The top-floor clubhouse of Yunying Building in Qishi District, Nandu.
In a spacious and brightly lit entertainment room, four men are sitting together playing mahjong.
"Nine thousand, I win!"
An elderly man with a gentle face spread out the cards in front of him and exclaimed with slight excitement.
"President Lu is having a really good day, he's won six hands in a row."
To the left of the old man, a thin middle-aged man said in a flattering tone.
"Hey, isn't it all because you, Boss Gao Qijiang, know how to feed the cards to your opponent? Haha..."
Lu Jingye laughed heartily; it felt so good to be fawned over.
In the Jianghu of Southern Metropolis, no one has dared to defy him for many years, except for the reckless Lin Dong and Wan Qingshan.
"President Lu, at this time, Wan Qingshan should be almost at Rongshu Ferry, right?"
Gao Qijiang's eyes narrowed, a sinister killing intent flashing in his deep pupils.
The humiliation and the murder of my son can be avenged today. I will not let Wan Qingshan and Lin Dong get away with it...
"Don't worry, Boss Gao. With our strategist Guan Bo involved in the planning, and with your full cooperation, who do you think can break this trap?"
Lu Jingye revealed a relaxed expression. In order to teach the ungrateful Lin Dong and Wan Qingshan a lesson, Yunying Society did not hesitate to involve Gao Qijiang, who hated the two to the bone, and set up a shocking murder plot.
Before long, the entire underground forces of Nandu will realize that Yunying Society is the true leader of the Nandu underworld, and those who disobey will only face death or be cruelly divided and swallowed up.
Even if you are the most renowned underworld expert in Southern Metropolis, you are no exception.
"Killing a person is easy, but to destroy their spirit at the same time requires a lot of thought."
Once this situation unfolds, Lin Dong will surely cut himself off from the martial world, becoming infamous and then facing death in despair…
With his graying hair, Guan Bo smiled and said, unable to suppress a hint of self-satisfaction with his own plan.
"Master Guan's shocking killing scheme is so ingenious, with each part linked to the next. I admire it greatly."
"Not at all, this also requires Chairman Lu's strong support, the smooth operation from top to bottom, and Boss Gao's close cooperation to make it happen, hehe..."
The mahjong table quickly turned into a cacophony of compliments and flattery.
Of the four, only Ghost Hand Mo Huan remained silent.
He was actually quite unwilling to see this situation.
Lin Dong's martial arts talent is one in a hundred years; it would be such a pity if such a genius were to die young.
Could it be that my words about Lin Dong back then have become a self-fulfilling prophecy?
"Lin Dong is a dragon among men. He should not be allowed to use his talents. He will surely rise to prominence in the future. However, if he becomes too prominent, he will be easily broken."
...
Lin Dong returned to the Audi as quickly as possible, and then sped off towards Rongshu Ferry.
The gunshots that Wan Qingshan just heard over the phone confirmed his suspicions.
It turns out that from beginning to end, this was all a setup, a shocking trap set against Lin Dong and Wan Qi.
The scheme began the moment he refused to join the Cloud Shadow Society.
Mo Huan's appearance in the afternoon was merely a final confirmation of Lin Dong's feelings.
Gao Qijiang's involvement, along with the appearance of another Hong Kong assassin, foreshadows that Lin Dong's plot to assassinate Gao Xin has been exposed.
There was one thing Lin Dong couldn't understand: if they had already decided to take action, why would the Good Friend Killer appear in the coffee shop?
Instead of killing him, the assassin politely asked to borrow a light to light his cigarette.
Is it simply a way to show off to oneself? Or is there a deeper conspiracy?
Lin Dong's face was ashen, his mind racing. If Wan Qingshan were to get into trouble, he would immediately be left to fight alone, and the situation would be extremely passive.
Lin Dong, with one hand on the steering wheel, dialed Niu Defa's mobile phone:
"Old Niu, this is urgent. Don't ask anything. Just remember what I'm about to say:"
1. From now on, I will have my mom and Xiaolu stay home and not go out until I get home.
2. Get the military genius to get guns and ammunition from the black market as soon as possible.
3. Guard the villa well and do not allow any strangers to approach. If attacked, kill without mercy.
4. Arrange for Eagle Eye and Fengzi to monitor one person: Zhuang Tongfang, the captain of the Provincial Criminal Investigation Corps.
5. Help me find a Hong Kong Island man wearing a red and black plaid jacket, confirm whether he is still in Southern Metropolis Daily, and find him as soon as possible.
6. If something happens to me, please contact someone named Ling Xiaoxiao. Her phone number is: 139…
...
Eighteen minutes later, Lin Dong's car arrived at Rongshudu.
On a secluded cement road 900 meters from Rongshu Ferry [Zhouji Snake Restaurant], a black Mercedes-Benz W140 lay diagonally on the edge of a paddy field.
A strong sense of foreboding welled up in Lin Dong's heart.
It takes no more than 20 minutes to drive here from Blue Mountain Cafe, which is more than enough time for the Good Friend Assassin to come and ambush him.
The Cloud Shadow Society and Gao Qijiang really went to great lengths; they even calculated the location and time.
Lin Dong parked his Audi on the side of the road, got out of the car, and ran over.
The black Mercedes-Benz W140 on the ridge of the field had its front end severely deformed, indicating that it had been violently struck by another vehicle.
The two car doors closest to the road were already open, and a strong smell of blood wafted over from afar.
Lin Dongxin's heart sank. He pushed aside several onlookers and rushed to the front of the carriage.
Inside the messy carriage, Wan Qingshan lay sprawled on the back seat, his head tilted to one side. He had been shot twice, once in the left chest and once in the right temple. Dark red blood stained half the carriage...
Lin Dong closed his eyes in despair. Old Wan's gunshot wound was beyond saving; even a miracle couldn't save him.
Opening his eyes, he looked at Fan Gui in the driver's seat; the gunshot wound in his right chest was still bleeding.
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