This dimly lit office is located on the other side of the underground boxing ring.
Its owner, Mingliang, spends all his time in this dimly lit place. At this moment, he has a cigar between his fingers, his legs dangling on the table, and the music from the old-fashioned record player is intermittent, but it does nothing to diminish the smug smile on his face.
The box of cash in front of him was the source of his happiness.
He didn't count how much money it was, but he knew it was a number that satisfied him. He didn't care about the identity of the person he had just made the deal with. All he knew was that it didn't matter if Meng Yan lost his life; his own interests were what mattered.
"Get rid of Meng Yan." These were the first four cold words the man uttered as he walked in.
Mingliang was stunned for a moment, thinking that the man had come to the wrong place. He was about to ask someone to kick him out when he saw the man nimbly place the box on the table. The cash in the box looked dazzling and tempting...
“What is this…” Mingliang frowned.
"You are the owner of this underground boxing ring. Whether the people here live or die is up to you." The man chuckled. "If this money isn't enough to buy Meng Yan's life, I'll add more until you're satisfied."
"Oh."
Mingliang picked up a stack of banknotes with his chubby hands. The banknotes were brand new and still smelled of ink, a seductive scent.
“Sir, you underestimate me.” Mingliang tossed the banknotes into the box. “I would never betray my brothers!”
"Is Meng Yan considered your brother?" The man's lips curled slightly. "Don't flatter yourself."
His bright eyes darkened, and a hint of cunning crept into his smile.
"Meng Yan's life is very valuable," he sneered. "He hasn't earned me enough money yet, how could I bear to let him die? A whole box of the boxing ring's killers' lives wouldn't be enough."
"I told you, I can add as many as you like," the man said in a cold voice. "Boss, there are plenty of boxers, but opportunities to make quick money aren't everywhere!"
Mingliang glanced at him.
The man exuded a chilling aura, and his skin was so white it was almost unreal.
Meng Yan was cold, so cold that he kept everyone at arm's length, but he was like gunpowder beneath an iceberg, ready to explode at any moment. This man, however, was different. He was like an ancient corpse in a coffin, like a cursed mummy. Those who approached him could gain immense wealth, but they could also lose their lives.
However, Mingliang loves money more.
What does life matter? Especially in a border region, life is inherently worthless.
After a long silence, Mingliang gave a cold laugh, slammed the box shut, and looked into the man's eyes, saying each word clearly: "Deal!"
"This is my contact information." The man left a note. "Call me anytime if you want to add as many as you want."
"good."
"I not only want Meng Yan dead, but more importantly, I want him utterly disgraced! You understand what I mean?"
Brightly nodded with a grin.
In a place like this, there are countless ways to ruin someone's reputation; it's an incredibly simple matter.
“But sir,” he smiled, “in a place like this, a person doesn’t really have any ‘fame,’ so being disgraced… it doesn’t really matter.”
“It doesn’t mean much to you,” the man said casually, adjusting his cuffs, “but for me, I just want her to see it, that’s enough.”
"who?"
The man scoffed lightly and did not answer.
"In addition, I need you to help me get rid of someone."
"What?" Mingliang was taken aback. "Oh, that's a different price!"
The man didn't speak, he just clapped his hands.
Soon someone brought in a person who was tied up.
The man was kicked and fell to his knees with a thud. He tried to struggle, but the man grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the ground.
Mingliang was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at his confidant.
The confidant shrugged, indicating that he didn't know what was going on either.
Mingliang looked at the man again, "What does this mean?"
"This man is yours." The man chuckled. "You just said there was a different price?"
"Forehead……"
“I’m giving this person to you for free.” The man looked at him. “He is in excellent health. Every year during his physical examination, all his values are in the best possible range.”
The bound man had a cloth stuffed in his mouth and was making muffled noises, glaring at the man with resentment.
The man then slapped him hard across the face again!
"He has so many usable parts on him! Boss, with such a good organ container right in front of you, are you still going to haggle over the price?"
"this……"
Mingliang chuckled, a greedy glint in his eyes.
Indeed, the man was tightly bound, yet he managed to struggle to his feet several times, though the man pressed him back down each time.
This is enough to demonstrate his health condition.
If he were in the boxing ring, he might be the next Meng Yan.
But the earnings from a single game are far less than the price of an organ.
Bright's laughter grew increasingly ferocious and unrestrained. To him, organ trafficking was like a running pig. He had never eaten pork, but he had seen pigs run and witnessed others killing pigs by pinning them to the ground and then eating their meat.
He had been thinking about this line of work for far too long.
I really don't know which God of Wealth I prayed to today. It seems that sincerity can move mountains and the God of Wealth has appeared and sent me such a huge sum of money!
"Well... thank you, sir!"
Mingliang bowed and scraped, his face plastered with a fawning smile.
A malicious glint flashed in the man's eyes, and he abruptly ripped the gag from the man's mouth. The man immediately let out a caged beast-like roar: "You beast! You're not human!"
The man watched him go crazy with a blank expression, and after a long while, a faint smile flickered across his lips.
"You...you traitor!"
"Sorry." The man crouched down, suddenly grabbing his throat, gritting each word, "In everyone's eyes, you're the traitor. Hahaha..."
"You'll die a horrible death! You'll get your retribution!"
"Retribution?" the man scoffed. "If you cry out for retribution, do you think God will grant your wish?"
"you……"
Before he could speak, the man stuffed the rag into his mouth again.
"Boss, it's all yours now."
"Don't worry, sir, I will certainly not let your kindness go unappreciated!"
The man got up and left, his steps cold and indifferent, while a mournful wail echoed from the room behind him.
"I'll let you live a few more days!" Mingliang looked at the dying man and kicked him again. "I'll deal with Meng Yan first, then see how much you can sell these things for!"
Bright laughed loudly as the old-fashioned record player emitted a ghostly tone, cold and jarring. He swayed his fat body and danced to the rhythm.
He won't be trapped in this underground boxing ring anymore.
Perhaps he will also have a share in the future of the border region!
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