[The Tragic Chronicles of a Wealthy Family - Continued] Chapter 157

【The Tragic Tale of a Wealthy Family - Continued】
Author: Zeng Jiu
First published on December 5, 2014
Word Count: 7200157
As
evening fell, a Toyota SUV, a common sight in the mountains, sped along the highway outside Mianbo,
winding its way into Suwen's villa. Dressed casually, Pinong got out of the car, cautiously looked around, lit
a cigarette, took a deep drag, and deliberately slowed his pace towards the villa's gate.
Just as he stepped onto the stairs, the gate opened, and Suwen appeared at the entrance. He had received a call from Pinong
and was waiting for him there. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, they went inside together.
A short while later, a specially modified SUV emerged from the villa's underground garage and, under the cover of darkness
, drove into the mountains.
A-Jian was driving, with Pinong beside him. He had changed into mountain attire, and although it
was already dark, he still wore sunglasses, obscuring most of his face. Behind his sunglasses, his brows were furrowed
, his face somber.
The engine hummed low as the car sped along the mountain road. Both Ah Jian, driving, and Pinong, sitting beside him, remained
silent, their expressions heavy with worry.
Pinong had urgently contacted Suwen that afternoon, asking him to arrange for him to meet Long Kun that very night. Today's events
had taken him far beyond his expectations. He had initially thought it was just a common farce of drug dealers exchanging accusations and betrayals, but
it had unexpectedly escalated to the point of claiming over a dozen lives, and more importantly, it had dragged in the behemoth that was Thailand. This was clearly
far beyond his control, and he was beginning to sense a threat that could cost him his life and fortune
. He had to see Long Kun immediately and ascertain his background.
After receiving the lieutenant's report at noon, Pinong drove straight to the border patrol boat base in Miaobo. When he arrived,
he saw his men berthing the bullet-riddled tugboat T82 at the dock.
He jumped out of the vehicle and rushed onto the tugboat T82, immediately enveloped by a strong stench of blood.
The situation was identical to that on T69; the deck was littered with shards of glass and bloodstains, and
a bloodied corpse lay slumped inside the wheelhouse. Several soldiers stood guard on the fore and aft decks, and they all made way for
him upon seeing Penon.
The lieutenant hurriedly came to meet him from the aft deck, saluted, and whispered a report to Penon that three
bodies had been found in the hold, all killed by gunshot wounds.
Penon asked the lieutenant if drugs had been found, and the lieutenant shook his head, saying, "We just docked; we haven't had time to
search yet."
Penon ordered an immediate search of all the tugboat's compartments, and also ordered that the bodies in the compartments be photographed for evidence and moved
to the deck. He gave orders as he walked towards the aft deck. The lieutenant followed behind him, and according to his instructions,
ordered the soldiers to open the drinking water tank covers. Shining a powerful flashlight down, they indeed found a metallic reflection deep within the water tank
.
Penon relaxed slightly and ordered his men to quickly take photos and remove the contents of the cabin. Just then,
a commotion arose from the foredeck. Penon went over to investigate and saw that the bodies in the cabin had already been moved onto the deck
; four bloodied corpses were neatly arranged on the deck.
Penon frowned upon seeing them. Three of the four corpses were like those on T69,
with fair skin and typical T-country features. The other corpse, however, was strikingly different:
dark skin, large bones, and a short, stocky build—clearly a local mountain dweller.
A thought struck Penon, and he immediately ordered his soldiers to search the deceased's clothing for clues to identify them
. To his surprise, identification documents were found on all the deceased. The unusual deceased
was indeed from Daxi Town, B-country, named Bangan.
Penon held the identification documents in his hand, examining them thoughtfully for a long time. Just as he was about to speak, a lieutenant
approached with a secure telephone. Pinon answered the phone and heard
a report from the sergeant in charge of inspecting the T53 tugboat. Sure enough, they had also found drugs on the T53 tugboat—twenty
sealed metal boxes, initially estimated at about two hundred kilograms.
Pinon hurriedly asked if there were any survivors on the T53 tugboat. The sergeant reported that there were none, only
three corpses, all killed by gunshot wounds. And, consistent with their previous findings, all three corpses
had identification, indicating they were Thai nationals.
Pinon gasped. He realized this was a serious matter.
