Wang Zhanting glared at Fatty Wang, who was crying and sobbing, hesitating, and just as he put down the gun, Fatty Wang leaped up, his obese body crashed into Wang Zhanting, snatching the gun from his hand, and Wang Zhanting was already knocked onto the LCD TV. The sudden turn of events left Wang Zhanting montarily incredulous.
Fatty Wang held the gun, letting out a cackling laugh. "Third Uncle!" Hearing Fatty Wang approach suddenly made Wang Zhanting look at him; the dark, gaping barrel pointed at his thigh. "I’ll give you three chances, where’s the staff?"
"It’s really not with the Wang Family!" With a bang, the bullet penetrated Wang Zhanting’s thigh, his blood soaking the carpet, and Wang Zhanting fell to the ground wailing. He couldn’t believe Fatty Wang would actually do this, but he was wrong; the wound bled, and the pain had already spread throughout his body.
"Third Uncle!" Fatty Wang turned the gun against Wang Zhanting’s shoulder. "You’re already old enough, why make it like this? The next shot is here, and I’m not lying, I don’t care how many people I kill, understand?"
"You..." Wang Zhanting stared in terror at Fatty Wang, wanting to move was impossible. "Open the bathroom cabinet, the thing is inside the secret compartnt."
"If you’d said earlier, you wouldn’t have had to bear this injury." Fatty Wang stood up from the floor, walked to the bathroom, and fiddled with the cabinet. He found a hidden latch at the bottom, and with a slight movent, the cabinet quietly opened, revealing a secret compartnt tightly holding a rose. Underneath the blue diamond petals was a short staff, which Fatty Wang gently took out, fearing any mishap. Heavy in his hand, the smooth grip bore clear patterned designs, said to be inscribed with the map of the treasures of successive Mafia families.
Fatty Wang wrapped it up with a towel, walked out of the bathroom, and the bedroom already lacked Wang Zhanting’s figure, and the butler lying on the ground was also nowhere to be seen. Surprised by such a fact, Fatty Wang ran out. Wang Zhanting was not dead; he believed he would definitely call the police, and what he needed to do now was to contact Xiao Mu before the police arrived; only this person could help him now.
"After getting the item, I need to see you imdiately."
Xiao Mu, who received Fatty Wang’s call, crawled out of bed, now at 3 a.m., frowned irritably. "Do you know what ti it is, tomorrow."
"No way!" Fatty Wang shouted into the phone, if he waited until tomorrow, the only thing he’d find would be the police. "We trade now, and you must arrange for to leave Yanjing, as soon as possible."
Listening to Fatty Wang’s urgent voice, Xiao Mu lit a cigarette. "What have you done? Don’t tell you killed Wang Zhanting!"
"I’m on my way now." Hanging up the phone, Fatty Wang jumped into the car, heading towards Xiao Mu’s villa.
The mobile phone emitted a beeping sound, Xiao Mu begrudgingly got out of bed, changed clothes, then sat on the sofa in the hall. A servant brought a cup of coffee, with cream and a sugar jar placed on the saucer. The clock struck four, he drank the black coffee, with the cream and sugar beside becoming the abandoned accessories.
The doorbell’s ring, rough and weak. A jester at the end of their strength, should et a jester’s fate. Xiao Mu picked a newly released Chopin album; it seed the world music genius had made a coback after being silent for a while, and the effect was nothing short of sensational, the fans nearly collapsing the stage at his coback concert.
When the servant opened the door, Fatty Wang barged in, with dirt-stained shoes; though Xiao Mu’s carpet was not white, the light color series was still evident when stained with dirt.
"Although the Wang Family is now an empty shell, it is still one of the four major families in Yanjing. Rushing in like this might harm the Wang Family’s interests, and the interests of the upper class."
"Sarcasm should be tid." Fatty Wang used his bloodied hands to take the stuff hidden in his clothes out. "I killed soone, arrange for to leave Yanjing tonight."
"Wang Zhanting is dead?" Xiao Mu reached for the staff wrapped in a towel, but Fatty Wang pulled it back. "The disc and money."
Xiao Mu uttered an "Oh." "The disc is already here, but your sudden request for to arrange an escape is really difficult; even thieves have to sleep at this hour, right?"
"That’s your business, now the staff is with , whether you want it or not is up to you." With the staff in possession, Fatty Wang naturally gained confidence, plopping down opposite Xiao Mu, taking a few sips of freshly brewed coffee. He made no commotion while escaping the Wang Family’s Old Mansion, presumably Wang Zhanting must be hiding sowhere, which he could not control.
"Hehe!" Xiao Mu laughed, nodding. "Mm, having the staff indeed gives you bargaining power, so what are Young Master Wang’s terms?"
"Besides the disc, I want a new identity to go to Italy, and I need one hundred million."
"Italy? The gathering place of the Mafia! A nice place." Xiao Mu knew what Fatty Wang was up to when he heard the country he wanted to go to, but asking for a hundred million was really a bit excessive. "One hundred million seems a bit low, what can you do in Italy with that? Making a coback might not be enough."
"If I asked for a higher price, would you give it?" Fatty Wang countered Xiao Mu’s sarcasm. "Of course, you could refuse, but this staff in Italy would be enough to trade for a gang."
"The prerequisite is that you can reach Italy." Xiao Mu imdiately doused Fatty Wang with cold water. "Give the staff." Seeing Fatty Wang’s cautious guard, Xiao Mu coldly snorted. "Just to inspect the goods."
Fatty Wang unwrapped one end of the towel, revealing the blue diamond and silver platinum handle. "The disc."
Xiao Mu pushed the disc on the table towards Fatty Wang. "Do you want to listen to the contents? I’ve listened, it’s wonderful. Never thought the Wang Family could produce soone as bold as you, Wang Zhanting must have been a headache tailing you all the ti, huh?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a phone rang! "Aren’t you going to answer? This could be your last call in the country."
"Hello!" Under Xiao Mu’s watchful eye, Fatty Wang answered the phone, imdiately hearing Wang Zhantian’s anxious voice. Fatty Wang still had so feelings for this father of his.
"Where are you now? Your Third Uncle was attacked, now in the hospital."
"I know, I did it." Fatty Wang admitted in front of Wang Zhantian. "It was who killed Third Uncle’s butler." Hearing Wang Zhantian’s gasp over the phone, he thought his old father should also know what he would do.
"You’re just going to hang up like that? Not going to say a few more words?" (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian), your support is my greatest motivation.)
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