Back To The 80s: President's Doted Wife

Chapter 1266: Chapter 1267: The People in the Water Prison

An hour ago.

At the military factory below the canning plant, entrusted aides sent by the Loo Family, under the command of Old Luh, were swiftly transferring the arranged assortment of firearms, ammunition, and nuclear materials out of the facility.

"I thought you had all given up on them," said Master Tie, the head of the military factory, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he looked sideways at Old Luh.

Old Luh replied, "How could we give up? It’s just that they’re watching us closely outside, so we had to come up with a new route."

Master Tie snorted.

Old Luh’s eyes shifted as he said, "Our old master says the wisp of rumors outside is a bit tight right now, so we might not place any orders for a while."

Upon hearing this, Master Tie squinted slightly and asked, "What do you mean, you’re saying the Loo Family is done with this business?"

"I’m not sure what the old master means. The wisp of rumors is indeed tight, and there are many matters at home. Whether we’ll continue in the future is uncertain, but for now, it probably won’t happen for a while." Old Luh added, "Even this batch of goods, isn’t it quite a hassle? And it made you go to such great lengths."

Saying that, he took out a wad of cash from his pocket and placed it in Master Tie’s hand, saying, "This is a token from our old master for Master Tie to enjoy some tea, to thank you for negotiating this time."

Master Tie weighed it in his hand and tossed it to a subordinate beside him, saying, "Your old master is playing ’diversion tactics,’ but I don’t care. Now that the goods have been handed over, we’re even. If there’s any trouble, sorry, friendship is one thing, but survival is another. We will certainly protect our own lives first."

"Yes, yes, yes." Old Luh nodded and bowed.

Only then did Master Tie leave.

Old Luh breathed a sigh of relief and shouted sternly, "Move quickly." As long as they could transfer all these goods and successfully deliver them to the buyers’ hands, this mission would be considered completed.

Master Tie watched from a distance, as a subordinate approached him and said, "Master Tie, could there be any problems? If it implicates us..."

Master Tie raised a hand, saying, "There are rules on the street. Once the goods are gone, we’re settled; the transaction is considered complete."

"Master Tie, that’s precisely the issue. If they successfully move the goods, it’s resolved for them, but our base is here!" The subordinate spoke softly, "If nothing happens, good. But if something does, our base could be wiped out entirely!"

Master Tie was slightly stunned and took a couple of puffs from his cigarette, "No, what benefit do they get from taking us down? Business needs to be sustainable. We’ve had years without issues, and the transaction records are still with me. Isn’t the Loo Family afraid?"

The subordinate’s eyes flashed upon hearing this and he said, a bit sheepishly, "Master Tie, you always think things through!"

Master Tie didn’t speak. Though he said so, his brows remained furrowed.

The Loo Family shouldn’t be so stupid, right? If his side is exposed, isn’t he, as the middleman, afraid these transactions will be exposed too!

Forget it, if the Loo Family doesn’t want to do it anymore, I’ll just look for buyers directly in the future and avoid all these complications.

"Have those two in the water dungeon confessed anything yet?" Master Tie asked again, "How did they get here? What’s their origin?"

Compared to the Loo Family, what he cared more about were the captured people. If they managed to get into this place, could it also have been discovered by outsiders?

The subordinate’s expression darkened, saying, "Not yet, their bones are tough."

Upon hearing this, Master Tie’s face turned very grim, "Tough bones? Are they tougher than the gun and knife in my hand? Continue the interrogation, and if nothing comes out, send them to meet their ancestors!"

"Yes!" The subordinate left.

Master Tie looked down at the ruckus below, his brows deeply furrowed, and spit on the ground in disdain.