Chapter 212

He cautiously came up behind Delong,

and this time spoke up in a low voice.

"General, the woman we sent over... he still didn't want her."

"The brothers who delivered the woman are out of contact now, we don't know what's going on either."

That second sentence,

Delong automatically ignored.

He didn't care what trouble his subordinates had gotten into right now,

his mind was filled with nothing but that first sentence,

Still didn't want her?

Under the lamplight,

Delong's face began to twist into something savage.

Songpa and Bakun took one look at that expression and knew something was off.

"What... he didn't want her again?"

"Shit! That shouldn't be!"

"Could the direction be wrong again this time?"

Listening to the two of them muttering,

Delong simply pulled out that golden Desert Eagle and set it on the table.

With a cold laugh,

"You two..... are you playing me?"

His face dark, he stood up,

ready to leave.

"What the hell kind of lousy ideas are you coming up with!"

"I've finally seen through it — you two never had any intention of giving me proper advice at all."

"You're just itching for me to get slaughtered by that guy, so you can split my drugs, right?"

"Fine! We'll see!"

"I'm heading back right now, the damn hell of it. The moment that guy shows up, I'll make a run straight for your plantations."

"We'll see if he burns them down or not!"

"Seven-one-seven" Delong turned around furiously and stormed off.

Songpa and Bakun hurried forward, each grabbing one of his arms,

and shoved Delong back down into the chair.

You've got to be kidding!

Make a run toward their drug plantations?

That'd just be sitting there waiting to get burned....

"Delong! Look at you, what's the rush!"

"I hadn't even finished talking and you're already running off?"

The fat on Delong's face trembled faintly.

He retorted expressionlessly,

"Heh, what's my rush?"

"It's not your two heads on the bounty — of course you bastards aren't in a hurry!"

"What?"

"You two have another idea?"

Delong squinted sideways,

having already made up his mind inside,

that if the idea they came up with this time was still another rotten one,

he'd turn around and head straight back to his den,

call every single subordinate back, bring out every weapon,

and maybe still put up one last fight to save his life.

Beside the table,

Songpa leisurely took a swig of wine,

the scar on his face flushed terrifyingly under the sting of the alcohol.

He looked at Delong and slowly began,

"Brother, this time you listen to me for a second."

"With the experience from those last two times, I've figured out exactly what that guy wants!"

"Analyzed it down to the bone!"

Looking at Songpa's utterly certain expression,

Delong's silent heart gave two extra beats.

"He..... wants what?"

"He..."

"Wants your head!"

Songpa said, perfectly at ease,

De Long's fat flesh trembled with rage,

nearly smashing the golden Desert Eagle in his hand right onto Sompa's forehead.

"Does this damn thing need you to tell me?"

Are you kidding me!

If that guy hadn't been aiming for his head,

would he have run to these two drug lords to beg for help?

"Don't rush!"

"I haven't finished yet!"

Seeing De Long getting angry again,

Sompa finally sped up his speech a bit.

"Think about it, he doesn't want money, doesn't want gold, and doesn't want women."

"He just wants a life!"

"This time, listen to your older brother."

"You won't just send him a box of gold; you'll send him a life as well!"

"Once he accepts that life, it will be as if he has accepted your attitude of yielding!"

De Long listened, utterly confused,

"Send him a life?"

"Are you telling me to go to his door personally and let him kill me?"

"You must be out of your mind..."

Sompa slowly shook his head,

"No, no!"

"Who said we're giving him your life?"

"Find someone to take the blame for you!"

"This person must hold a very high position in your organization to show your sincerity!"

After Sompa finished speaking,

a strange smile appeared on his face,

and his gaze slowly turned toward the drug lord behind De Long.

The drug lord's heart skipped a beat instantly.

He cursed wildly in his heart,