Jiang Guangrong’s face bore a cruel smile as he gently maneuvered the dagger in his hand. Soon, the dagger left a trace of blood on the blonde man’s neck.
"Ah! Ah!" The blonde man let out a pig-like scream.
Jiang Guangrong remained completely still, a smile adorning his face.
"Brother Guangrong!" Xiao Rou, standing behind Jiang Guangrong, cried out in fear.
Jiang Guangrong snapped back to reality, shook his head, trying to wake himself up. He looked at Huang Fannan and sighed, "Hurry up!"
Faced with amnesty, Huang Fannan quickly stood up with his other injured companions and shafully scurried away.
Jiang Guangrong sat back in his seat with an apologetic expression, "Sorry, I just lost my temper..."
Seeing Jiang Guangrong recover, Xiao Rou couldn’t help but relax, "You’re fine, just that you looked terrible..."
"Is that right? Haha..." Jiang Guangrong laughed awkwardly, simultaneously hiding the dagger in his chest.
"Is Brother Rong’s state due to his girlfriend or ex-girlfriend?" Xiao Bonan asked softly yet bravely.
Jiang Guangrong closed his eyes without speaking. His face contorted in pain once again.
Xiao Rou gently patted the back of Jiang Guangrong’s right hand on the table and softly said, "They’re both gone. Who doesn’t love soone now?"
After dinner in the evening, Jiang Guangrong returned to his dormitory. At this ti, the others in the dormitory had already gone ho for the New Year. The entire dormitory was only left with Jiang Guangrong.
Jiang Guangrong sat in the chair and opened a drawer.
Jiang Guangrong took out a black box from the drawer, containing Zhao Junkai’s handgun.
Jiang Guangrong removed all the bullets from the handgun magazine, placed them on the table, and carefully wiped them with a small towel.
Jiang Guangrong’s expression was very serious. He cautiously wiped every bullet. More than 20 minutes later, Jiang Guangrong had wiped each bullet dry. Slowly, Jiang Guangrong inserted the bullets back into the magazine. Besides the handgun, Zhao Junkai had given him two extra magazines. Including those in the handgun, Jiang Guangrong had a total of three magazines, each holding 12 bullets, totaling 36.
Jiang Guangrong gently wiped the handgun with the towel. The handgun Zhao Junkai gave him was a black USP handgun. In the Death Camp, Jiang Guangrong had encountered quite a few of these. This small, powerful handgun was most suited to conceal and assassinate Zuo Qingyun.
Jiang Guangrong inserted a magazine into the handgun, glanced slightly forward, then placed the handgun and the magazine back into the black box.
He closed the drawer with a sigh, gazing out the window, murmuring, "Whether the outco is life or death, I will avenge you tomorrow night!"
Jiang Guangrong arrived at the Victory Restaurant at 5 p.m. His working hours today were from 7 p.m. to midnight.
Xiao Rou was at the front desk, and upon seeing Jiang Guangrong, she greeted him enthusiastically, "Good afternoon, Brother Guangrong. Why are you here so early today? You only start work at 7 p.m.!"
Jiang Guangrong nodded, bypassed her without speaking, and headed straight to the restroom.
Xiao Rou awkwardly scratched the back of her head, "Why is he like this again..."
Jiang Guangrong went to the toilet on the third floor, took out a screwdriver from his chest, unscrewed the cover of the toilet vent, hid the handgun and magazines in his pocket, and then fastened the screws, leaving the restroom.
It was New Year’s Eve. The Victory Restaurant had no other guests as it had been reserved by Zuo Qingyun. There was still so ti before work began, and few employees of the Victory Restaurant frequently visited there. Jiang Guangrong approached Xiao Rou to ask, "Xiao Rou, do you know which table today’s guests are at?"
Xiao Rou thought for a while, pointing to a table in the middle of the hall, "It seems the boss’s staff picked this spot. It’s convenient to watch the show while eating, making the family atmosphere more joyful!"
Through Xiao Rou’s fingertip, Jiang Guangrong observed. He was astonished to discover that Zuo Qingyun’s subordinates chose a very exposed spot for him. If he intended to shoot Zuo Qingyun, there were many suitable locations, and he could remain hidden behind the shooting incident. Given Zuo Qingyun’s table’s central location, lacking cover and good observation points, he could continuously hide and continue fighting. At least for a period, Zuo Qingyun would be directly exposed under his gun, increasing his confidence in a successful assassination.
