Chapter 363: A Ji

Chen Sir looked at the little dwarf, astonished, and said: "How could this old gangster appear here? With his petty tricks of cheating and swindling, he also wants a bite of the fat meat?"

The policewoman teased with a grin: "Team leader, didn't you already say that?"

"I can't even spend tens of thousands a day, and according to his age, I couldn't spend hundreds of thousands a day either!"

Chen Sir glared at the policewoman, helplessly amused, and said: "It's just letting him blind cat meet dead mouse, pulling this off—do you really think a hundred million dollars is that easy to get?"

In Gangdao, few of those who make a living from shady trades can securely get this sum; the amount is too huge, and without strength to back it up, it becomes a source of disaster that destroys families.

The computer operator interjected: "Team leader, you said if Luo Tianhong pulled this off, could he hold onto it securely?"

Chen Sir laughed: "For others, getting this money could be a disaster, but Luo Tianhong is an exception—not mentioning his position as the dragon head of Prosperity, just the people behind him—who would dare turn against him for a hundred million dollars?"

Not worth it!

The policewoman nodded in agreement and echoed: "Exactly, Luo Tianhong's patron big brother is Mr. Li, and with Mr. Li's deterrent power, truly no one would dare do that."

Hmm, this is progress—now even within the police force, everyone calls Li Xin Mr. Li, and no one brings up his nickname Immortal Trust.

Chen Sir had a sudden thought: Could the one who killed Old Ghost Zhuben be someone from Li Xin's men?

He has plenty of capable subordinates, and he's confident in handling things; Li Xin's men would certainly have no trouble doing it either.

He then tossed that idea aside—impossible, absolutely impossible!

What is Li Xin after?

He has no motive for the crime, so this hypothesis doesn't hold.

Chen Sir smiled at the policewoman and said: "You're right—even those assassin organizations wouldn't go to war with Mr. Li over a hundred million dollars."

"In Gangdao, those assassin groups might not even be able to outplay Mr. Li, after all he holds the advantage of timing, location, and harmony."

"Not mentioning his own forces, just speaking of those martial artists, for Li Xin's favor they would absolutely let those assassin groups clash in Gangdao until heads bleed."

The policewoman seriously counted heads: "The dragon head of Prosperity is his disciple, New Record keeps close contact with him, the dragon head of East Prosperity is also on good terms with him, the dragon head of the Three United Society calls him brother, the former hall chief of Righteous Sea lives in his care for retirement, and the former dragon head of the Number Gang is also in Xi Gong."

As for those smaller forces, I won't even mention them—just thinking about these makes one's scalp tingle; Mr. Li is not someone to provoke!

They were chatting lively when the computer operator pointed at the video and said: "Team leader, do you know this person? Why is there no data on him in the database?"

Chen Sir looked at the video: a person in all-white clothes with dyed yellow hair, A Ji.

He frowned tightly, thought for a while, but couldn't figure it out.

"Not acquainted!"

A Ji indeed has no identity; the Gangdao household registry has nothing on him, his data is blank, but it doesn't hinder his travels.

A Ji can produce valid documents from several countries at any time.

Even the formidable Mr. Li sent A Ji to the Zhuben Building venue.

A Ji wore a pair of sunglasses, the same small round glasses as Li Xin's A Bing.

Li Xin wearing them is fine, but A Ji wearing these sunglasses looks awkward and doesn't match his style at all.

The crocodile brother sitting beside A Ji said: "Brother, where'd you get those sunglasses? They're really stylish!"

"Get lost!"

A Ji's view was blocked by the sunglasses, so he couldn't see clearly, but the crocodile brother, having mixed in the martial world for years, still had his eye.

He could sense that if he remained oblivious, this person would likely kill him.

Everyone in the meeting room wore suits and leather shoes, carrying laptops or folders.

Only A Ji held a short knife in his hand, which he kept spinning.

To A Ji, this knife is as important as Tianhong's Eight-Faced Han Sword, never leaving his side.

Two knives and one sword share the same origin.

Exactly, it's a laptop—the world's first true notebook computer was the IBM 5150, released by IBM on August 12, 1981.

This mission requires a five-million-dollar deposit; A Ji tossed a cash check to the staff member.

Very casual, as if five million dollars was trivial pocket change to him.

A Ji indeed lacks no money, just like Tianhong—if he's short, he asks the big brother, because the big brother told him not to wrong himself.

After all the killer agents had deposited their fees, the Revenge Fund Manager seated in the chief position finally stood up to introduce himself.

"My name is Martin, I'm the manager of the Zhuben Good End Fund. If you need real-time translation, there's a pair of headphones in front of you—just switch to your native language channel."

"Mr. Zhuben was unfortunately killed recently; according to his will, if his cause of death was murder, this Good End Fund would immediately begin operations."

"Please open the computer in front of you, then insert that disk; the screen shows a joint account opened at the Swiss Bank using your five million."

"Please each enter a four‑character personal password; this password also serves as our mutual identification number."

"When one of you completes the mission, the hundred‑million‑dollar bonus will automatically be deposited into this account."

"To avoid wasting everyone's time, we have already entered all the data on Mr. Zhuben's killing into the computer."

"To ensure everyone receives the same data, in line with our principle of fairness."

"I hereby solemnly declare once more: the assassin and the mastermind each get fifty million dollars; if it's the same person, he naturally receives a hundred million."

"Any questions?"

The White Elephant Killer Agent asked: "What if one of them goes missing or dies?"

The Good End Fund manager explained: "If there's no official proof of existence in this world, or if it's a natural death, the fund will accumulate toward the next target."

The Brown Bear Killer Agent asked: "How do we prove the target is a specific person?"

The fund manager replied: "The target's identity will be determined by us three, together with the committee selected by Mr. Zhuben during his lifetime."

"As for our professional qualifications, you can find the relevant details in the computer, written very thoroughly."

"Finally, I remind you all: we are law‑abiding citizens and will not encourage others to break the law; if anyone incurs any legal liability because of this fund, you bear it yourself."

A Ji's main purpose this time was the account; after listening to the fund manager's nonsense, he got up and left.

Those killers who came to Gangdao hoping to snatch his food—he ought to give them a proper reception, otherwise it wouldn't be hospitality.

As for how to receive them, that depends on the big brother's wishes.

(Big Brothers, after a few days of training, don't even mention it, the One-Finger Zen kung fu really made some progress, the wound itches and I can't sleep, I've typed out two chapters!)