Zhang Fan has returned to the shop.
The shop's lights were dim and warm, like a gentle touch in the night, a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle outside.
Liu Tiezhu is selling information right now. The underground lottery is booming. You could say that everyone has stopped working and is buying lottery tickets to win.
Zhang Fan was aware of the recent rampant underground lottery, which not only disrupted market order but also plunged many families into hardship.
The authorities are about to launch a nationwide crackdown, and many people will be arrested.
Zhang Fan stood at the door, his gaze sweeping over Liu Tiezhu's busy figure, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
That Tiezhu always manages to find something to "make money." If I hadn't stopped him, he would have already taken on orders and made a fortune.
Selling information now is fine, just don't do it when there's a crackdown.
Trying to settle him down is definitely not going to work.
Last night, I had a very good and in-depth conversation with Cindy. It was a very pleasant conversation, although one of us was passive and the other was active.
Passive people don't know how to refuse; only proactive people have the right to choose and can play however they want.
Of course, we had a lot of fun. Cindy is not as simple as she seems on the surface.
She was actually a pawn, a pawn of a foreign giant, who had their eyes on her family's secret recipe.
I gave her a thorough lesson last night, a comprehensive lesson.
I don't know if she's satisfied with me, and of course she certainly doesn't know that I've been giving her a lesson.
In that dazed state, all she knew was that Lu Xiuxiu had sold her out; she knew nothing else.
Just as Zhang Fan was lost in his thoughts, a soft sound of footsteps broke the silence of the shop.
The sound was so soft it was almost imperceptible, yet it still reached Zhang Fan's ears.
Suddenly looking up, my gaze passed through the half-open wooden door, and I saw a figure quietly approaching. The figure's steps were steady, and each step seemed to be calculating the distance and timing.
Brother Guoqiang? He is a well-known figure in both the legitimate and criminal worlds.
Wasn't he wanted by the police?
Why did you end up here?
Guoqiang was dressed unusually discreetly today. A dark baseball cap was pulled low over his forehead, revealing only half of his face. He also wore his signature sunglasses, making it impossible to see his eyes.
He gripped a weapon tightly in each hand: a sharp dagger, its cold light gleaming, as if ready to cut through any obstacle at any moment.
His other hand was hidden inside a large trench coat, with the outline of a pistol vaguely visible. The dark muzzle seemed to be silently telling of threat and death.
Every step Guoqiang took revealed a suppressed ferocity, a temperament cultivated from long-term exposure to the edge of life and death, which sent chills down one's spine.
His gaze, peering through the gaps in his sunglasses, was fixed on Zhang Fan inside the shop. His eyes held both determination and anticipation, as if he were waiting for the perfect moment to strike, or perhaps assessing Zhang Fan's reaction.
Seeing this, Zhang Fan's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile.
As a crucial link in this chain, Brother Guoqiang will certainly not let this go unpunished.
However, Zhang Fan did not show the slightest panic; instead, he felt a sense of excitement.
As he slowly walked out of the shop, meeting Guoqiang's hostile gaze, the distance between the two silently closed.
A tense and subtle atmosphere permeated the air, as if even the surrounding air had frozen.
Zhang Fan's eyes were calm and deep. He said in a low voice, "Brother Guoqiang, is there something urgent that you came to see me so late?"
Guoqiang did not answer immediately, but narrowed his eyes slightly, seemingly sizing up Zhang Fan and assessing his strength and determination.
"Someone offered me an irresistible price to kill you."
Guoqiang sneered, seemingly surprised that Zhang Fan was so bold as to come out directly.
"Oh? Someone's here? How much did they bid? Can I double it?"
Zhang Fan clearly had no intention of making a move.
Double?
"Who do you think you are?" Guoqiang sneered. He also had professional ethics.
How could someone betray their employer for double the money?
I don't want to listen to this kid's nonsense right now.
"Ten million, how about that?"
Zhang Fan spoke directly.
Ten million?
Before, Guoqiang wouldn't have paid any attention to him, but now, he's definitely a little tempted.
"I can't afford to offend that person. No amount of money can change that. You can only blame yourself for offending her."
Brother Guoqiang, put away that wavering heart. You can't do this. You can't be so indecisive.
Since I'm being paid, I'm bound to do the job. Otherwise, how will the underworld view me?
So Guoqiang pulled out a gun. Taking down a person was very simple; it only took one bullet.
One shot and that kid's gone. There's no point in wasting words with him.
Zhang Fan sped up even more, flicking the stone in his hand, which knocked the gun out of Guo Qiang's hand.
Guoqiang, who had been standing there stunned, immediately pulled out a gun and lunged at him.
After all, he's a ruthless figure in the underworld, so he's still quite vicious.
One strike and that's it, this kid's done for.
Let's kill this kid first.
However, Brother Guoqiang underestimated Zhang Fan. His slash failed to kill Zhang Fan.
On the contrary, Guoqiang was the one who felt the pain, clutching his wrist as he was knocked to the ground, and then he was instantly stabbed twice in the thigh.
"If you dare touch me, my brothers will wipe out your whole family."
Guoqiang finally realized that Zhang Fan was not someone to be trifled with.
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