Facing Zhang Teng’s provocation, Fatty Wang curled his lips and removed a photo showing two n in front of the lion’s cara: "What do you an by showing this?"
"You can’t possibly not recognize these two people, right? The four of us used to et here together!"
"Hmm, so what?" Fatty Wang casually tore the photo into pieces. "What does it prove?"
"Everyone knows Poison Dragon is your man. Now he’s appearing in the Liger Gang, what do you say that proves?"
"Hahaha!" Fatty Wang laughed: "Master Zhang, have you gone mad? What does Poison Dragon have to do with ? Even if there was sothing, he died long ago during the campaign against the Poison Dragon Gang. Are you trying to blackmail with this photo? Do you think you can take fifty million from with this? I’m telling you, not a cent from will you get."
Fatty Wang’s ruthlessness made Zhang Teng flinch involuntarily, then he rolled his eyes and smirked: "These can’t threaten you, so what about those Xia Family affairs? Those were your people for to find, and those assassins, they were all..."
"What people?" Fatty Wang beca curious: "Are you saying the Xia Family was attacked recently and it was our doing! I never said I wanted to kill anyone. Although I do have a bit of a feud with that Xiao kid, it’s not enough to want him gone. But you, Master Zhang, he crossed Jiangling, the Chen Family fell, and the Zhang Family followed. If we talk about motive, yours is much greater than mine. It was just a woman for , gone and can find another. But you, this is a feud between two big families. If not for him, would you be here bowing for re fifty million? Do you agree?"
"Hehehe! Fatty Wang, you have a way with words, denying all involvent. If you hadn’t sent Poison Dragon to , would I be in this position now?" Having shed all pretense, civility was needless. Zhang Teng threw the cigarette butt onto the carpet and stomped it out: "But it doesn’t matter, I still have a card up my sleeve. I recorded our conversations on my phone."
Fatty Wang squinted his eyes, never expecting Zhang Teng would have this move, he imdiately had a murderous intent: "Master Zhang, aren’t you pushing us juniors to a dead end by doing this?"
"If you are unkind, don’t bla for being unrighteous."
Xiao Lin paused here, wanting to light a cigarette, but saw four large characters on the wall in front of him.
The video content didn’t really contain anything substantial; Fatty Wang smartly avoided all the key points, and no appearance provided strong evidence tying these things to him.
He leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, recalling the scenes monts ago, searching for key points before pressing play again. The image was a bit blurry, but the audio was clear.
"As the saying goes, n die for wealth, birds die for food. Master Zhang, do you want to be that bird? What’s the point of dying in vain?" Fatty Wang obviously leaned towards the window behind him, while the cara was always facing forward. This ans Zimu’s position should be at the entrance to the foyer. According to Wing’s account, Zimu was probably discovered at the foyer’s entry. At this mont, only two characters appeared on the screen; who ca in afterward? Evidently, the person who discovered them took no imdiate action, giving Zimu and his group a chance to escape.
Fatty Wang retreated all the way to the window edge. What was he planning? Xiao Lin carefully observed his every move.
"Master Zhang, how about this: I arrange an exit for you out of the country and give you ten million, enough for the rest of your life. Let’s end this matter here, what do you think?"
"Ten million, do you think I’m easy to dismiss like a beggar?" Zhang Teng snorted, knowing exactly what Fatty Wang was thinking. "Last ti I almost died at your hands, why would I trust you now?"
"Ah!" Fatty Wang feigned a mory jog, frowning: "Last ti, I really wasn’t clear. Did you offend Poison Dragon sohow, that’s why..."
"Fatty, let’s cut the act. One sentence: fifty million, I take the money and leave, and we do not know each other afterwards. If you have ulterior motives, don’t bla Zhang Teng for not sparing you any face." Zhang Teng suddenly raised his voice, with distrust in his fierce staring eyes: "What did you put in the tea?" He forcefully pounded his chest with his right hand, his breathing becoming rapid.
"Hehe, it’s just a little gift brought back from the Liger Gang. You should know, the Lion has a good pharmacist under him, but she only mixes poisons." Fatty Wang stood under the window, his cold gaze fixed on Zhang Teng’s suddenly twisted expression, a smile spreading across his plump face: "After all, as Master Zhang is from the special forces, we small, unard civilians must be on guard, right?"
Zhang Teng closed his mouth, truly trained, Xiao Lin noted from his face fluctuating between pale and flushed, aware he was using inner strength to protect his heart from the poison, clearly, Fatty Wang didn’t intend to kill him outright.
"Alright, thirty million, give the recording, and I’ll let you live."
