Pristine Darkness

Chapter 117

Translator: shl

Editor/ Proofreader: Anks

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Jian Yao's impression of Zheng Chen was of a young man who was taciturn, arrogant, and somewhat childish. More like a stubborn big kid than a leader in a criminal gang. They had not interacted much in the past few days. Yet, he had come.

Zheng Chen said, "I want a word with the two of them."

The gangster standing guard felt very awkward, "Zheng ge, this is against procedure, Boss has ordered . . ."

"Boss isn't here, and I'm just going to talk to them," Zheng Chen interrupted impatiently.

The gang member didn't say anything else.

It was briefly quiet outside the door before Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao heard Zheng Chen's voice once again. "Are the two of you really police officers?"

Jian Yao looked at Bo Jinyan. He rubbed his chin lightly and said, in a resonant voice, "Whether we are or not is no longer important. Buddha's Hand believes that we are."

Zheng Chen fell silent for a heartbeat. Then, he said, "But, the two of you always deceived us."

Bo Jinyan laughed self-deprecatingly. "It was just part of the job."

Jian Yao simply sat quietly watching him banter with Zheng Chen. After a while, she heard Zheng Chen ask, "Do the two of you have any last wish? I will do my best to fulfil it."

As soon as these words were spoken, even Bo Jinyan was slightly startled.

Jian Yao said, "Thank you, Zheng Chen."

Bo Jinyan said, "Many thanks, but we have lived without shame, and we die without complaints. We, as husband and wife, don't have any last wishes."

There was a long stretch of silence outside the door before the low chatter of the gang members was heard. Thus, Bo Jinyan and Jian Yao realised that Zheng Chen had left a long time ago.

Of course, this scene, and every word spoken by the three of them, had been seen and heard by Song Kun. He looked through the infrared binoculars and saw Zheng Chen walk into the distance. The corners of his mouth lifted up in a small smile.

"Call Zheng Chen here," he said to his subordinate.

Zheng Chen arrived very quickly. When he walked into the room and saw everything, he froze.

Without even turning back to look at him, Song Kun lit a cigarette and said, "You're too softhearted towards them."

Zheng Chen replied, "They don't act like the police. You've said it yourself previously, police officers won't act like him, with an exaggerated opinion of himself* and flaunting it."

*不知天高地厚 (bi zhi tian gao di hou) - lit. not knowing the immensity of heaven and earth; fig. an exaggerated opinion of one's own abilities.

Song Kun said, "What if I were to kill them?"

Zheng Chen hesitated before replying, "Then, kill them. You must have your reasons for making your decision."

Song Kun smiled, took a cigarette from the table drawer and tossed it to him before asking, "What about the others?"

Zheng Chen answered, "When I came over, I saw Qin Sheng playing cards with some others, and Zhao Kun was asleep on the sofa."

Song Kun's lips twitched. He sat down once more, one hand on the rifle and the other holding the binoculars. He said, coolly, "Very soon, we'll know for sure who the police officer is."