BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 154 Clues

After finishing his instructions to Ren Rong, Sun Desheng immediately used his connections to requisition two military helicopters.

The group boarded the aircraft along with the He siblings-couple, splitting into two helicopters headed toward Beijing.

Sun Desheng, Shen La, Che Qianzi, and Yang Xiao escorted the He siblings onto one of the helicopters.

Not long after takeoff, He Kun—who had been unconscious—suddenly woke up.

The moment he opened his eyes and saw the people in front of him, he instinctively tried to fight back.

But the white-haired man sitting beside Sun Fatty merely glanced at him. That single look was enough—He Kun immediately felt overwhelming pressure crush down on him, making it hard to even breathe.

At that moment, He Suolan said a few words to him in Indonesian. He Kun looked around and finally realized he was already in a helicopter.

After hesitating, he didn’t dare act rashly.

The siblings then began speaking to each other in Indonesian, assuming the others couldn’t understand them.

Che Qianzi frowned and pointed at the boy:

“What kind of bird language are you speaking? If you want to talk, speak human language. Don’t make trouble for yourself—you already forgot the pain from that kick? Want me to give you another one?”

The pain in He Kun’s groin still felt like fire. The intense pain had briefly wiped part of his memory, but Che Qianzi’s words made him instantly remember how he had been knocked out.

Anger surged, and the boy ignored his sister-in-law’s attempts to stop him, rushing forward to fight the young Taoist again.

At that moment, Sun Desheng suddenly spoke—in Indonesian.

He Kun froze.

Sun Fatty casually added a few more sentences.

None of them expected this fat man to actually understand Indonesian. Both siblings immediately showed fearful expressions. He Suolan quickly pulled her brother back.

Seeing them calm down, Sun Desheng finally spoke in his native language:

“Just now, this lady told her brother-husband not to act rashly. We’re several hundred meters in the air right now—if we start fighting, if anything goes wrong, nobody survives a crash.

That’s what I told them too. I don’t have the patience to deal with them right now. But if they dare move again, I’ll just throw them out of the helicopter myself. Saves trouble later.”

The He siblings didn’t refute him—clearly, Sun Desheng wasn’t exaggerating.

Seeing Sun Desheng’s mood ease slightly, Shen La spoke up to comfort him:

“Big Sun, no matter what, your wife and Xiao Wu are fine. It was just a false alarm. Don’t take it too hard. If you need anything, just say it—I’ll handle whatever I can.”

Che Qianzi also chimed in:

“Fatty, La Zi’s right. With all the tricks in your head, who can you not scheme against? You’ve probably already figured out what to do. If there’s anything shady that needs doing, just call me. If someone dies, just help adjust my age afterward.”

Sun Desheng gave a bitter smile and looked at his two brothers.

“This whole thing is my fault. I originally wanted to use that bastard behind the scenes to train Old Ren a bit, let him understand the Civil Affairs Bureau’s real power structure. Didn’t expect it—I almost shot myself in the foot instead.

Yiyi is worth far more than Old Ren. I can’t take that risk anymore. Since that’s the case… let’s finish this quickly.”

He looked at everyone again and continued:

“I was planning to use Old Ren as bait to lure out the mastermind. But the opponent isn’t stupid—they’ll see through it. Now it just depends on whether they’re bold enough to take the bait.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“Once a fat piece of meat is right in front of your mouth… can you really resist eating it?”

At that moment, his phone rang.

He glanced at the caller ID and answered without avoiding the He siblings.

“Old Zheng, I’m on a helicopter—just listen through the noise.

Help me check something: recently, has anyone spent a large amount of money overseas to hire people to target Director Ren?

You know I’m from the Cultural Bureau, but this has become personal. They almost hurt my wife and child.

If I handle this myself, Old Zheng, things are going to get messy for a while… alright, I’ll wait for your news.”

He hung up and turned back to the He siblings:

“I know how your world works. You probably never met the employer behind this job. But if you can give me anything useful, I won’t mistreat you.”

The siblings fell silent, heads lowered.

Sun Desheng looked at them and continued calmly:

“You indirectly or directly caused the deaths of two people. By our rules, that’s at least a suspended death sentence. If I push a little harder, one of you could easily end up with the death penalty.

Then one of you goes to life imprisonment, the other gets executed… forever separated by life and death.”

The siblings didn’t seem afraid of death.

But at the mention of one dying and one surviving, both He Kun and He Suolan visibly wavered.

Che Qianzi immediately caught the opening and pressed further:

“Actually, it’s not that bad. One of you still gets to live. A life sentence? I’ve heard people get out in about twenty years.

By then you’ll be in your fifties or sixties—not too old. You can find someone, live together, do whatever couples do… at least you won’t have outsiders pointing at you for being siblings.”

As rough as Che Qianzi was, he knew when to push psychologically.

Those few words left both of them pale and shaken.

Seeing this, Che Qianzi turned to Sun Desheng:

“Fatty, if you go the other way around and ease up on them, can you let them go back to Indonesia?”

“It’s not impossible,” Sun Desheng said lightly. “Once we arrive, we can just let them go.”

But his eyes never left the pair.

“Still… there’s risk involved. I can’t just take that risk for nothing, can I?”

At that moment, He Kun suddenly spoke:

“I’ll give you a number. Think carefully—3141592678185433261…”

After the last digit, he let out a long breath of relief.

“This is the bank account used for our payment. It’s a private account at Indonesia’s national bank. If you trace it, you might get something—if you’re lucky.”

Sun Desheng memorized the number and immediately sent it off via text for investigation.

At that moment, the helicopter had already arrived near the hospital entrance.

After landing, Sun Desheng’s phone rang again.

The caller ID showed: Director Ren Rong.