There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 589 - 216: Miracle in the Bustling City (Part 2)
"Do you need me to find some people, see if we can set up a meeting with Boss Yin, so we can all sit down and talk?"
"Do we need connections just to meet him?" Zhang Feng saw that the boss seemed to misunderstand his intention, and while dialing the phone, he said:
"What I mean by ’peace before war’ is that it’s best if we can cooperate, so they could set out a bit later.
If there’s no cooperation, then you book me a ticket to Peng Province today.
I’ll go directly to their company to find him."
"You..." The boss was stunned to hear that it’s a dead-end either way, "You call this ’peace before war’?"
"Is he really not afraid of death... or hiding his strength?" The tomb raider was also puzzled.
"Why keep someone like that around?" Zhang Feng was indifferent, as if killing someone was as commonplace as having a meal,
"On the way to retrieve the information, just deal with him incidentally."
"You..." The boss didn’t know what to say, nor did he dare to say anything.
Now he could only secretly rejoice in his heart, thankful that his organization had no issues.
Otherwise, Zhang Feng might have wiped him out incidentally while looking for the Celestial Palace.
Meanwhile.
While the boss was feeling relieved.
After hearing a few beeps on the phone, Zhang Feng actually got through.
"Boss Yin?" Zhang Feng inquired.
And both the boss and the tomb raider instinctively held their breath, listening quietly.
"Who are you?" a hoarse voice came from the other side, with an arrogant questioning tone, "How did you get my personal number? Who told you?"
’Just knowing your surname, doesn’t mean I can’t be a telemarketer?’ Zhang Feng was actually puzzled by this kind of opening, not knowing why the other party had this high and mighty questioning attitude.
It was as if calling the other’s phone was akin to committing some great crime.
But knowing that the other would die sooner or later,
Zhang Feng remained calm and said, "Don’t ask where I got your number from, I only know you have a Celestial Palace Map."
"How do you know?" Boss Yin’s tone had a noticeable curiosity, "Who exactly are you?"
"Zhang Feng." Zhang Feng did not hide it, "As for your intel, someone from Lianyun Street in Qishi, a tomb raider, told me. As for who he is, I don’t know."
"It’s him?" Boss Yin knew, "Hmm, he does know some things about me, and thank you for telling me these.
Give me a bank account number, or perhaps an address, I’ll send you some money, will ten thousand be enough?
Oh, by the way, does anyone else know this information?"
He spoke, seemingly dismissing them as beggars, misunderstanding Zhang Feng as someone looking for a handout.
And some people hearing this dismissive tone, although dissatisfied, would happily take it and not think too much.
But in reality, Boss Yin intended to cut off loose ends, to make the leaked information completely disappear.
Likewise, someone like Zhang Feng, who had met all sorts of people, understood his meaning,
But when he heard that he would send someone over.
Zhang Feng was pleased, because there would be a ’guide’ now.
This way, perhaps the exact location could be pinpointed.
Because people like this tend to hide away.
Contemplating, Zhang Feng continued, "I am currently in that person’s city, and I want the money in person.
I’ll call and have it placed at a location I specify."
"Alright, I’ll have him contact you when the time comes."
The call ended.
At the same moment.
At a large suburban villa, hundreds of miles away.
Inside and outside the house, there were patrolling bodyguards.
By a coffee table inside the house.
’Damn! This kid is pretty sharp!’
Boss Yin, hearing Zhang Feng’s reply, directly confirmed that Zhang Feng was here for extortion.
Beyond that, he didn’t think much.
As for informants looking for evidence or gang-related revenge,
He didn’t consider these possibilities because he had people and wasn’t afraid of evidence.
And his security was strong, always accompanied by top-notch assassins and bodyguards.
This was to guard against various short to medium-range assassin shooters.
Even on regular occasions, he wouldn’t move around recklessly.
At most, he would go to the city’s company.
And in the city company, he wouldn’t worry about long-range snipers.
Because if there was truly an enemy gang, crazy enough to use long-range snipers in the city,
Those kinds of scenes rivaling Mei Dynasty’s cinematic headshots,
Would essentially mean self-destruction for both the enemy gang and themselves, with none surviving.
The authorities would investigate thoroughly.
After all, snipers, belong to the Ministry of War.
The consequences if they made it to the market are imaginable.
So to some extent, Boss Yin felt relatively safe.
Hence.
He quickly looked at an intimate hitman by his side, instructing:
"You go to Qishi to take care of someone."
As Boss Yin said, he reported Zhang Feng’s phone number and cautioned.
"Currently, his location is unknown, the rest is up to you.
After it’s done, hide away outside for a while.
Documents and money, get them from the accounting room outside."
"Don’t worry Boss!" The hitman knew the boss would handle the aftermath, so he didn’t ask much more, just memorized the number, and went outside the villa to the accounting room.
It was under the villa, where there was a hidden fake document processing point.
Owned privately by Boss Yin, used only for his people, not for outsiders.
...
One day later, at ten in the evening.
The hitman, escorted by the company driver, arrived at Qishi.
Then rented a standard room in a private hotel on Lianyun Street.
Through the window overlooking the night and street lights outside.
The hitman was wiping a dagger.
He had a constitution of 42, a close combat expert.
