Chapter 337: "What is the name of this experimental subject?"

When the new leader of the Black Dragon Gang arrived at the door, Old Man Qiao was looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, smoking a cigarette he had taken from Zhang Mazi's pocket.

Fan Rong, the new leader of the Black Dragon Gang and also the former second-in-command, is 38 years old this year, in the prime of his life. He is dressed in a new Chinese style and looks handsome, but a fierce scar running from his cheekbone to his chin disfigures him and makes him look fierce.

He knew Qiao Zheng. Back then, Qiao Zheng dominated the west side of the city with his miraculous hypnotic skills. Who didn't know his infamous reputation? But things had changed. The once-famous Qiao Zheng had long since faded from grace, a fallen victim to his downfall. His hypnotic skills were never seen again. Younger generations didn't even know he existed.

Now, he and his hypnosis skills have resurfaced, and his first stop is the Black Dragon Gang. Killing people at their doorstep—what's the difference between that and vandalizing the gang? If he can't give his men a reasonable explanation today, he'll be out of the job as leader.

"Mr. Qiao," he said slowly, "what brings you here?"

He glanced at the corpse on the ground, waved his hand, and signaled someone to drag the body away and dispose of it.

"Since you're here, you're a guest." He gestured to invite her in. "Would you like to talk inside?"

Old Man Qiao originally thought that Fan Rong would ask him why he killed Zhang Mazi, but this man didn't even look at the corpse for a second, and acted very politely, which made Old Man Qiao think highly of him.

He always likes people who are patient and sensible.

"You've grown up, Fan Rong." He walked inside. "No, should I call you Fan Ye now? Big Brother?" (In slang, small bosses are called Big Brother, and big bosses are called Big Brother.)

"You can call me whatever you want," Fan Rong said calmly. "I wonder what brings you to our Black Dragon Gang with such a big fuss?"

Qiao Zheng used to be looked down upon because he had stopped using hypnosis after that incident. Now that hypnosis has resurfaced, he has become the old Mr. Qiao again, and no one dares to provoke him unless they are absolutely sure they can kill him.

Although the Black Dragon Gang and Qiao Zheng had a grudge, Fan Rong did not think that he came here for revenge today.

He appeared calm on the surface, but his mind was full of thoughts.

What a coincidence that he had just sat on this chair when someone came to cause trouble with their Black Dragon Gang? Even more coincidental was that the person who died was Zhang Mazi, who had a bad relationship with him.

Regardless of Qiao Zheng's purpose, this was an opportunity. If Qiao Zheng didn't give him the reason he wanted, he would just kill him and use his death to establish his position. Inside was the headquarters, and even if Qiao Zheng's hypnosis skills were powerful, two fists were no match for four hands.

"'Such a big deal'? I'm not going to take it. Zhang Mazi was yelling at me. He was being rude. I just dealt with him for you. It's just a small matter. I don't think you mind, do you?"

"Zhang Ming offended you, he deserves to die," Fan Rong said, "but he is a family member after all, and he shouldn't dirty the hands of outsiders."

"It's okay. After all, I watched Fang Wen (the former Black Dragon Gang boss) grow up. Now that he's dead, as an elder, I can't help but worry about the gang he left behind." Old Man Qiao made a few witty remarks, and before keeping Fan Rong waiting for too long, he got to the point: "However, the main reason I'm here today is to deliver a letter for someone."

"oh?"

"You haven't found out who killed Fang Wen yet, right?"

Fan Rong's expression remained unchanged, and he did not deny it. "You came here specially, do you have any clues?"

Old man Qiao reached out and took out a letter.

The slender brown envelope was printed with a red seal, clean and tidy, without any creases.

Fan Rong took the letter but did not open it in a hurry. He walked into the hall and asked someone to serve tea before unfolding the letter.

After just one glance, he frowned slightly.

The person who killed Fang Wen was from the Quanming Gang?

However, only people from Miaojiang can use the poison arrows, and no one in the Ming Gang has a Miaojiang background.

Fan Rong suddenly remembered that after Fang Wen died a few days ago, the Quanming Gang took advantage of the internal chaos of the Black Dragon Gang and seized the land at the West City Wharf.

That's a pier. The gold foil floating on the sea can peel off a layer of sand there. It's just that Fang Wen died too suddenly, otherwise how could Fan Rong let the Quanming Gang take it away so easily?

If the killer was sent by the Quanming Gang, then they have sufficient motives and they are indeed vested interests.

As for Black Crow…the group has always had a positive image. While legitimate companies like these might interact with the underworld, they usually collaborate on economic crimes, or hire someone to cover for them or clean up the mess, rather than directly participating in underworld power struggles.

The letter specifically mentions Black Crow. Is it implying that Fang Wen’s death is related to Black Crow?

Fan Rong felt that this was not credible.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Qiao Zheng take out another thing and put it on the table.

"This is……"

The short section of the emerald green quiver forms a sharp contrast with the dark mahogany tabletop.

"The weapon that killed Fang Wen."

Fan Rong picked up the quiver, weighed it, and felt its heavy feel.

Yes, this was the blowgun dart the Miao people had described to him. The dart was made of bamboo, several sections long, and could be disassembled and reassembled at any time. Inside, it was filled with poison-infused arrows.