Eleven bodies had been found so far, none alive, and most were Thai nationals. Even with evidence proving they were trafficking
drugs, the pressure of dying at his own hands was immense.
After hanging up the phone, Pinon thought for a moment and ordered the lieutenant to immediately send a boat to tow T53 and T69 to the boat base.
He also instructed the shore to arrange for the bodies to be removed and temporarily stored at the Mienpo Hospital pending further examination.
All the deceased's identification documents were immediately sent to the river defense unit's camp. The drugs on the boats were centrally stored at the boat base
and placed under strict guard.
Having arranged all this, Pinon, without even eating, quickly drove back to the camp. Upon entering, he went straight to
his office. By then, the identification documents for the deceased on T53 and T69 had arrived. Pinon had
the information compiled and immediately sent to his superiors to verify their identities. Then
, he dictated a report, which his subordinates transcribed, and urgently sent to Army Headquarters, the Police Headquarters, and the Border Control
Bureau, reporting the shocking case that had occurred on the border river that day.
He had to handle things meticulously, because the responsibility was far too great
for a mere major border guard officer like himself. Even so, he was still uneasy. He
managed to steal a moment to call Suwen, telling her he absolutely had to see Long Kun that evening.
He didn't finish arranging everything until almost dinnertime. Just as he was instructing someone to prepare some food
to fill his rumbling stomach, the results of the border and river navigation management department's investigation arrived: the ten
deceased from T country were all boatmen who regularly transported goods on the border river, none of them had prior criminal records, while the B country man named Bangan was indeed...
He was a resident of Daxi Town, but ever since Interpol began tracking Deng Min there, Bangan had also disappeared
. Everyone in Daxi Town knew he was Deng Min's subordinate, and his name was on the wanted list.
Seeing this, Pinong sighed inwardly. It was clear now; this was definitely Long Kun
's doing. He obviously considered Deng Min his mortal enemy. But he was too ruthless, taking over
a dozen lives and dragging Pinong into it. No wonder he gave him such a large sum of money. Now
it was too late for regrets.
While Pinong was still sighing, the lieutenant brought dinner and new information:
two more bodies of T countrymen had been found downstream, also killed by gunshot. Their identities had been sent for verification; according to witnesses at the scene
, they were boatmen who regularly worked on the border river.
Thirteen lives lost in broad daylight! This was completely different from secretly getting hands on a female anti-drug policewoman like Manfeng and locking her up in
a dark, sunless cell to play with at will. Pinong's heart pounded with unease. He quickly ate
a few mouthfuls of food, gave the lieutenant a few instructions, and hurriedly drove off. Tomorrow at dawn, he would definitely be
in the eye of the storm. He had to see Long Kun immediately, he had to know what he was up to, and whether
there were any further plans.
When Pinong snapped out of his chaotic thoughts, the SUV had already quietly stopped in
the dilapidated courtyard deep in the mountains. Pinong got out of the car and
strode towards the seemingly crumbling farmhouse at the foot of the mountain. A-Jian parked the car and followed closely behind.
At the door, someone was already waiting, leading Pinong and A-Jian through a dark, long passage into
a luxurious living room deep underground. As soon as Pinon entered, Long Kun, who was sitting on the sofa, quickly stood up, took two
steps forward, and warmly greeted him by taking his hand.
Pinon, however, was unmoved by Long Kun's enthusiasm, his face stiff as he asked dryly, "Boss Long,
you were the one who caused trouble on the river today, weren't you?"
Long Kun seemed to have anticipated Pinon's displeasure, and instead of answering directly, chuckled and said, "This time,
Deng Min is in for a rough time."
Pinon sighed, full of resentment, and said, "Thirteen lives, boss! You've gotten yourself into a huge mess, you
know? Of all people to mess with, you had to target the T country's ship. Thirteen lives, do you think they'll let this go?
You..." "I don't know, T country isn't like those cowards in WY city, nor is it like that rabble across the river
. Do you think you, my brother, can handle them, or can I? If we can't handle them, why
should we provoke them? This matter could leave us both in deep trouble!"
Long Kun listened to Pinong's venting with a smile. After he finished, he wasn't angry. He pulled him to sit on the sofa,
handed him a glass of wine, clinked glasses with him, took a big gulp, and said, shaking his head, "Brother, you're right."
