An Ning stood at the door for ten seconds, but there was no movement inside. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "The most handsome and charismatic young master in the world has a customer."
This time, she only waited for less than three seconds before the tightly closed door suddenly opened. There was no one at the door, but Anning didn't care and walked straight in, closing the door behind her.
"I'd like to ask you about someone."
Upon entering the room, An Ning went straight to the point without wasting any time.
There was no one in sight, but a voice clearly answered An Ning, "What wind blew Miss Ning, who has been imprisoned three times at such a young age, here?"
His voice was old but very energetic; you could tell from his voice that he was a very vibrant person.
Upon hearing the words "served in prison three times at a young age," An Ning's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.
That's how rumors spread.
I never expected Jiang Yu to be such a big mouth, able to chat up even a crazy old man who stays at home all day.
The room was incredibly cluttered: the shoe rack was embedded in mid-air, the bookshelves were placed on the floor at her feet, and even the bowls and chopsticks were placed directly on the ground. After looking around the room, Anning realized there was no seat for her and plopped down on the floor.
"Has anyone here suddenly become like a nouveau riche? Just in the last few days?"
After saying that, she felt that her description was a bit too exaggerated, so she changed her words, "I can't say that I'm like a nouveau riche... after all, it's only 100,000 yuan, it's just that my consumption level has suddenly increased. Is there anyone suitable? I'll spend... 100 yuan to buy you this information."
After Anning said the number one hundred yuan, a look of great pain appeared on her face, as if she had spent not one hundred yuan, but one million yuan.
The old man huddled in the corner sneered when he heard An Ning's offer, "Young Master Feng never does business for less than 100,000. You're too stingy. We're not a good match."
After saying that, he lowered his head and fiddled with the little gadget in his hand, not even sparing An Ning a glance.
An Ning scoffed after hearing his offer, "It's only 100,000 yuan in total. You're asking me for 100,000? You're really good at robbing people."
As soon as she finished speaking, An Ning didn't waste a moment and immediately stood up and walked towards the old man.
While delivering the food, he said, "One hundred yuan, that's ten bowls of fried rice with sausage, isn't that enough?"
When she reached the old man, he was looking for the last few pieces of the puzzle. An Ning snatched the puzzle from the old man's hand and quickly placed it in the correct missing piece. "Don't be shy, just give me a rock-bottom price."
Feng Jianjun gave a disdainful look and snorted, "I know who it is and where they live, but a hundred yuan is out of the question."
"Once it's done, I'll get you ten sets of these puzzles."
The old man, who had been so confident that it was absolutely impossible, suddenly widened his eyes. His hands, lined with deep furrows, grabbed An Ning's hands and said with great emotion, "My dear Miss Ning, it is my honor to do something for you. That person lives in Building 8, Room 408. His name is Li Wangba."
An Ning's expression faltered for a moment, and she almost burst out laughing.
"Once the matter is settled, the goods will be delivered."
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“Building 8, 408… To be honest, it doesn’t seem to be much better than my 404.”
An Ning walked down the corridor on the fourth floor of Building 8, wearing a hood and with her hands in her pockets, looking quite inconspicuous.
But the confidence she exuded from within was so hard to ignore that even two tattooed men passing by cast scrutinizing glances at her.
An Ning returned the same scrutinizing gaze.
Because everyone knows that few people working at Fengchao are easy to mess with, the two tattooed men, though annoyed by what happened, didn't actually do anything. After cursing the lunatics in their hearts, they left in anger.
An Ning originally planned to politely knock on the door when she got to 408, but she didn't expect that the door, which should have shown her good manners, was not closed, but wide open, waiting for others to come at any time.
You can't blame her for being impolite.
"Who's Li Wangba?"
She leaned against the door frame, her eyes, devoid of any emotion, quietly watching a group of people inside who were engrossed in playing cards around a table.
The noise inside was so loud that no one could hear Anning's voice; it was like singing opera in front of a deaf person.
Three, two, one.
A silver dagger flew from An Ning's wrist, so fast that it left afterimages, and no one could see its trajectory. However, in the room where the clutter was as tall as a person, the silver dagger still accurately stuck into the square table surrounded by the crowd. The blade of the one-finger-long dagger was inserted two-thirds of the way in, showing how much force it had.
The previously noisy room instantly fell silent. The four people sitting in their seats were dumbfounded by the sudden appearance of the knife. Just as they were about to start cursing, someone spoke up first, "Where is Li Wangba?"
A casual remark ignited the anger of the group's leader.
"What nonsense are you spouting? Who told you my name is Li Wangba?! Huh?!!"
A burly man, 1.8 meters tall and weighing 280 pounds, stepped forward and slapped aside the tall pile of clutter blocking his way. "A little brat like you, how dare you talk so big... Hasn't society taught you how to be a decent human being?"
An Ning lifted her eyelids to look at him, and said lightly, "That's still better than the person who stole his brother's daughter's life-saving money."
The burly man approached her step by step, but An Ning stood still and did not retreat an inch, quietly waiting for him to get closer.
She didn't even take out her usual fruit knife.
Li Wangba continued to approach, his fat face twitching incessantly, causing An Ning to frown.
"Give me 100,000 yuan, and I'll leave immediately," she said.
Upon hearing her words, Li Wangba's smile twisted even more. "Ten thousand yuan? You still want that ten thousand yuan from me? That idiot Xinyu actually came to you for it?"
"Someone like you might not even be able to take a punch from me!"
As the two were talking, the distance between them kept shrinking. Before Li Wangba could finish speaking, he had already thrown a punch. His huge fist was aimed straight at An Ning's face. Because the force of the punch was so great, a few strands of hair at An Ning's temples were blown by the wind generated by the punch.
But the punch stopped abruptly in mid-air, barely hovering above An Ning's nose.
It wasn't that Li Wangba changed his mind, nor that he suddenly became afraid of An Ning; rather, it was for his own safety.
Because at this moment, something cold and hollow, round and menacing, was pressed against his chest.
It's a gun!
"I take a punch, you take a bullet, is that fair?"
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