Chapter 423

Immediately.

The young man opened his eyes and reached for the small box again, wanting to taste just a little bit more.

The man in the white suit glanced at the young man.

It was merely a glance.

The young man's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

He dared not move.

The man in the white suit asked coldly, "I told you to taste it just now, not to keep using it. Do you understand?"

Terrified by these words, the young man broke out in a cold sweat; he turned his head slightly to look at the man in the white suit, his eyes filled with chill.

The young man forced his body to act, standing obediently beside the man in the white suit, and said, "The quality is very high; it's two grades better than our goods."

Hearing the young man's words.

The man in the white suit nodded in satisfaction, then looked at the goat-bearded man and asked, "Master Wang, the quality of your latest work is very high, isn't it?"

Master Wang smiled and said, "That's for sure. With these goods, I guarantee all the customers around the Golden Triangle will be yours."

"Hahaha!"

The man in the white suit stood up satisfied, walked over to Master Wang, and said, "Here's the deal, Master Wang: sell me this formula. Name your price, name any price. Take this money, go back to your hometown, and do whatever you want; marrying three or four wives won't be a problem."

Saying this.

The man in the white suit pinched the gold ring on his hand. "No one wants to wade into this muddy water; if you can get out, get out. Getting out with money is even better. What do you say?"

Master Wang looked at the man in the white suit, froze for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "This old body of mine just wants to create something new; I don't want to retire early yet."

The man in the white suit took a drag of his cigar, looked to the side, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, rotated his neck, and said as if making small talk, "Oh, by the way, how many disciples do you have?"

This question was dangerous.

Master Wang narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed tightly on the man in the white suit's face: "Two."

Then.

Before the man in the white suit could speak.

Master Wang continued, "Their skill level is too low; they're still playing with my last product and haven't figured it out yet."

These words made the man in the white suit pause, then he smiled again and said to Master Wang, "Then teach your disciples more, raise their skill levels so they can be your assistants and help you later; we also need to intensify our research on the goods."

The man in the white suit added immediately, "The people chasing us are pressing hard; we need to suppress them, or they'll turn the world upside down."

Master Wang smiled and said, "Okay, okay."

The man in the white suit sat back down.

He waved his hand and said, "You two, escort Master Wang back."

"Yes!"

Two bodyguards followed on either side of Master Wang and led him away.

The manner.

It didn't look like protecting Master Wang; it looked more like monitoring him.

Seeing the people leave.

The man in the white suit picked up a bit of flour again, nodded, and said, "Indeed not bad. With this level, those two old guys won't dare make waves; they'll all have to lie flat on the floor for me!"

The young man looked at the flour, his eyes filled with burning desire.

The man in the white suit noticed the change, picked up the box, waved it in front of the young man's face, and said, "What? You want it?"

The young man's gaze fixed tightly on the box; the familiar scent almost drove him mad.

If the person before him weren't the man in the white suit, he would have torn him apart and made a wreck of him long ago.

"What a damn dog," the man in the white suit chuckled, then threw the box onto the ground.

The young man was quick-eyed and fast-handed, caught it immediately, then ran to a deserted corner.

The man in the white suit laughed and cursed, "What a damn dog."

Just then.

Someone opened the door and burst in.

The man in the white suit looked at the newcomer, slightly surprised, and said, "What matter is so urgent that you disturbed me?"

The newcomer was the man in the white suit's subordinate, Tang Lun.

"Brother Kang Luo, didn't you send a few people earlier to carry out the Blood Pact?"

"Blood Pact?" Kang Luo thought seriously for a moment, then suddenly realized.

"You mean the boyfriend of that female police officer we killed, the prospective son-in-law of 'Sailor'?" Kang Luo crossed his legs on the table and said leisurely.

"I remember at the meeting we sent Basong over. What's wrong?"

Tang Lun's gaze was like dead water, and he said in a gloomy voice, "Basong is dead. Everyone who went with him is dead."

"Oh?" Kang Luo became interested, reached out to take the cigar, and clenched it in his palm. "Hehehe, this kid is really something; he actually managed to kill Basong and the others. Truly extraordinary skill."

It seemed somewhat unexpected.

Kang Luo asked again, "Didn't Basong bring a gun?"

"He did," Tang Lun nodded and said.

Kang Luo threw the cigar onto the table and said, "Interesting. He didn't kill Luo San, who has retired from the trade; he just wanted him to live in the shadow of having killed his own son. But killing Basong and the others shows this is a formal declaration of war."

Tang Lun also found a seat, sat down, crossed his hands, and asked, "What should we do now?"

"Haha!" Kang Luo chuckled lightly twice. "Of course we continue sending people to hunt him down. Do you really think we'd let him ride on our heads? That would be too shameful. We, the Haiwan Family, have been around for so many years; if we were brought down by an ordinary person, we might as well line up and jump into the river!"

Kang Luo put his legs down and sat up straight. "He likes revenge, so we'll accompany him to the end. If one person can't kill him, then ten; if ten can't, then a hundred. If we can't beat him bare-handed, then use guns; if guns don't work, then ambush and snipe."

"There will always be a day he dies." Kang Luo's eyes were filled with chill.

Tang Lun looked at Kang Luo, then glanced once more at the cigar.

The cigar was already deformed, crushed by immense force.

Tang Lun understood that, despite Kang Luo usually wearing a kind and approachable face.

In reality.

He alone was the most ruthless person in the entire Bay family.

That interrogated Zai Zi back then.

Said he would let him go.

But in reality.

Zai Zi was already dead.

He was tortured to death by Kang Luo's own hands.

288. (3/5) Target mission—Ning Chen!

"Hua Nu!" Kang Luo shouted loudly.

From the shadows, the young man holding flour suddenly stood up, straightened his body, and shouted, "Here!"

"Come over!"

Hua Nu ran quickly to Kang Luo's side, very obedient.

Tang Lun looked at this young man and asked, "Newly trained?"

Kang Luo nodded and smiled, "Very good. This small body has won thirteen consecutive matches in underground black-box fighting."

"Oh?" Hearing of thirteen consecutive black-box wins, Tang Lun became interested, "Not bad. There are very few people with such skills."

Kang Luo was satisfied with Tang Lun's evaluation, then immediately said, "His mother, his sister, are all in my hands. As long as I am unwilling, or if this dog disobeys, I will send him straight to meet God."

Kang Luo extended his hand and slapped Hua Nu's face several times hard, "People with concerns and weaknesses are best controlled; they dare not disobey."

Hua Nu showed no reaction to this humiliation.

Tang Lun smiled, "Only big brother knows how to play. Why not send him over to kill that person?"

"Ning Chen, right? I remember his name," Kang Luo said, "Hua Nu still needs a few more days; if it's too far, it won't work well."

"By the way, what exactly is the situation with Basong?"

"We discussed this topic at the previous meeting; now I want something more specific."

Tang Lun explained, "When we first contacted them, we received no reply. Then our undercover agent at the police station told us the news: several bodies were found in an abandoned warehouse."

"It seemed a shootout occurred during a flour transaction. He recognized Basong and reported it."

"Oh? So that's how it was!" Kang Luo narrowed his eyes, "How did they die?"

Tang Lun hesitated for a moment, then continued, "At that time, a police officer named Hua Ping deduced that this was not mutual slaughter but a scene deliberately staged by someone. We don't know the specifics, but Basong's hand was directly severed; the wound was very neat, caused by a sharp weapon."

Kang Luo nodded, "Then it was a knife or something similar. Very likely. This Ning Chen didn't even use a gun; he just used a knife to take out Basong and the others."