782: Chapter 384 Vegetable Thief_1 782: Chapter 384 Vegetable Thief_1 The lady boss rushed out and had barely started driving when she received a call from Cao Tai Huan, saying that Lin Baici had taken Selling Fish Qiang to catch the “vegetable head people.”
“What did you say?”
Han Suying thought she had heard it wrong.
Cao Tai Huan repeated it once more.
“Xiba, if those ‘vegetable head people’ were so easy to catch, their prices would have dropped by now, and they would have beco a delicacy on every household’s dinner table!”
Han Suying’s high heels pressed down hard on the brakes.
Screech!
The SUV ca to an abrupt halt.
Besides weight loss benefits, these ‘vegetable head people’ were also great in taste and texture, combined with their scarce yield, which made them very expensive.
Ordinary citizens could definitely not afford them.
“Boss, the stock is gone, what about tonight’s banquet?”
Cao Tai Huan worried, he had always been in charge of the restaurant’s supplies, so he knew it was impossible to get ‘vegetable head people’ from anywhere else.
Beep!
Beep!
The lady boss didn’t answer but simply hung up the phone, then leaned back in her seat, her right arm covering her eyes.
So tired!
She really wanted to rest!
Might as well take this opportunity to shut down the restaurant!
In the past year or so, Han Suying had faced too many setbacks and was physically and ntally exhausted.
As for Lin Baici going to find ‘vegetable head people’?
She genuinely didn’t think there would be any harvest.
…
dicine Rock Cave, residential area.
The truck stopped in front of a two-story building.
Lin Baici got out of the car, holding a map in his hand, and circled an area with a red crayon.
“It’s up there!”
Selling Fish Qiang pressed the bandage on his head, and blood seeped out again.
“Lead the way!”
Quan Sangin pushed Selling Fish Qiang forward.
“God Lin, how do you plan to catch the ‘vegetable head people’?”
Kim Jinsoo couldn’t figure it out.
“Isn’t that obvious?
Just play the fisherman!”
Quan Sangin chortled, “Do you know about cormorants?
They’re birds that catch fish.
We’re the fishern right now.
We’ll find those ‘Vegetable Thieves’ good at catching ‘vegetable head people,’ gather them up, and catch enough for tonight’s banquet in the shortest ti possible!”
“These people won’t agree, right?”
Kim Jinsoo objected.
“What are your fists for?
Just for wiping your ass?”
Quan Sangin was speechless.
“Damn, I know to use violence to threaten them, but the problem is, we are too few.
How do we control these ‘Vegetable Thieves’?”
Kim Jinsoo thought about it and felt troubled.
‘Vegetable Thieves’ catching ‘vegetable head people’ would definitely have to leave Lin Baici’s side, right?
Unless by pinching their soft spots.
Kim Myungjin listened to Quan Sangin and Kim Jinsoo’s discussion, her brows furrowed, then glanced at Lin Baici again.
She always felt this plan was too low-level; Lin Baici surely wouldn’t have thought this way.
Selling Fish Qiang walked ahead, originally flippant in his attitude, but as he listened to the conversation of the two n behind him, sweat stread down his forehead.
Xiba!
Who were these people?
It seed as though killing and robbing were as common as eating for them!
Where did Han Suying find such violent characters?
Selling Fish Qiang rembered the young man pressing his head underwater with a calm expression; if that hand hadn’t taken at least ten or eight lives, it was impossible to remain so composed.
Xiba!
What if they couldn’t find Song Chengyong, would they kill him to vent their frustration?
Thinking this, Selling Fish Qiang felt his sphincter tighten, his back hunched further down, and with a forced smile, he said, “Big brother, watch out for the steps!”
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Selling Fish Qiang knocked on the door: “Songzi, are you there?
Open the door, big clients have arrived!”
“Selling Fish Qiang?”
A sowhat hoarse voice responded.
Song Chengyong, recognizing a familiar face, didn’t think much, opened the door, and then caught sight of Kim Myungjin.
“Xiba, is this the boss’s female assistant?
What a good figure.”
Song Chengyong was about to greet Selling Fish Qiang when Quan Sangin reached out his long arm, snapped his fingers, and grabbed Song’s neck, pushing him into the room.
“Ugh!”
Song Chengyong was choked, his tongue hanging out, his face showing bewildernt and horror.
He wanted to ask Selling Fish Qiang what was happening, but the grip was too strong to speak.
However, Song Chengyong wasn’t an easy target and didn’t just let people take advantage of him.
He reached behind his back with his left hand, pulling out a switchblade and pressed his thumb against it.
Click!
The sharp blade sprang out, reflecting the sunlight that stread through the window and he stabbed towards Quan Sangin’s arm.
“Seeking death!”
Quan Sangin sneered, his left hand moving faster than the blade, grabbing Song Chengyong’s wrist, and as his body surged forward, his knee shot up, slamming into Song’s abdon.
Song Chengyong’s cheeks puffed out like a toad, a puff of grey mist ca out of his mouth.
“Xiba!”
Quan Sangin hadn’t expected such a move.
Unsure if the mist was toxic, he had no choice but to let go and back off.
Song Chengyong turned and ran.
He didn’t know why these people were after him, but clearly, they were up to no good.
It was best to run away.
However, as Song Chengyong reached the window and was about to jump out, a large hand shot out and grabbed his head.
The Grip of Death!
Song Chengyong was pulled back midair, and as Lin Baici stepped forward to et him, his right fist roared out.
Bang!
Song Chengyong was punched in the stomach, retching a mouthful of stomach acid, and he flew more than ten ters, crashing onto the couch with a thump.
Lin Baici walked over.
“Xiba!”
Selling Fish Qiang was shocked; it turned out that Lin had been holding back the day he hit him!
