The minivan drove away from the flower beach in Xixiang, left the pig cage, and stopped in front of the Baishiling Refugee Camp.
"In order to save myself, whether these kidnappers escaped from the refugee camp or not, I will ask for proof. You will guard them in the car."
Jiang Jiahao jumped out of the pickup truck, casually took off the gauze hanging around his neck, lifted the bandage, looked at the wound, and put on his coat.
He told Buck Yasu to wait in the car, then raised his hands in the air, pretending to be harmless, and approached the Baishiling Refugee Camp.
"Brother Zhang, it's me."
"Hao Zai, are you here to pick someone up again?"
"Brother Zhang, I have something to ask you. Can you lend me a moment to speak?"
Approaching the Baishiling Refugee Camp, Jiang Jiahao waved to Zhang Xinhua and his companions and approached them with a smile.
Before the polite words started, they were given a red envelope of 200 yuan each for sealing fee, which made the two of them smile happily.
"Come with me."
Signaling his companions to go on duty, Zhang Xinhua took Jiang Jiahao to the duty room and took the initiative to light a cigarette for him.
Jiang Jiahao was smoking a cigarette, casually took the pencil on the table, and drew three head sketches on the paper.
"Brother Zhang, are these three people from your refugee camp?"
"Okay, Hao Zai, you can also draw. You're pretty good at it."
Zhang Xinhua took the sketch and looked through it, shaking his head slightly: "Hao Zai, you also know that there are countless refugees in the Baishiling Refugee Camp. I can't possibly know everyone, right?"
"What do you want with them, my friend?"
"Not friends, but they mean a lot to me."
Jiang Jiahao took out a holy book from his pocket, patted it in Zhang Xinhua's hand, and then patted Zhang Xinhua's shoulder.
"Brother Zhang, if you can't remember this person, then find a colleague with a good memory to help me confirm whether they are from the refugee camp. Just treat it as a brother who owes you a favor."
"Hao Zai, you actually gave me a difficult problem, just wait!"
Zhang Xinhua’s handful of great holy books, there are actually twenty of them?
Two thousand yuan just to get some news? Zhang Xinhua took a deep look at Jiang Jiahao and plunged into the refugee camp.
The wait was excruciating. About half an hour later, Zhang Xinhua brought a guard who looked like a black man and introduced him to Jiang Jiahao.
"This is the guard inside. He has confirmed that these three people are indeed refugees here, but they escaped a week ago."
"Ask him about the specific situation."
After saying that, Zhang Xinhua wisely left the duty room, leaving the space for the two of them.
Jiang Jiahao looked at the ferocious guy in front of him, feeling a slight headache. In his memory, the guard in front of him was known as the Black-faced Rakshasa, and he was one of the top bullies in the Baishiling Refugee Camp.
Without thinking, Jiang Jiahao directly took out five holy books and handed them respectfully into the hands of the black-faced Rakshasa, trying to keep his expression as calm as possible.
The black-faced Rakshasa had long since forgotten that there had ever been someone like Jiang Jiahao in the refugee camp.
When he saw Jiang Jiahao come up and give him a red envelope without saying a word, the evil aura on his body suddenly weakened a lot, and he forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Hua Zai has already told me about your affairs, so feel free to ask whatever you want."
Jiang Jiahao took the sketch on the table and handed it to the black-faced Rakshasa and said.
"I have two questions I would like to ask. First, when these three Nanyang people escaped before, who else, approximately how many people, escaped with them?"
"Secondly, are there any friends or rivals of theirs in the refugee camp now?"
Taking out the cigarette case and pouring out two cigarettes, Jiang Jiahao took the initiative to light a cigarette for the black-faced Rakshasa, gesturing for him to recall slowly.
The black-faced Rakshasa frowned and thought for a moment, then said, "If I remember correctly, there were a total of eighteen people who escaped with them that day, all from Nanyang, both men and women."
"When I was counting people, I found five burnt corpses near the barbed wire fence. Four women and one man. Their faces couldn't be seen clearly. They should be five of the eighteen people."