Jiang Guangrong suddenly recalled the mysterious person who had previously taken him to the Victory Restaurant. Now he saw the position Zuo Qingyun’s subordinates picked, favorable to his actions. Jiang Guangrong secretly speculated that the person helping him might be an insider from the Qingyun Gang. He couldn’t help but suspect if this person was Zuo Muyang. The greatest benefactor from Zuo Qingyun’s death would be Zuo Muyang, and in the face of absolute benefits, tales of sibling rivalry and patricide abound.
"Brother Rong?" Seeing Jiang Guangrong’s uncertain face, Xiao Rou timidly called out, "Are you okay?"
Jiang Guangrong nodded without speaking. At this mont, Jiang Guangrong had found a suitable location. The area between the second and third floors of the Victory Restaurant was hollow. The top of the first floor was the fourth floor. He could hide in a corner on the second floor and fire at Zuo Qingyun. Moreover, the corner had many flower pots. He could carry a flower pot as a cover and exit from Zuo Qingyun’s left side, about 20 ters away from Zuo Qingyun’s table. The USP handgun’s range was 50 ters, more than enough.
Jiang Guangrong walked up the stairs, leaving Xiao Rou, who was stunned and forced to remain in place.
Taking advantage of the mont when no one was around, Jiang Guangrong swiftly moved to the spot he planned to shoot from. Constantly moving the flower pots, Jiang Guangrong arranged them in a way that suited him.
Leaning against the wall, Jiang Guangrong sat on the ground, a hint of ferocity on his face, "Miss, I will avenge you! I definitely will!"
A few hours later, so Qingyun Gang mbers had arrived at the Victory Restaurant. Contrary to Jiang Guangrong’s expectations, the Qingyun Gang did not conduct any detailed investigation but instead perford a simple search on everyone at the Victory Restaurant. By 8 p.m., the restaurant’s kitchen was bustling. Zuo Qingyun’s set ti was 10 p.m., and the large screen LCD TV in the ground floor hall had started broadcasting Xiazhou’s official New Year’s Eve gala. The entire Victory Restaurant was imrsed in joy.
Jiang Guangrong was busy in the kitchen. There was a Qingyun Sect mber at the kitchen entrance and three on the second floor.
By 9:30 p.m., Zuo Qingyun had arrived, and the entire Zuo family gathered around a large table in the hall.
At this ti, the Victory Restaurant’s manager approached and respectfully asked, "Mr. Zuo, is there anything you need for this service? We suggest serving the dishes at least half an hour later. This way, Mr. Zuo can dine while watching the New Year’s Eve gala and continue enjoying the al until the clock strikes midnight. Mr. Zuo can celebrate with his family, indicating a prosperous year for Mr. Zuo next year. What do you think, Mr. Zuo?"
Zuo Qingyun nodded in satisfaction and smiled, "It’s up to you guys. If I’m happy tonight, each of you will receive a big red envelope. It’s necessary!"
"Thank you, Mr. Zuo!" The manager rushed back to the kitchen.
Jiang Guangrong, sweeping on the second floor, carefully looked at Zuo Qingyun, a cold smile on his lips.
After Zuo Qingyun entered with his wife and several children, a 27-28-year-old man with so people entered the Victory Restaurant.
Upon seeing this man, Jiang Guangrong’s eyes, like a clock, fixated on him, full of killing intent. This was Zuo Muyang, the person Jiang Guangrong detested the most.
Feeling a strange atmosphere as he ca in, Zuo Muyang instinctively raised his head, looking towards Jiang Guangrong’s position.
Jiang Guangrong’s secret thod wasn’t good. Before Zuo Muyang could see him, he’d already hidden. Jiang Guangrong was puzzled. Previously assuming Zuo Muyang used his power to assassinate Zuo Qingyun, Zuo Muyang’s presence tonight caught Jiang Guangrong off guard. Wouldn’t Zuo Muyang fear being killed first because he didn’t know how much he hated him? In fact, he would kill him first. Could he not be the mysterious person?
Zuo Muyang glanced upwards. Behind him, Gao Xiang smiled, asking, "Mr. Zuo, what’s the matter?"
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