Chapter 136: The Assassin's Headache Plan

Kill Lin Dongfan, let him die in Jingcheng, and be done with it once and for all.

This is the Executive Gang's first choice.

Send people to sneak into Courtyard No. 37 of Straw Hat Hutong, quietly move things out—that's just the Executive Gang's second choice.

The Executive Gang's problem-solving approach is simple:

Whoever causes trouble, deal with them! As long as you deal with the troublemaker, the world will be peaceful! This is typical bureaucratic style.

Considering the severity of the consequences.

Li Hengbo prefers to skip the first choice and go straight to the second.

Unfortunately, it's not up to him to decide; getting on the boat is easy, getting off is hard. Now he can only grit his teeth and work for the Executive Gang, or else he's dead.

Learn from Yin Qiuhong's escape?

He doesn't have those conditions.

Director Yin is a freak who evolved only a reflective armor, his methods are no worse than Boss Xiao's; outwardly he obeys superiors, but he's actually kept a trick up his sleeve, always guarding against Boss Xiao silencing him.

She had already transferred her assets.

No matter where she fled, she could live worry-free for the rest of her life, even hire bodyguards.

How to learn from her?

With his meager finances, leaving the country would within half a year force him to work washing dishes in a restaurant, and then on some dark night he'd be stabbed in the back and drop dead in the street.

"No, this shouldn't be my ending, Li Hengbo!"

"I have to live."

"Lin Dongfan, you bastard, it's all your fault I'm in this mess! Back then you forced me into a corner, leaving me no choice but to join the Executive Gang's pirate ship."

"Now you're causing trouble again, forcing me to take on a side job as a killer."

"Just wait to die!"

On the bustling street, Li Hengbo walked with his head down, thinking and angry, out of place among the bustling crowd.

He went to the Pan Family Garden secondhand market and picked up a white writing board.

It cost only a dozen or so dollars.

Carrying the writing board, he rented a civilian house in Straw Hat Hutong, just over a hundred meters from Courtyard No. 37; from today on, this is his hideout.

After setting up the writing board, he began to demonstrate his plan.

"Damn Lin Dongfan, he just bought Courtyard No. 37; whether he knows or not that the courtyard hides Boss Xiao's secret, in the coming days he'll definitely be running to the courtyard every day."

"Summon a heavy-duty Da Yun truck."

"On his usual route, at this spot, hitting him at 120 kilometers per hour will definitely send him into the grave…"

Li Hengbo drew the driving route on the writing board, circling the best impact point.

Upon further thought,

He gloomily drew a big cross:

"I'm such an idiot, who's going to drive? If I drive myself, I'll be guilty of hit‑and‑run—where could I escape to? No, this plan is too stupid…"

"Release the snakes, yes!"

"Release dozens of poisonous snakes into Courtyard No. 37, catch him off guard! If he dies from a snake bite, there'd be no problem…… Damn! What's wrong with me? My mind keeps cutting out…"

Thinking that it's still chilly spring, the poisonous snakes are still hibernating.

Li Hengbo lowered his head and glumly tapped his forehead twice.

He muttered irritably: "Annoying! Cars won't work, snakes won't work… how about a remote‑controlled bomb? That probably won't work either—the explosion would attract Jingcheng Public Security's close attention…"

He propped his forehead and worried for a while.

Li Hengbo muttered again: "Poisoning probably won't work either—you can't get past the autopsy; they'll surely find the real cause of death…"

Just as he was thinking, it suddenly started raining outside the window.

Li Hengbo's eyes lit up, he grinned like a petty thief: "Got it, use electricity! There's water in the courtyard; when he enters, a power line will suddenly drop, electrocuting him stiff, falling like a zombie—that seems reasonable enough? That rundown house has old wiring, so faults are normal…"

Thinking this through, Li Hengbo immediately grabbed his umbrella and went out to observe the wiring environment at Courtyard No. 37.