Zhang Teng exhaled a breath, balanced his inner turmoil, and laughed heartily: "Once you have the recording, will you really let go?"
Zhang Teng’s attitude made Fatty Wang look troubled, he shook his head: "Master Zhang, I’m still patient enough to negotiate with you now, but this involves more than just , the other two gentlen are not as easy to talk to as I am." Just then, a person jumped in from the window.
"Poison Dragon!" Xiao Lin covered his mouth, almost shouting simultaneously with Zhang Teng. He thought soone else was behind the window but was surprised it was Poison Dragon. No wonder they couldn’t find this guy; he was hiding in the Wang Family all along.
Sothing’s not right!
The perceptive Xiao Lin suddenly realized why he was so surprised when Poison Dragon jumped out of the window; it was because of his attire, the very sa outfit that Housekeeper Yin was wearing, with a missing diamond on the brooch at the chest. He was sure it was Housekeeper Yin’s clothes, so could it be that the old man earlier was Poison Dragon?
If so, then the relationship between Fla Swallow and Poison Dragon is quite unusual.
"You had this planned all along." Seeing Poison Dragon ant Elder Guo was nearby. Zhang Teng took a step back, trying to get closer to the hall.
"Would you believe if I said I didn’t plan it?" Fatty Wang sat back down on the sofa, picked up a glass, and took a sip of wine: "Don’t kill him, I need to know where the recording is."
Poison Dragon shook his limbs and slowly approached Zhang Teng. Zhang Teng, naturally, didn’t hold this person in high regard. Though people in the underworld thought Poison Dragon was quite a character, that was just because his thods were far more brutal than average. But in terms of physical skills, Zhang Teng clearly wouldn’t be inferior. After forcing the internal poison to his left hand, he picked up a nearby vase and hurled it at Poison Dragon.
It was a feint, which Xiao Lin clearly saw. Poison Dragon dodged in a flash, and the vase worth hundreds of thousands shattered into powder against the wall.
Using this brief mont, Zhang Teng had already dashed into the corridor leading to the front hall.
The screen flickered, and a unique ring flashed in the lens, followed by a noise. The cara, originally facing Fatty Wang, toppled, displaying walls and furniture, then stairs. Analyzing the sounds coming from behind the image, it was likely the mont Zimu was discovered.
Xiao Lin rewound the footage by a few minutes, carefully discerning the source of the sounds.
"Who are you? How did you get here?" A man’s shout echoed, sounding distant but clear, probably Wang Zhantian if there was no mistake.
The screen went black, followed by a series of gunshots and fighting sounds, indicating the scene was in chaos.
Xiao Lin put on headphones, closed his eyes. The high-fidelity headphones could filter out noise, making it easy to distinguish the sounds of different objects clashing after removing unnecessary effects.
Three gunshots, coming from a sniper rifle, the keeper’s preferred long-range modified rifle. Each bullet had a brief pause when hitting a target, a flaw that prevented continuous shooting, but the accuracy was one hundred percent effective. Zimu was likely escaping under the keeper’s cover, and Xiao Lin felt relieved upon confirming this.
’It’s you!’ Amidst the noise, Zhang Teng’s furious shout was mixed in, barely discernible if not carefully listened to. Who could surprise him this much?
Given Zhang Teng’s skills, to be killed within half an hour, this person must have had an exceptional understanding of Zhang Teng. Wu Shuang’s photo flickered across his mind, recalling Zhang Teng’s expression when he picked up the first photo. His eyes were rolled upward, indicating he was still staring at that person when he died.
Thinking of this, Xiao Lin imdiately put his mobile phone into the safe, returned it to its place, and hurriedly stepped out of Huaxia Headquarters.
Raindrops began washing the ground again. In the already lit-up evening, the neon lights painted the wet city into a dazzling, dreamy spectacle.
Overall, Xiao Lin didn’t like the rain, always feeling that rainy days were sticky, damp, and unclean. Especially now when the raindrops weren’t large but very dense, hitting his body and face, it always made him feel irritable.
Passing the tail’s stakeout spot, initially three people now only left two. Xiao Lin walked past them, his dark eyes glancing at them before continuing forward. One person behind kept a seven-step distance.
Growing a bit tired, not from these three people, but because of this rain.
Pulling up his collar, he turned into an alley, disappearing from the view of those tailing him. The three exchanged a glance, still puzzled, as Xiao Lin ghosted behind them silently and whispered: "You’re still far from catching ."
Without a move, the three were already lying on the ground.
"I won’t kill you today, go back and tell Fatty Wang he’s dood." With that, he knocked out the last conscious one with a kick. (To be continued. If you like this work, welco to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets on Qidian, your support is my biggest motivation.)
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