What was that enormous grabbing hand?
Magic?
“Cough cough, boss, I haven’t offended you, have I?”
Song Chengyong’s face was full of fear.
Lin Baici sat down on the sofa and handed the map and crayon to Song Chengyong, “The ‘vegetable head people’ you recently sold to Selling Fish Qiang, where did you catch them?
Circle the locations on the map!”
“Competing for rice bowls?”
Song Chengyong was taken aback, feeling that these were his peers, but after seeing Lin Baici’s expression, he abandoned the thought.
Just look at his posture; he’s the spitting image of a big shot.
How could he be exposed to the elents working as a Vegetable Thief?
“I’ll circle them now!”
Song Chengyong reached for the map, but as his hand was about to touch it, he quickly withdrew, rubbed his hand vigorously on his trousers, and then took it.
Leaning on the sofa, Lin Baici surveyed the entire room.
It was a ss, with torn stockings on the floor, ladies’ sandals thrown about, and wads of tissue paper…
From the bedroom, Lin Baici heard a woman’s anxious breathing.
“Boss, thirteen in total, all circled!”
Song Chengyong returned the map and the colored pen with both hands.
“A few amateurs suddenly woke up, injured Selling Fish Qiang, and ran off.
Can you tell why the dosage of the anesthetic was not enough?”
Lin Baici looked at Song Chengyong.
“Ah?
They ran?”
Song Chengyong appeared nervous, his eyes darting around: “That shouldn’t be right; we always give the amateurs an overdose of anesthetic!”
“So is there a way to make them wake up prematurely?”
Lin Baici asked again.
“…”
Song Chengyong remained silent because these were trade secrets.
Snap!
Lin Baici snapped his fingers.
Quan Sangin got it in an instant, but Kim Jinsoo was quicker, grabbing Song Chengyong by the hair and began to violently slap his face.
Slap slap slap!
Selling Fish Qiang shrank his neck in.
“Stop hitting , I’ll talk!
If the temperature goes above minus 6 degrees, the amateurs’ tabolism will speed up and they can wake up earlier,”
Song Chengyong pleaded: “It must have been a problem with the refrigeration in my van!”
“Do you think I would believe that?”
Lin Baici chuckled: “Tell , who put you up to this?”
“…”
Song Chengyong didn’t know whether Lin Baici was bluffing.
“Not talking?
No problem, then I’ll treat you as an enemy of the New World!”
Lin Baici smiled faintly: “Would you prefer to be stuffed into an oil drum, cented, and sunk into the sea, or be turned into ‘sashimi’ like an amateur and fed to stray dogs?”
Song Chengyong’s face turned pale.
Lin Baici was just talking, but Quan Sangin would actually do it.
He picked up a switchblade from the floor, ready to cut off Song Chengyong’s fingers one by one; after all, he had ten to play with.
Just as the pinky finger was about to be sliced off, Song Chengyong caved: “It was the boss from Hwanghae who told to do it!”
“Xiba!”
Upon hearing this, Selling Fish Qiang, overco with rage, rushed over and kicked Song Chengyong in the chest: “We’ve cooperated for ten years, and you’d even screw over?”
“Alright, go through the circles you drew and their exact locations again!”
Lin Baici urged.
Quan Sangin had wanted to remind Lin Baici to be cautious of Song Chengyong casually scribbling random circles to deceive him, but it looked like he was worrying too much.
The ticulous Lin Baici would not overlook these details.
Song Chengyong recited it again, and he did not deceive Lin Baici, but he still didn’t trust him.
“Repeat it, and include the features of these amateurs!”
Lin Baici demanded.
Song Chengyong complied obediently.
Five minutes later, Lin Baici was satisfied, got up: “Selling Fish Qiang, I leave him in your care.
If he escapes, you die!”
“Got it?”
Selling Fish Qiang nodded vigorously.
“Good, I’ll have the Boss’s wife give you extra support for your business from now on!”
Lin Baici patted Selling Fish Qiang on the shoulder and went downstairs with the three others.
“Let’s head here!”
After getting in the car, Lin Baici pointed to the nearest circle.
Gripping the steering wheel, Quan Sangin started the truck: “God Lin, why not take that Vegetable Thief with us?”
“Yeah, he’s experienced and familiar with the terrain.”
Kim Jinsoo was puzzled.
“Do you guys think amateurs are stupid?”
First off, the amateurs definitely would be on guard against a Vegetable Thief, and soone like Song Chengyong, after pulling off this job, would probably be a familiar face to the amateurs by now.
Lin Baici didn’t want to spook them.
“So how are we going to catch the amateurs?”
Quan Sangin was worried.
Once the amateurs wore human skins as disguise, ordinary people couldn’t tell them apart; it required the unique skills of a Vegetable Thief.
“You’ll know when the ti cos!”
Lin Baici rubbed his nose.
Pressured for ti, Quan Sangin drove the truck at breakneck speed, and twenty minutes later, they arrived at the first red circle.
It was a residential building with many illegal tal sheds on the roof.
Lin Baici got out of the car, determined his location, and went upstairs.
Room 205!
“Block the view!”
Lin Baici commanded.
Kim Myungjin and Kim Jinsoo imdiately stood in front of the door.
Lin Baici, holding the Bronze Sword, thrust forcefully, and the sharp blade, as if slicing through tofu, easily penetrated and then cut open the door lock.
Lin Baici pushed the door and entered.
The room inside was very ssy, with clear signs of hurriedly packed luggage in flight.
This ant that the amateur who lived here returned after escaping from the seafood market because there were so belongings at ho that needed to be taken.
Lin Baici activated A Sip of A Hundred Flavors.
All sorts of chaotic scents rushed into his nostrils.
Disgusting!
Lin Baici frowned.
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