The courtyard gate stood open.

"Damn Lin Dongfan, I'm here! Come out and greet the customer." Li Hengbo shouted as he entered, his eyes darting around, observing the direction of the indoor wiring.

Lin Dongfan had a cigarette dangling from his lips, legs crossed, sitting at the hall's doorway listening to the rain.

Only after Li Hengbo went around the screen wall did he see the person.

Lin Dongfan gave an incredulous smile: "You're not happy, huh? Still want to take this courtyard back? Fine—have your rich lady give me two hundred million, and I'll let you have it."

"Keep dreaming!"

Li Hengbo looked left and right.

After surveying the environment, Li Hengbo's mood sank into a gloomy valley—this rundown place actually uses concealed wiring; to make it leak electricity would take some effort.

Lin Dongfan chuckled intriguingly: "Your eyes are darting everywhere—what are you looking for? Antiques? Speak up boldly, and I'll help you look."

"I'm looking for trouble!"

Li Hengbo strode up the steps, straight into the main hall, further confirming that this dilapidated house indeed uses concealed wiring.

Inside, only light bulbs and sockets are visible; the wires are hidden.

He turned to Lin Dongfan and asked: "Did you buy this place to flip, or to live in?"

"None of your business."

Lin Dongfan flicked ash from his cigarette and took a leisurely puff.

Li Hengbo smirked indifferently: "Don't get cocky—fifty million for a courtyard house? Even if you emptied the Chu family's coffers, you still couldn't scrape together a down payment; where'd you get all that money?"

"None of your business."

Lin Dongfan kept his legs crossed, maintaining his relaxed smile.

Li Hengbo laughed and cursed: "Damn it, with the Anti-Corruption Bureau identity on your head, you dare to openly buy a courtyard house—do you believe me or not, I'll go back and report you under my real name right now!"

"I didn't just buy one courtyard house; I bought two at once. I'm not afraid of being reported or investigated—do you think that's infuriating or not?"

In the midst of their banter, Lin Dongfan took out a purchase agreement he had just signed today.

He flashed it right under Li Hengbo's nose.

Li Hengbo's face instantly turned the color of pig liver: "You fucking won the lottery? No way you have that kind of shitty luck. Even if you hit the jackpot, it wouldn't be enough for the down payment on two courtyard houses."

"Little Li, you've really disappointed me."

Lin Dongfan solemnly sneered: "How could you think in the direction of winning the lottery? You should steadfastly doubt whether I'm a corrupt official, try to get information from me, then go to the province and report me under your real name—that's how enemies meet and flare up."

"I get it, you fucking licked some rich lady?" Li Hengbo asked doubtfully.

Lin Dongfan smiled without saying a word.

Li Hengbo chuckled lightly: "Damn, you guessed right! I'm not like you—I'm unmarried, while you have a family; that's a problem with your lifestyle!"

"Keep guessing, don't stop—I love seeing you act like a clueless Wise Dragon." Lin Dongfan asked with a smile: "Has Fengchu also come to the capital? Next time remember to bring him along so we can both take the stage and make fools of ourselves."

"You're the Wise Dragon, your whole family are Wise Dragons—pah!"

Li Hengbo spat angrily, turned, and walked away.

At that very moment, Li Hengbo mustered the courage of a bear and a leopard: tonight he would take action and layout, making sure that Lin Dongfan, that dog, wouldn't live past the seventh day of the first lunar month!

The seventh day of the first lunar month is Human Day, the legendary day when Nüwa created humanity.

That bastard doesn't deserve to live to see that day!

After going out, Li Hengbo called Bai Wentuo again: "Fengchu, you probably can't even imagine—Lin Dongfan, that bastard, actually got two courtyard houses! Now he's totally acting like a nouveau riche jerk… I'm not insulting you, it's not me saying this—it's Lin Dongfan saying you're Fengchu, and he even said he'd sleep with your ancestors eighteen generations over..."