"We can't afford to offend any of them. Not only can we not afford to offend them, but Dengmin is the same. Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor.
Who do you think they'll go after for this?"
Long Kun's words startled Pinon. Before he could speak, Long Kun continued, "Brother, you were just following a tip-off and conducting
a routine drug bust, right? You shouted to stop them, and when they didn't obey, you fired the gun, right? You found
contraband on the ship, right?"
Faced with Long Kun's barrage of questions, Pinon's eyes widened. Judging from his tone, he seemed to have been present at
the scene. It seemed that today's events were indeed orchestrated by him. Seeing Long Kun's aggressive attitude, Pinon
suddenly deflated. He leaned back on the sofa, picked up his drink, and downed it in one gulp.
Long Kun patted his shoulder reassuringly, "Don't worry, brother. You have the evidence. It's your duty
. No matter who it is, they can't do anything to you. Speaking of which, you're a hero. Half a ton of high-purity No. 4!
My grandmother is heartbroken!"
At this point, Long Kun glanced at Pinong's displeased expression, took out a small piece of paper, and placed it
in Pinong's hand, saying, "This is from WY's most famous lawyer. If anyone tries to cause you trouble, just go to him
. He'll take care of you. I've already paid you in full."
Pinong picked up the paper, glanced at it quickly, carefully folded it, and put it in his pocket. Seeing Pinong's
action, Long Kun smiled secretly. He stood up, took Pinong's hand, and said, "Alright, better late than never
. The brothers are having a good time inside. Come join in and cleanse yourselves of the bad luck outside." With that, he pulled
Pinong towards the large iron gate at the end of the hall.
Upon entering, Pinon was immediately engulfed in a frenzied uproar. The people in the hall were half-
naked or even completely naked, and the air was thick with a pungent, fishy smell, giving him the illusion of being in a public bathhouse.
Not far from the entrance, on a large sofa, sat a burly, red-faced man, completely naked
, his chest covered in thick chest hair. He leaned back comfortably, and
between his two thick, spread legs knelt a woman with her hands cuffed behind her back, a shapely figure, also completely naked
, desperately sucking on the man's thick, dark penis with audible sucking.
The woman's eyes were slightly closed, her white body swaying rhythmically back and forth, her large, white breasts
bouncing with each movement. She was sucking on a large, thick penis, licking it with ecstatic abandon, a layer of
white frost clinging to her lips, two glistening strands of saliva hanging from her chin, dripping onto her full, high breasts, completely oblivious to her.
Seeing this woman's submissive demeanor, Pinon's lips curled into a smirk. She was none other than
Mrs. Hong, who had long since become Pinon's plaything. However, when he saw three men sitting neatly in a row on the nearby sofa,
also completely naked, legs spread wide, waiting in line, he couldn't help but frown.
But Pinon's attention was immediately drawn to the commotion on the other side. A large group of shirtless men were gathered in the center of the hall
, excitedly shouting and yelling. Pinon walked closer and
his eyes widened in shock.
In the center of the crowd stood a rough wooden door frame. The gantry was small, only shoulder-high,
and the distance between the two thick uprights was only two shoulder widths. The crossbeam, however, was quite long, extending
far beyond the uprights at both ends.

The most eye-catching sight was a young woman, completely naked, 　　suspended from a small frame by thick hemp rope . The woman was tall and slender, her smooth body curvaceous, her round, white buttocks and
full, high breasts a sight to behold. Her legs were spread wide, tightly bound to
the uprights on either side of the frame. Her arms were outstretched, her wrists bound tightly to the ends of the frame's crossbeams with stiff hemp rope. Because
the frame wasn't high, the woman had to bend over, her large, round, white buttocks sticking up high behind the frame
, while her head hung low in front of the frame, her face completely obscured by her thick, flowing hair
.
Behind the woman's protruding buttocks stood a tall, burly man, also
completely naked. Strangely, the man had a cane under his right arm, his right leg was crookedly
touching the ground, his left hand was pressing hard on the woman's bare waist, and a thick, hard penis was thrusting
between her spread, plump thighs with vigorous, labored thrusting.
Pi Nong recognized the lame man as Long Kun's younger brother, Meng Chong. The woman beneath him, though her face
was obscured by thick, flowing hair, her familiar naked body and heart-pounding breathing
clearly told him that it was none other than Man Feng, the female narcotics officer whom the police on both sides of the border river, along with the UN Office on Drugs and Crime and Interpol,
had been searching for in vain.
