Rebirth Of Chen An

Chapter 151: It's Fate

Chen An offered the aforementioned excuse to get Ding Sheng to help him——to find the Red Fox’s daughter.

“Uncle Chen, you are truly a good man.” On hearing Chen An’s words, Ding Sheng said.

Chen An stiffened for a moment. In all the years that he’d lived, it was the first time that a person told him he was a good man.

A good man? Chen An would have burst out laughing, but coming from Ding Sheng, he could not. The man’s clear eyes reminded him of Changle.

“You are a good brother, my good brother. Always.”

Back when they lived for and relied on each other, Changle would also look at him with such clear eyes——pure like the Arctic snow.

“Don’t look at me like that, Ding Sheng. I’m not as good as you think. In fact, I’m a very selfish man.” Chen An smiled a rueful smile. He sighed and sat down on the balcony. The night of Las Vegas was brightly lit, all glamor and glitter; yet he felt a bit cold and lonely.

And a sense of guilt that could not be ignored.

In the beginning he entered the gunrunning trade to earn a better life for himself and for Changle. Later when he’d got enough money, he knew Changle didn’t like this life, but he always managed to ignore the fact.

“Uncle Chen, sometimes I feel you are very far away even when you are right here in front of me.”

Ding Sheng could not read the emotions in Chen An’s eyes, which in turned fanned his curiosity. Though he’d already made up his mind that he would never bring Chen An into danger again, after receiving a call from this man,  he immediately flew from New York to Las Vegas, only to see him.

Ding Sheng could not understand Chen An; he couldn’t even understand himself.

Before he left New York, Houzi remarked, if it was only the guilt, wasn’t he caring too much?

Watching the man next to him, Ding Sheng almost blurted out what he had in mind: I want to get to know you, Uncle Chen.

And he wasn’t sure whether it was his illusion or not, but he felt Chen An kept things from him.

“When have you gained such artistic sentiments?” Chen An said in a smile.

The man’s bright, open smile made Ding Sheng doubt himself: he and Uncle Chen were only friends, how could he expect the other to tell him everything? He must be overthinking.

“Rest assured, Uncle Chen. I will finish the task you gave me, and those traffickers will be dealt with! You stay in the hotel and don’t go anywhere. Don’t worry; I won’t disappoint you.” Ding Sheng make his promise with total confidence.

Ding Sheng wasn’t exactly talking big; people like Ivanov were really tough nuts to crack. To catch them wasn’t that difficult, but to bring the bastard who were involved with many different parties to justice was.

Generally, Ding Sheng’s attention had been focused on firearms smugglers. In order to pay back the debt he owed Chen An, he’d now turned towards the human traffickers——it would only be a walk in the park for Interpol.

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A few years ago, the lead on Red Fox’s daughter ended in Las Vegas. If Chen An thought right, people from the western division must have found her, but reported they did not to the headquarter.

Truth will come out. With the help of Ding Sheng, this member of the Interpol who had connections as well as power, Chen An got information about the girl without the slightest effort.

“That gang in South Asia had started to abduct and smuggle Asian women and kids to American over a decade ago. Now the police has mastered the evidence of their crimes. Uncle An, rest assured, I will take care of those despicable human traffickers.”

As soon as he had results, Ding Sheng came to tell Chen An the good news in excitement. In addition, he also brought something Chen An wanted.

For the past years, the human traffic gang recorded which kid was sold to which buyer at what price, and Chen An would like to have those records.

“Thank you, Ding Sheng.” Chen An didn’t expect such an old case could be cracked so quickly. While noting the remarkable speed at which Ding Sheng solved the case, Chen An handed the files he brought to Chen Yang, to ‘put in order’.

To put in order of course means to look for the daughter of the Red Fox.

“Uncle Chen, I’ve only done my duty. Those traffickers destroy many a happy family to gain profit; they are the scum of society. They deserve what they got, and when they die, they will all go to hell!”

Since he entered Interpol, Ding Sheng had focused on arms trafficking; he knew about human trafficking but had not been personally involved. This time, to help Chen An, he got to know the despicable deeds of these traffickers.

“We are all human beings; why are those people worse than the devil?”

He’d been busily running around for the past few days to solve this case, now that it’s done, he felt relaxed. He didn’t have the heart to ask Chen An when he was leaving, but he had a hunch that it wouldn’t be long.

Before the man left the United States, Ding Sheng wanted to talk with him, and get to know him, as much as possible.

“Right. These people should go to hell.” Chen An nodded in agreement.

After talking about the human traffickers, Ding Sheng switched the topic to firearms smugglers. Without knowing the real identity of Chen An, he cursed, “And the firearms smugglers, they are only more despicable compared with the human traffickers!”

“A notable firearms dealer like Ivanov, people have no idea how many guns or bullets he sell each day, and how many people die under the weapons he sold. These people shall burn in hell sooner or later,” after a slight pause, Ding Sheng added, “and that damned Chen Chang’an!”

Chen An pricked up his ears; it was the first time he heard his name mentioned by Ding Sheng.

“Who is this person that has a similar name to mine?” He asked, feigning ignorance.

“He wasn’t like you at all. Uncle Chen, you are a good man; that Chen Chang’an was a total scoundrel. In the past decades, wherever there was war or conflict, he would be there. Do you know the most shameless thing I’ve ever heard him say?” Ding Sheng made a sardonic grin, and mocked the Old Fox right in front of Chen An, “he said, even if he didn’t sell weapons, other people would do, so why not do it himself?”

Chen An could only reserve his bitter laugh to himself; he did say it though, and what he said was true.

Yet Ding Sheng’s mocking and attack had only just begun; what followed made it hard for Chen An to laugh.

“You see how shameless this man was? He could sell firearms if the others did? In that logic, if others robbed or killed, he could too.” Ding Sheng remarked coldly, “I heard his beloved brother was killed by the weapons he sold; in the end, he also died under the same bullets that he trafficked!”

“Chen Chang’an only knew he was devastated when his brother died, why didn’t he think how many people lost their loved ones in the war? He wasn’t the only one who had family,” Ding Sheng turned to Chen An and continued, “if you ask me, I’d say it served him right!”

“These arms traffickers caused thousands to lose their family and their homes. They in turn will taste the bitter fruit that they themselves grew, like other victims of war.”

“It’s like a curse: they will lose their family and their own lives in the race for profit; people around them will die because of the weapons they sold. It is fate; there is justice in the world after all. They might think themselves impervious for the moment; they won’t be in the long run.”

After having this outburst, Ding Sheng felt much better. But color seemed to have drained from the face of the man beside him. Ding Sheng asked in concern, “are you okay, Uncle Chen?”

Chen An said with a forced smile, “Yeah, I’m okay. The wind is a bit strong on the balcony; let’s go inside.”