The young man grinned, revealing two rows of teeth stained yellow from smoking, and kicked an open burlap sack next to him.

Inside the sack were stacks of fifty-yuan bills and a few loose gold items.

"Mr. Huang, you must recognize your stuff, right?"

Upon seeing these things, Huang Pinyu could no longer control himself. Like a mad beast, he pounced on the man, without roaring or cursing, only punching him repeatedly with muffled thuds.

"Boss Huang, if you hit him again, he'll die."

The young man stopped him with a smile, but his tone was icy and unquestionable.

"You're someone of status. We'll do the dirty work. As long as the money's right, we'll take care of everything for you."

Huang Pinyu was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. He stared at the burly man whose face was unrecognizable, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Tomorrow morning, at the credit union entrance, 160,000, not a penny less!"

"happy!"

The young man nodded in satisfaction and asked, "So, Mr. Huang, how do you want him to die?"

"I need to know who sent him!" Huang Pinyu's fingernails dug deeply into his palm.

The young man raised an eyebrow and pulled a slip of paper from his pocket: "We asked him, he's a tough nut to crack, he almost bit his tongue off and committed suicide. But we did manage to pry some information out of him."

"The employer was masked, about 1.72 meters tall, very thin, like a bamboo pole. His voice was deliberately lowered and very deep."

1.72 meters tall, very thin?

A series of figures flashed through Huang Pinyu's mind, finally settling on a sinister face.

Li Bingyang!

...

Huanglong Cave Hotel.

Zhang Tian parked the car at the entrance, took a deep breath, and opened the car door.

With each step he took, the fear and struggle on his face lessened a little.

When he stepped into the hotel, a humble yet warm smile was already on his face, as if it were his natural expression.

"Mr. Zhang, over here."

A calm voice came from the corner of the hall.

Zhang Tian looked in the direction of the sound and saw Zhang Cheng sitting leisurely on the sofa by the window, with a cup of hot tea in front of him, smiling at him.

Behind him, Zhao Daming stood like an iron tower, his eyes wary.

The entire city of Jiaxing was in complete chaos, but the eye of the storm was as calm as if it were on vacation.

"Oh, Mr. Zhang!"

Zhang Tian's smile grew even brighter, and he almost jogged forward.

"Your call sent my heart soaring; I almost couldn't keep up with the car!"

He bowed and scraped, adopting an extremely humble posture, as if he were facing not a young man, but a Yama who could decide his life or death.