Although this is the craft of the Miao people, there are very few people who can use it after being passed down over the years. At least as far as Fan Rong knows, there are no Miao people in Gangcheng who can use it.

Now, someone put evidence in front of him and asked Qiao Zheng, who had regained his hypnosis skills, to come to their Black Dragon Gang, with the purpose of cooperating with them and helping the Black Dragon Gang regain the dock.

It doesn’t really matter who killed Fang Wen, but taking back the dock in the name of revenge will allow him to secure his position as the leader of the Black Dragon Gang, which is very important to Fan Rong.

The other party obviously knew this and was quite sincere, so he directly gave him the murder weapon.

Fan Rong put down his quiver and lit a cigarette.

The rising smoke blurred his features. He pondered for a moment, then asked, "What are the conditions for cooperating with me? And what are your plans?"

Helping them retake the dock would only benefit the Black Dragon Gang and Fan Rong.

Old man Qiao drank his tea calmly.

The tea is good tea, which reminds him of the glorious past.

"We're making friends, what are the conditions?" he said. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. You should understand, right, Fan Rong?"

"As for how to do it..." He put down the teacup and gestured.

Fan Rong's pupils shrank slightly.

"You provide the manpower, and we provide this." Qiao Zheng still had that indifferent smile on his face, but in Fan Rong's eyes he seemed very mysterious and full of confidence.

If Old Man Qiao can really provide what he said... then the power behind him is not simple.

After a moment, Fan Rong smiled and stretched out his right hand.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Qiao."

An old but powerful hand and a young but bony hand clasped hands in the aroma of tea, and a deal was sealed.

At this time, Fan Rong did not know that the decision he made would change the power structure of Hong Kong City for the next ten years.

"Okay, old man, I have things to do, and there's nothing much to talk about with you guys." Old man Qiao patted his clothes and stood up, "I'll be leaving first."

Fan Rong's eyes flashed, "Mr. Qiao, why don't you stay here and let us show our hospitality?"

The old man smiled and said, "Thirty years have passed, and now it's your turn to show me your hospitality."

"Forget it." He turned around, walked past the standing minions, reached into his trouser pocket and took out the mobile phone, stuffed it into his own pocket, and turned back before leaving: "But if you really want to send someone to follow me, an old man, I don't object."

Watching his back disappear from the door, Fan Rong waved to the person next to him.

"Ah Zhong, go see Mr. Qiao off." After he bowed, Fan Rong said, "Protect our partners."

"yes."

The people nearby chased after him.

Fan Rong sat where he was and picked up the quiver to play with it again.

I don't know what mechanism was pressed, but the quiver suddenly extended, and a thin, sharp metal arrow shot out of the quiver, piercing through the air and silently piercing the portrait on the wall.

As luck would have it, the portrait happened to be that of the former leader Fang Wen, and the poison arrow had hit his heart.

"It is indeed a deadly weapon." Fan Rong sighed and drank all the tea on the table.

…

The next day.

"Is this the person sent to you by the Black Dragon Gang?"

Xiao Linxi pointed at Ah Zhong, who was leaning against the wall in a daze and clearly unconscious, and asked the old man in confusion, "Is he high?"

"Little girl, you're so ignorant." The old man blew his beard and glared, "This is hypnosis! Knowing you were coming, I must have hypnotized him first. Otherwise, you'd have to climb through the window when you come back!"

"He's unconscious in this state and won't remember what happened here."

Lin Xi looked at the old man's smug expression and twitched his lips: "Wow, that's amazing - why haven't I seen you use it before?"

With such amazing skills, why did it have to be her turn to rescue in the first place?

"Hide your shortcomings so you can live longer, kid," the old man said. "If everyone were like you, bold and flamboyant, it would be like setting off firecrackers during the New Year's holiday – loud and vibrant when they go off, but quiet down after the excitement fades."

Lin Xi just thought he was farting.

She saw the mobile phone in the old man's pocket and reached out her hand without hesitation.

"Don't think I'm nagging." The old man took out his mobile phone and reluctantly handed it to Xiao Linxi. "I was just like you back then. I was holding a grudge and refused to submit to anyone... In the end, no one could protect me, and I ended up with nothing next time. I used the horoscope to tell you, little girl, that you're going to face a life-threatening situation soon. There's only a glimmer of hope in this dead end..."

"If you like fortune-telling so much, why don't you go set up a stall to tell fortunes?" Lin Xi said quietly, "Go to the streets and cheat adults instead of fooling a kid like me."

She skillfully edited the email on her cell phone.

Miyano Shiho floated beside her, watching her fingers working non-stop.

After Miyano Shiho came back yesterday, she told Lin Xi the way she saw Akai Muwu contact the organization and the content of the contact.

He didn't play any tricks and wrote everything Lin Xi asked him to tell the organization in the email.

Miyano Shiho didn't recognize that email address, it must be someone's private email address in the organization.

Lin Xi followed suit and sent an email to that person.

"Karasuma Renye has a very important experimental subject in Hong Kong. He has built an entire pharmaceutical company specifically for her research."

"Want to know her research information?"

Lin Xi clicked send.

The reply to the email came faster than she expected. In just a cup of tea, the other party replied.

"What is the name of this experimental subject?"

Weird question.

She thought the question would start with "Who are you?", as it did at the beginning of all conversations.

Lin Xi thought about it and typed.

"Linxi."

send.