Now, there were only two paths laid before Song Heping—
One was to directly take action.
Of course, Brother Dabiao and his n only had knives at most, and in this room, Song Heping was confident he could take them down if he laid hands on them.
At the very least, it would be simple to capture the ringleader first in order to catch all his followers.
Compared to those Arican Green Berets in the jungles of Colombia, these punks were absolutely kindergarten level; they could intimidate ordinary people, but they couldn't scare a killing god like Song Heping, a Special Soldier.
However, swords and knives do not have eyes, and a real fight would certainly draw blood, which would an breaking the law.
That was definitely not the outco Song Heping wanted.
Having returned to his holand, he was already quite worried that his identity might cause trouble; the more low-profile he could be, the better, just to finish his business, et his family, and head back to South Arica to arrange arms deals.
If he alerted the local police, and it wasn't even his own issue, the entire "Musician" company's business would be impacted.
If it had been right after his discharge, Song Heping probably would have taken action.
But these past few years had matured him.
Since he couldn't take action, there was only a second path.
That was to pay the money.
Spend money to avoid disaster; just accept the bad luck.
If money could solve the problem, then it was a small issue.
Especially since now over two million RMB was truly not a large sum for Song Heping—it was only three hundred thousand US dollars, right?
That wasn't even more than a month's dividend.
Nevertheless, the innate temperant of a soldier within him made it impossible for Song Heping to bow his head to the few nobodies before him.
A man shouldn't be killed by holding his pee in.
Song Heping quickly thought of a third path.
He glanced at Lao Gao, who had completely lost hope, and said to Brother Dabiao, who was feeling good and thought he held all the cards, "You guys do this usurious lending for money, I don't want to preach the good and evil of it here, but if you push soone to death, they can't pay you back when they're dead."
He paused, then continued, "Two million, if you accept, I'll pay; if not, I turn around and walk out."
Having said that, he pointed toward the doorway.
Brother Dabiao did not imdiately respond.
He weighed the decision over and over in his mind.
There was a mont when he quite admired the young man before him.
He also felt an aura about this person, as though he wasn't soone to be trifled with.
But looking at his attire, it didn't seem like anything special.
So, he couldn't help but ask, "Kid, what exactly do you do for a living? Are you teaching how to do my job?"
Song Heping didn't bother with pleasantries, glancing at Lao Gao he added, "I was his high school classmate; I do a bit of business overseas, and just heard about this today after coming back. I have no ties with Lao Gao, I'm just ddling on account of old school ties."
A very straightforward answer.
Song Heping did not lie, but he did hide his true identity.
If Brother Dabiao really knew what business the man in front of him was in, and what he had done, he'd probably pee himself.
"Alright!"
After a full minute of consideration, Brother Dabiao decided it was best to take the money and run.
That's life in the underworld.
It's all about the money.
No need to actually drive soone to death.
Moreover, with one million as the principal, getting back two million was better than robbery.
That was a hundred percent profit—a hefty return even in the loan sharking business.
"How will you give the money?"
That was now his main concern.
"Give an account number, and I'll have the money transferred to your account," Song Heping said, deciding to take Lao Gao with him imdiately, not wanting Brother Dabiao and his n to linger any longer.
International transfers to dostic accounts could be fast, within a day, or slow, taking up to three days, but Song Heping had a better way, probably taking care of it within an hour or two.
And that thod was through an underground money house.
As a company involved in international arms and defense deals, Ferrari had long established shell companies for "Musician" Defense around the world and even set up investnt firms for laundering money.
For soone like him, the workings of international underground money houses were extrely familiar—a master of the art of money laundering.
And with the help of Henry, a forr British intelligence agent, transferring money to the dostic account was extrely easy.
Once everything was arranged overseas with US dollars, the underground money house inside the country would directly deposit RMB into Brother Dabiao's account.
This thod was exceptionally fast, although the service cost a bit more.
Song Heping didn't care.
Now, the priority was to handle the situation quickly and get rid of these people.
As for the money spent—
Song Heping already had a plan—He would retrieve every penny.
"I'll leave as soon as the money is transferred to this account," he said.
Brother Dabiao picked up a piece of paper from the table and scribbled down an account number and na.
Song Heping picked it up and examined it while Brother Dabiao reminded him, "Kid, you better not try any tricks, or you'll be done for."
Song Heping couldn't be bothered to respond to him.
These vermin would soon get what was coming to them.
As for people like Brother Dabiao, there was nothing to say—action was all that was needed.
"Fine, you just wait," he replied.
After speaking, he took out his phone and walked out of the office, through the corridor, and ca to a window at the end where he started to call Ferrari.
A thug in the office sneakily peeked out of the room to watch what Song Heping was doing.
He quickly returned to the office.
Brother Dabiao asked, "Is that kid still around?"
The underling answered, "He's over by the window, making a call."
Brother Dabiao said, "Keep an eye on him, see what he's saying, whether he's calling the cops or playing gas. If he is, drag him back here and teach him a lesson."
The underling was about to continue watching from the door then paused, adding, "Boss, that kid seems to be speaking English..."
Brother Dabiao suddenly froze: "What did you say?"
The underling repeated, "He's speaking English..."
Brother Dabiao scratched his head...
It wasn't long before Song Heping returned.
"Does your bank send alerts?"
Song Heping proactively asked Brother Dabiao.
"Watch for any balance notifications," he added.
Brother Dabiao picked up his own phone and waved it around, "Of course, I'm a VIP client."
Song Heping sneered without another word and dragged a chair over to sit beside Lao Gao.
Lao Gao's eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed Song Heping's hand, "Heping, I... I..."
He stuttered repeatedly but ultimately said nothing.
Song Heping knew what he wanted to say and comforted him, "Money is an external possession, and besides, it's not like I'm giving it to you for nothing—you have to pay it back."
"Definitely… definitely…" was all that Lao Gao could manage to say.
What else could he say?
Such gratitude could only be repaid with his life.
After waiting about half an hour, Brother Dabiao's phone chid.
He hurried to check his ssages.
There was indeed a text from the bank, informing him that 2 million RMB had been deposited.
Brother Dabiao rubbed his eyes.
He could hardly believe this was real.
The bank would normally have ceased operations by this ti—it was after four o'clock and they would have begun the day's settlent.
How did this person manage to transfer the money imdiately?
Suddenly, Brother Dabiao felt an ominous premonition, like a dark cloud passing overhead, darkening his vision.
He looked up at Song Heping, who sat in the chair as if nothing was amiss, and his heart thumped twice more violently.
Thus, his tone also beca gentler.
"I say... my brother... you're quite impressive," he remarked.
Song Heping still wore a cold smile, "Is the money in the account?"
Brother Dabiao's smile blood like a flower as he nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it's in, it's in."
Song Heping asked further, "And not a single di is missing, right?"
Brother Dabiao shook his head fervently, "No! Not at all!"
"If that's the case, then where's the IOU?" Song Heping demanded, extending his hand.
Seeing Song Heping's expression, Brother Dabiao beca even more uneasy.
He didn't provide an IOU and directly transferred the money.
Wasn't he afraid that Brother Dabiao would take the money and not give him the docunt?
There was even a mont when an evil thought crossed Brother Dabiao's mind—not to give the IOU!
To play dirty!
To go back on his word!
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