"I don't know if these three people have any friends in the refugee camp. They are sworn enemies. You can just catch a few of them casually."
It's easy to get money to do things. Five hundred yuan is six or seven months' salary for a black-faced Rakshasa. It's just asking for some information, and he is quite cooperative.
Jiang Jiahao frowned and thought for a moment, then spoke again: "Can you trouble me, brother, to think about the names of those who escaped?"
"Also, their sworn enemies, pick out a few of the ones with the worst relationships for me, and just tell me their names."
After saying this, Jiang Jiahao took out five more holy books and handed them to the black-faced Rakshasa.
"It's easy to say, let me think about it."
After just a few words, he made a thousand yuan, and the smile on the black-faced Rakshasa's face became more and more ferocious.
He took the pencil, kept recalling the names of several Nanyang people, wrote a few on the straw, and handed it to Jiang Jiahao.
"I have managed too many refugees and it is impossible to remember all their names, but I am certain that the names of these three people are definitely correct."
"Sorry, brother, if someone comes to inquire about these three people later, please don't say you have seen me."
Jiang Jiahao hugged his fists at the black-faced Rakshasa and inadvertently revealed the tattoo with the word "花tan" on his arm, which made the black-faced Rakshasa's smile become even more ferocious.
"Don't worry, use money to do things, I understand the rules!"
The black-faced Rakshasa left, and Zhang Xinhua came in with a cigarette in his mouth, leaning against the door frame with a smile, holding his shoulders.
He saw Jiang Jiahao hand over a note and glanced at the name on it: "You go to the back door and wait, I'll transfer someone."
At the back entrance of the refugee camp, Jiang Jiahao was pacing in place. After a while, the iron door opened and Zhang Xinhua pushed several refugees out.
Jiang Jiahao counted ten people in total.
"Hao Zai, these people are the thorns here. Be careful of backstabbing."
With one kick per person, Zhang Xinhua kicked all ten refugees to the ground and pulled off their hoods.
Seven men and three women, all from Nanyang.
Suddenly someone took off their hoods, and several Nanyang people quickly moved closer, pretending to be defensive, and leaned back to back.
They looked around suspiciously, and finally looked at Jiang Jiahao.
The leader, a man with muscles comparable to Stallone, spoke in an angry voice: "You picked us out?"
Zhang Xinhua carried the hemp rope back to the refugee camp. Jiang Jiahao stood there and looked at the people. He saw them twisting their wrists and necks, staring at him with fierce expressions, and grinned.
"That's right. I picked you up just to ask you a few questions. The answers satisfy me. If you want to leave, I won't stop you."
"Of course, each of you spent three hundred yuan on me, which adds up to three thousand yuan. If you work for me in the future, I will naturally be happy."
"Chao, don't think that we will be grateful to you if you take us out."
"If you want us to sacrifice our lives for you, you deserve it!"
"Brother, let's go and ignore this dickhead."
In the crowd, a bald young man looked at Jiang Jiahao with disdain on his face and was about to leave.
The next second, the muzzle of Black Star's gun in Jiang Jiahao's hand was pressed against his head, scaring him so much that he couldn't move.
"I said, I brought you out to ask questions. If you answer them to my satisfaction, I'll let you go."
"If you want to play tricks, ask if this gun will agree."
Jiang Jiahao opened the safety cover, and the young man was so frightened that he knelt on the ground with a plop, trembling all over.
Jiang Jiahao glanced at the remaining people present, and finally looked at the strong man at the head: "What's your name?"
The strong man answered in a loud voice: "My name is Chen Fei. If you want to ask anything, just ask."
"Chen Fei, right? I know you don't deal with Duan Li and Huang Yi. He kidnapped my people. I want to find them in the shortest possible time."
"You help me find them, and I'll give you a thousand yuan each and give you your freedom!"
Turning off the safety, Jiang Jiahao pinned Black Star to his waist, turned around and left.
Chen Fei kept staring at Jiang Jiahao's back, pulled up the kneeling young man, and looked back at his companion.
After exchanging a few words in local dialects, the group followed Jiang Jiahao from a distance.