As Mengchong thrust into her, the two naked bodies collided with rhythmic slapping sounds. With
each thrust, specks of sticky fluid splattered, covering Manfeng's plump, white thighs in a sticky
mess, with long strands of fluid hanging down to the ground. A large, wet patch of fluid had already accumulated between her parted legs
. Listening to her weak, panting breaths and seeing the sweat covering her body and her limp
neck, it seemed she had been bound and hung here for gang rape for quite some time.
Looking at the no fewer than twenty jubilant men in the room, a hint of doubt welled up in Pinong's heart. He knew that
Manfeng was Long Kun's most prized possession, and he usually only used her to entertain his closest subordinates, most
important partners, and guests, such as himself and Dengmin, and of course, Mengchong as well.
Long Kun did indeed use Manfeng's body to reward his meritorious subordinates, but that was extremely rare. Even with
Madam Hong, whom he didn't value so much, he only occasionally gave her to a few subordinates as a treat. He had never seen
Long Kun use these two of his most precious women to reward a dozen or twenty subordinates at the same time.
As Pinong was wondering, he heard Mengchong, panting heavily, shout into the crowd, "Come
... come over here, don't let Fengnu's hole be idle!"
Before he finished speaking, a short, stocky man squeezed out of the crowd, frantically pulling off his
only pair of dirty underwear, grabbing Manfeng's waterfall-like hair, lifting her
sweat-stained, pale face, and shoving his already erect penis to her lips.
Manfeng gasped pitifully, slightly raising her eyelids, seeing the bulging, veiny penis before her. She
took a deep breath, her tender tongue licking her chapped lips. She closed her eyes, opened her small mouth, and
swallowed the stinky penis, sucking on it with gurgling sounds.
The short, stocky man, while repeatedly thrusting his wet penis, licked by Manfeng, deep into her throat,
grinned obsequiously at Mengchong opposite him: "Brothers, you're benefiting from Brother Chong's generosity! Working with Brother Long is so much better
!" He suddenly noticed Long Kun standing to the side, immediately stopped talking, and
continued thrusting with a silly grin.
Long Kun didn't seem annoyed; instead, a smug smile appeared on his lips as he watched Manfeng, caught in the crossfire of two large men,
looking utterly disheveled. A loud shout came from behind. Pi Nong turned around and saw that the red-faced man
had ejaculated into Mrs. Hong's mouth. Mrs. Hong was swallowing, moving her naked body to a
man waiting with his legs spread apart.
Pinong's heart skipped a beat; he understood. This group was probably Long Kun's newly assigned crew for Mengchong. To
ensure their unwavering loyalty, they were naturally going to put in a lot of effort.
At that moment, Mengchong let out a muffled roar, his massive body pressing firmly against Manfeng's white buttocks, remaining motionless. Manfeng
's muscles tensed, her legs trembling slightly. After a while, Mengchong, leaning on his crutch, lifted his buttocks and
took a step back. A large amount of thick, white fluid immediately flowed down between Manfeng's parted legs, instantly
forming a puddle on the ground.
Mengchong limped away from behind Manfeng, and several burly men immediately crowded around him.
Mengchong turned his head and saw Long Kun and Pinong. He immediately waved and shouted, "Wait a minute, don't
rush. We have guests who have come from afar. Let the Major have his fill first. Fengnu isn't going anywhere today; he's staying here
to reward everyone. The brothers have all worked hard today, so everyone gets a share. No one is allowed to take anything!" He winked at Pinong
and gestured for him to proceed.
Looking at the restless crowd that was retreating slightly and at the pairs of lustful eyes, Pinong suddenly recalled
the small cargo ship on the border river that had followed the T-series fleet but turned away after hearing his shout. His heart
skipped a beat, and an involuntary thought surged into his mind: Damn it, was it Mengchong and his gang who did what happened on the border river during the day ? Their actions had caused a huge uproar, delivering 　　a fatal blow
to Deng Min, Long Kun's greatest enemy .
No wonder Long Kun was willing to offer them both of his most sought-after women as a reward, letting
so many of them have sex with him at the same time.
