have turned out like this? Ning Xing, I’ve indulged you in everything in this life, but with Jinhua’s matter, don’t bring it up again, or don’t blame me for turning my back on you."

Old Master An didn’t often speak harshly, but when he did, his words were usually sincere.

Fearing him, Ning Xing immediately fell silent.

She continued to sob quietly, with great restraint.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

The butler went to open it, only to find, to his surprise, that the person standing at the doorstep was Zhou Jin’an.

"Director Zhou, weren’t you...?"

The butler’s eyes widened.

Zhou Jin’an said nothing but walked straight toward the hall.

"Jin’an? How come you...?"

Old Master An’s eyes widened too, and Ning Xing even covered her mouth.

Old Master An waved his hand, "You, come inside first."

Ning Xing hurried away.

"Uncle An."

Zhou Jin’an approached Old Master An, who then patted him affectionately.

"It’s good that you’re alright, good that you’re safe."

His voice choked up, but he said no more.

"Uncle An, I came to see you today because there is something I need to ask of you."

Zhou Jin’an began to speak.

Old Master An’s cloudy eyes never left Jin’an’s face; he seemed to have guessed what Jin’an was about to say.

"Go ahead."

"I want to acquire An Corporation. The court will make an evaluation, and once the assessed price is available, we can finalize the deal."

He was very direct, not beating around the bush at all.

Old Master An lowered his gaze pensively for quite some time. He heaved a heavy sigh and then lifted his eyes to look at Jin’an.

"Jin’an, it’s my fault, I owe you. Jinhua becoming like this is my mistake; he got what he deserved for doing that to you. For An Corporation to end up in your hands, it’s worth it. Don’t worry, once the court has made the evaluation, I’ll sign the contract with you."

With Old Master An’s provisional agreement, Zhou Jin’an felt much more at ease.

"Jin’an, have some tea."

As they were speaking, Ning Xing approached with a tray.

She was over a decade younger than Old Master An and well-maintained, still looking quite attractive.

Two cups of tea were on the tray; she placed one in front of Zhou Jin’an and the other in front of Old Master An.

Old Master An didn’t hesitate, picking up his cup to drink.

Zhou Jin’an lifted the lid of his cup and smelled it, and suddenly, he detected a peculiar scent.

"Uncle An, don’t drink!"

Old Master An had already taken a sip and swallowed it.

"What’s the matter, Jin’an?"

Old Master An asked in astonishment.

Zhou Jin’an furrowed his brows tightly, "I suspect there’s something wrong with this tea."

Old Master An’s suspicious gaze turned to Ning Xing, who was about to leave, "Come back here."

But Ning Xing quickened her pace, walking with exceptional haste.

Zhou Jin’an stood up to chase after her, but as Ning Xing let go of the plate she was holding, she started to run.

However fast she ran, it wasn’t as fast as Zhou Jin’an.

Just as Zhou Jin’an was about to catch Ning Xing, An Jinhua suddenly appeared.

"Jinhua, run."

Ning Xing lunged toward An Jinhua, pushing him to leave.

However, a disheveled An Jinhua had a gun in his hand, its dark muzzle aimed at Zhou Jin’an.

"Zhou Jin’an, we meet again."

An Jinhua’s mouth twisted into a cold smile, and his eagle-like eyes were full of murderous intent.

"That’s your dad, do you even want his life?"

Veins on Zhou Jin’an’s forehead throbbed visibly.

"Who told you he’s my dad?" An Jinhua asked with a light laugh.

He took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Ning Xing, "Mom, take this and go as far as you can."

Ning Xing shook her head frantically like a rattle-drum, "No, Jinhua, you go. You need to leave quickly."

As mother and son were insisting on who should leave, Zhou Jin’an brought them earth-shattering bad news.

"Don’t bother anymore, today, none of you can leave."

He spoke very calmly.

"What do you mean?"

An Jinhua asked suspiciously.

Zhou Jin’an pointed outside the courtyard, "Go have a look and you’ll know."

Ning Xing immediately ran to the edge of the courtyard, pried open a crack, and looked outside. She only glanced once before collapsing to the ground.

"Jinhua, the police are everywhere outside!"

Hearing that, An Jinhua’s anger instantly flared up.

"Zhou Jin’an, you fucking set me up."

He kept pressing the trigger, but for some reason, the gun in his hand just wouldn’t fire any bullets.

"Didn’t you say this gun had bullets?"

An Jinhua yelled at Ning Xing furiously.

Ning Xing was already pale with fear, shaking her head, "It did, I saw your dad open it, the bullets were full."

"Don’t bother, the day you got into trouble, I reminded Uncle. So, there are simply no bullets in this gun."

"Zhou Jin’an, you’ll not die a good death!"

An Jinhua totally lost his mind.

He threw the gun away and recklessly pounced on Zhou Jin’an.

The two tall men quickly grappled with each other.

Fists, palms, clashing against each other.

"Stop fighting, please stop..."

Ning Xing cried out in terror, but to no avail, no one ceased their blows.

In this fight, An Jinhua had no advantage at all; he was brutally beaten by Zhou Jin’an.

Until later, when he lay paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.

Zhou Jin’an gave him a harsh kick and headed straight for the front courtyard.

"Uncle An, are you alright?"

Having sipped the tampered tea, he now felt weak all over.

"Jin’an, thank you. It’s all my fault," tears of turbidity streamed down Old Master An’s face.

Zhou Jin’an immediately turned his head away, "I’ll call the doctor for you."

He took out his phone to make a call.

An Jinhua, lying paralyzed on the ground, shook as he struggled to his feet.

He grabbed a vase next to him, ready to smash it down on Old Master An’s head.

"Die, you old bastard!"

"No—"

In the nick of time, Ning Xing rushed over.

She was petite, her whole body throwing itself onto Old Master An.

The vase An Jinhua held was smashed down, not falling on Old Master An but hitting Ning Xing’s head.

Blood gushed out instantly.

By the time Zhou Jin’an attempted to intervene, it was too late.

He grabbed An Jinhua by the throat and fiercely flung him to the ground.

"That’s your mother!"

If a person could raise a hand to their own parents, they were truly no better than beasts.

Laughing like a madman, An Jinhua lay on the ground.

"It’s all fake, all fake!" he muttered under his breath.

"Ning Xing!"

Old Master An embraced Ning Xing, incessantly shaking her slender shoulders.

Her breath was faltering, "Old master, I’m sorry, I... I can’t... "

Before she could finish, her eyes rolled back, and she was gone.

At that moment, the courtyard door was pushed open from outside, and police and emergency medical personnel flooded in.