Chapter 743: Chapter 732: Obtaining the Item
“Where?” Song Yun asked.
“In the XXX area, soone will guide you to
once you get there,” Chen Man said, hanging up the phone quickly.
“So, can we go get the stuff now?” Qingluan asked softly.
“Yeah, in the XXX area. Want to co with ?” Song Yun asked.
“Let’s go.”
Song Yun and Qingluan left the inn together and took a taxi to the XXX area.
This XXX district was on the outskirts of WZ city, with many factories and warehouses spread over a vast area.
When they arrived at the XXX district, Song Yun and Qingluan had just gotten out of the car when a man in a gray work uniform approached them.
“Follow .”
Song Yun wasn’t surprised the man knew it was him, for he had hung a pair of sunglasses on his clothes, a necessary move when making a deal with Chen Man — a simple thing, but it helped the parties recognize each other.
Following the man in the gray uniform, they weaved through the factory grounds and soon arrived outside a small, remote warehouse.
At the entrance to the small warehouse stood two warehouse managers who, appearing to be doing nothing in particular, moved closer to the middle of the door when they saw Song Yun and Qingluan approaching. The guide waved his hand, and the pair parted.
Song Yun didn’t even give these apparent warehouse managers a glance; instead, he walked straight into the warehouse, confident Chen Man wouldn’t ambush him. Though he might not rank among the War God List elites, he was at least top of the Dragon List. And Qingluan could seriously injure Kunpeng — so even if the warehouse housed Gai Nie the Kirin and Ghost King, they wouldn’t be scared.
Entering the warehouse, Song Yun looked around. It was similar to a warehouse he had stayed in before, cluttered with many items placed all around.
“Yo, got a new look, huh?” a frivolous voice ca from ahead. Song Yun followed the sound and saw a middle-aged man grinning at him.
“You too?” Song Yun smiled and said, “Last ti I saw you, you had a little mustache.”
“Hahaha, long ti no see. I didn’t expect you to be doing so well!” the middle-aged man walked up to Song Yun, patted him on the shoulder, and said, “When I first t you, you were just a little rcenary.”
“And when I first t you, you were just a small-ti black market dealer. Now look at you, a big boss!” Song Yun laughed and replied.
“Oh, I dare not claim that.”
The two flattered each other but made sure to avoid ntioning each other’s nas or identities, a tacit rule of the trade as neither could ensure there weren’t traitors in their ranks. Spilling nas was irresponsible to both parties. In black market transactions, it’s just money for goods, unless it’s a rip-off, of course.
“Where’s the rchandise?” Song Yun asked.
“Bring it up.” Chen Man signaled to his subordinates, and a group of people carried a large bag from the depths of the warehouse, jingling with tallic sounds, indicating tal objects inside.
“And this.” While speaking, Chen Man took a code case from a subordinate’s hand and handed it to Song Yun. This was a token of his trust in Song Yun; otherwise, he wouldn’t have handed over the goods without receiving the paynt first.
Song Yun opened the case and saw four handguns. He took one out, flicked it to ensure it was a real gun, and then asked, “Is this guy clean?”
“Absolutely clean. You can rely on my reputation,” Chen Man said with a smile.
“Hm.” Song Yun nodded, handed the case to Qingluan, and then opened the big bag on the ground. Inside were a bunch of machetes, not the type you’d see for slicing waterlons in the market, but real, mountain-splitting blades, each over a ter long, with gleaming sharp edges.
Such a blade could sever an arm if used with force, unlike those showy waterlon knives which were just for looks. They might seem impressive but were only good for drawing a bit of blood. Real damage would require more effort.
“All good.” Song Yun didn’t bother to count the knives; instead, he made a call to Black Flood Dragon, instructing him to send a vehicle.
“Alright, just wait for your guys to take the goods, and then let’s have so tea nearby,” Chen Man invited.
“Let’s go. You fleeced
out of quite a bit today. If you don’t have good tea, you’d better think of sothing,” Song Yun joked.
“Of course, the finest Tieguanyin.”
Chen Man led Song Yun into a small room next to the warehouse, furnished with a few sofas and a coffee table.
“Is this your office now?” Song Yun asked.
“One of them. You know how it is in our line of work, we have to guard against the law and prevent backstabbing from others. Ah, isn’t it hard for
to make a bit of hard-earned money?” Chen Man said while boiling water.
“Heh, it sure isn’t easy,” Song Yun said. “But high risk brings high return, right?”
“That’s true. But, Song Yun, since it’s just us here, can you tell
what exactly Wang Billion did to offend you? He’s all on edge lately, making my business harder,” Chen Man asked.
“He took out my brother, so I’ve co for revenge,” Song Yun said plainly.
“Er… sorry about that,” Chen Man said apologetically, “Condolences.”
“Heh, I should thank you for supplying
with the tools,” Song Yun said.
As they chatted, Black Flood Dragon quickly arrived in a Volkswagen with local plates, sohow acquired.
Song Yun instructed Black Flood Dragon to load up the car so they could distribute the goods once they returned to the city. Then, by tomorrow, they’d be ready to take action!
Indeed, Song Yun had scheduled the operation for tomorrow noon!
Song Yun didn’t linger. After collecting the items, he asked Black Flood Dragon and Qingluan to head back first while he went to Wang Billion’s company, still pretending to be a warehouse worker, then saw Wang Billion again at lunchti.
Based on Song Yun’s calculations, Wang Billion’s lunch on the second floor of the cafeteria lasted about an hour – the best chance and the easiest ti to get close to Wang Billion!
What would follow was straightforward. At noon tomorrow, when Wang Billion was eating, that would be Song Yun’s ti to strike.
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