Thinking about this, Pinong finally understood what "there's no such thing as a free lunch" meant. Now, Long Kun was
worry-free, but he had also gotten himself into trouble. That box of greenbacks was really a hot potato.
It was too late for regrets now. Pinong simply decided to go all in. He didn't care about anything else;
he'd just enjoy himself for the moment. Since Long Kun wanted to reward Manfeng, the narcotics officer, he would naturally accept.
Thinking this, Pinong, amidst the envious gazes around him, quickly stripped off his clothes, strode
behind Manfeng's high, white buttocks, raised his engorged, iron-like penis, and thrust
it into her still sticky, wet vagina.
Pinong's large hands, tightly pressed against Manfeng's soft waist, clearly felt
the slight trembling of her smooth, warm naked body. Manfeng also clearly realized
the unusual nature of the large penis that had just been inserted into her vagina; her muscles tensed, and Pinong's thick, hard penis
felt involuntary spasms within the hot, wet opening, an electric-like sensation instantly spreading throughout her body.
He secretly gathered his strength, stretched his waist and lifted his hips, pulling the wet penis halfway out, then thrusting forward with a sudden
, sharp sound. The thick, long penis plunged all the way in, and the two naked bodies collided with a
crisp snap.
Manfeng's naked body, bound and suspended from the door frame, trembled violently, and a pitiful groan escaped her throat involuntarily
, but the thick penis was still inserted in her mouth, relentlessly thrusting in and out, and her cry
was immediately muffled.
Pinong gripped Manfeng's broad hips tightly with both hands, his heavy buttocks swaying up and down,
thrusting violently with a series of "plop plop" sounds. Streams of heat instantly coursed through his body, every muscle in his body tensing
, his thick penis like a motor, tirelessly pumping in and
out of Manfeng's slippery, wet opening. Soon, large amounts of sticky fluid flowed down Manfeng's snow-white thighs.
Manfeng's eyes rolled back as Pinong's ferocious penis pounded into her, her pitiful moans and rapid breathing broken and intermittent,
her previously tense body slowly going limp. Suddenly, the short, stocky man standing before her thrust forward
, groaning with pleasure as he reached his climax, then, after a few more thrusts around Manfeng's neck, slowly
withdrew his wet penis from her mouth.
Instantly, a large amount of white fluid gushed from Manfeng's slightly open mouth. She groaned in pain as she
slurped the oozing fluid into her mouth, swallowing it hastily.
With half a mouthful of thick fluid still in her mouth, Pinong behind her suddenly erupted. He gripped Manfeng's
waist tightly with both hands, his hips pressed firmly against her round buttocks, his heavy breathing and groans
causing a volcanic eruption of hot semen to surge into Manfeng's already numb body.
Manfeng's neck went limp, her entire naked body stiffening under the door frame. After a long while, Pinong
took a deep breath, took a half step back, and slowly withdrew his wet penis. Manfeng's bound and suspended body also went limp, hanging like a lifeless piece of white flesh under the door frame. 　　White fluid clung to
her parted legs and lowered cheeks . 　　Pinong slowly moved to the front, grabbed Manfeng's hair, and pulled her face up. Looking down at her, 　　he said, "Officer Manfeng, how was it? Not bad, right?" 　　Manfeng swallowed the thick liquid in her mouth, slightly opened her eyes, and whispered, "Thank you... for the master 　　's reward..." 　　"Ha... don't thank me yet, it's not over!" Saying this, a sticky, fleshy penis was thrust towards Manfeng's lips 　　. 　　Manfeng struggled to lift her heavy eyelids, saw the wet, sticky penis before her, secretly let out a 　　sigh of relief, swallowed the foul-smelling saliva in her mouth, opened her small mouth, and stuck out her frost-covered tongue, hooking the 　　still-erect penis in front of her, and suddenly swallowed it, sucking and licking it with slurping sounds. 　　Seeing this, Meng Chong, standing to the side, beckoned to a burly man standing nearby. The man immediately beamed 　　and ran over, hastily pulling down his underwear, his thick, erect penis thrusting into Man Feng's buttocks 　　. He aimed at her parted thighs and plunged into her swollen, slippery vulva with a soft "plop." Instantly, a stream of white 　　, sticky fluid was squeezed from her purplish-red vagina, trailing long strands onto the ground. 　　(To be continued)

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