Chapter 128

A Gui took off his glasses and wiped them.

He looked at Gao Wen and asked, "Wen-ge, is there any chance for peace? You should know the strength of Immortal Trust's gunmen."

"Although we're not afraid of him, there's no need to provoke him; if we can make peace, it's better to do so."

Mai Ke also said, "Wen-ge, you need to think this through carefully; otherwise, once the fighting starts, it'll be impossible to talk peace—history is not far away!"

The remaining A Lai and Fei Xue said nothing; it was clear they also didn't want to fight Immortal Trust.

Before Gao Wen could speak, Gao Nan stood up, pointing at several people and said, "Did Immortal Trust scare you witless? What's so great about him? We're all just living lives—why should we fear him?"

"Damn it, if you piss me off, go to Xi Gong and blow up his lair—see what he can do!"

"A Nan!"

Gao Wen rebuked him, then looked at the several people and said, "This time we didn't start trouble; it's Immortal Trust bullying us too much—over a small business matter, they want our literary crowd to bow and apologize."

"That's absolutely impossible; if he wants to fight, we'll accompany him until we reach a settlement—otherwise, will we still be able to do business in the future?"

"Enough talk; prepare your weapons immediately— that loser might make a move in the next couple of days, so everyone stay alert."

After the meeting, everyone helped Gao Wen put on his bulletproof vest, then went to check the weapons.

Mai Ke placed his pistol near his ear, fired a few empty rounds, pulled the bolt a few times, then set it in front of Fei Xue.

He said, "The spring is a bit light; add two pounds for me."

A Xin watched all this, whispering in A Lai's ear, "Boss, these guys are really professional!"

A Lai gave him a complex look, said nothing, and picked up his own pistol to inspect it.

In the room, Gao Wen looked at Gao Nan and warned, "In future business, follow the rules; this time it's Immortal Trust—next time, could it be Jiang Tian Sheng?"

"Now is the critical moment of transformation; we absolutely cannot back down this time, or those bosses will all flee, and we must not cause trouble again!"

Gao Nan lowered his head, his expression wavering, and replied, "Got it! It won't happen again."

As for whether there will be a next time, only he himself knows.

At the same time they were preparing, all the entrances to Jiu Long Tang Bie Shu Qu were blocked by anchored taxis; many people returning home couldn't get through and had to find a hotel to make do for the night.

Hua She asked the telecommunications company technician beside him, "Are you sure the big brother's phone and telephone lines in that villa have been cut off? Are you sure no calls can get out?"

The technician adjusted his glasses and said confidently, "Absolutely no problem—the signals in this area are all shielded, with no issues. As for the telephone lines, there's no need to mention; I used to maintain those lines."

"Um, you can go back now; you did a great job this time, this month's bonus is doubled, but you need to keep your mouth shut—do you understand what that means?"

"Don't worry, the company treats me so well that I'd be fine doing anything else; I have no problem."

The technician replied with a smile, also requesting to follow Hua She in his work, showing not a trace of fear.

The wage level is on par with other companies, but this bonus is too tempting!

He could do extra work for this bonus; the flavor of Big Gold Bull is too alluring, and he's especially obsessed with that taste.

Hua She laughed, patted his shoulder, and said, "Go get some sleep; I can't finish the remaining work, and you certainly can't."

At midnight, three teams of twenty-seven people appeared outside the villa.

All wore black combat uniforms, black face masks, bulletproof vests, had pistols hanging from their legs, held AK rifles, and the gun barrels were fitted with silencers.

With this equipment, even the Flying Tigers would have to lie down—let alone a gang leader.

The leader made a gesture, and the twenty-seven people quickly dispersed into groups of three, each taking position; some held daggers and crept behind the guards.

Covering his mouth, they swiped the dagger, and the man lay silently on the ground.

Soon, all the external guards, both visible and hidden, were cleared out, leaving only those inside the villa.

A Gui was highly alert; after such a long time with no movement, he felt something was odd.

Taking Fei Xue out to check the situation, as soon as they opened the villa door, they immediately raised both hands, and Fei Xue did the same.

The leader showed no hesitation, waved his hand, and a few people came over to take these two away, sending them a considerable distance.

When they arrived, the boss had already ordered that, except for the one called A Lai, no one was to be left alive.

They were going to stab each earthworm vertically and fill every ant nest with boiling water.

A Gui and Fei Xue, clutching their blood-soaked throats, had one final thought in their minds: Wen-ge, you really messed up this time!

"This isn't a martial force that jianghu people can resist!"

These people entered the villa, saw A Xin and Mai Ke, said nothing, and the night's first gunshots rang out—instantly both were shot in the forehead.

Seeing A Lai at the stairwell, the leader asked, "Which room are those two brothers in?"

A Lai took his pistol, led a few people upstairs, and arrived at the door of Gao Wen's room.

From outside he said, "Wen-ge, come out; I have something to tell you."

Gao Wen opened the door, saw the people behind A Lai, and calmly said, "I'll hand over the assets; can you spare my life?"

"No, you two brothers must die; hand over what our boss wants, others can keep living—you choose."

Gao Nan also came out of the room, his legs trembling, and said, "We want to meet Immortal Trust and talk to him face to face."

"Noisy!"

As soon as the words fell, a three-edged military dagger was thrust directly into Gao Nan's throat.

Gao Wen didn't struggle; he handed over the property documents, cash, and bank notes.

Finally he glanced at his brother, extended his hand to the leader, and said, "Give me a gun; I'll take care of myself."

The leader was understanding and handed him a pistol with a silencer.

Gao Wen glanced at A Lai and instructed, "If those uncles' demands aren't excessive, spare their lives—this is my final request."

Looking at everyone, he finally said, "Immortal Trust, you win—accept the loss. I hope you keep your promise; otherwise, even as a ghost I won't let you go."

After a muffled thud, Gao Wen collapsed beside his brother, silent.

"Clean up the scene; leave a single hair, and you'll have to start over! Got it?" the leader said.

"Yes!"

"Hmm, very professional; after they left, the scene was spotless—these people were polite, they even mopped the floor for Gao Wen; his wife will surely be pleased when she returns."

Many taxis were parked at the gate; the drivers got out, placed the corpses into sealed bags, tossed them into the trunk, and drove off.

The whole procedure went smoothly, without a trace of unfamiliarity, and was very professional.

At each intersection, the taxis dropped anchor; at this moment, miraculously, they could start!

In a puff of smoke, they all vanished!