"This SUV by the roadside should be yours, right? Also, the Valentino you're wearing must cost at least 10,000 yuan, right?"
"That gold Rolex on your wrist, does it cost 100,000? Someone as rich as you would let your friends celebrate their birthdays in a run-down place like mine?"
After listening, Lin Dong grinned widely, clapping and praising:
"Impressive, impressive! No wonder he's known as the King of Thieves, Ye Zhihuan. He has a sharp eye."
Upon hearing Lin Dong call out his name, Ye Zhihuan's expression changed drastically, and he reached for his gun at his waist with his right hand.
"I advise you not to move!"
Fengzi had already drawn his pistol, the dark muzzle pointing at him from under the table.
"Which gang are you from?"
Ye Zhihuan's hand froze, and he stopped drawing his gun. He asked in a deep voice.
Why didn't you guess we were cops?
Lin Dong asked back with a smile.
“You’re not like that. The cops have an aura of royalty, while you only have the aura of bandits and murderous intent.”
"And with your bald head and your way of doing things, it's obvious at a glance that you're a gangster."
Ye Zhihuan was quite carefree; he simply grabbed a handful of peanuts from the table and started eating them without any rush.
Lin Dong gave Feng Zi a look, signaling him to put the gun away, and sneered:
"Ye Zhihuan, you are very smart and courageous. You are a rare talent, but unfortunately you are unlucky."
"oh?"
Ye Zhihuan raised his eyebrows slightly, staring intently at Lin Dong, as if trying to decipher the meaning of his words.
"No need to guess, are you planning to close tomorrow and smuggle yourself back to Hong Kong Island tonight?"
Ye Zhihuan was startled and could no longer remain calm:
"How...how did you know?"
His secret return to Hong Kong with his men was at the invitation of another notorious thief, Cheung Tsz-keung, to plot a big heist together.
Damn it, the boats were all arranged, could the news have leaked? That shouldn't be the case.
"Did Boatman Kee tell you that?"
"Wrong, I don't know any boatman Ji, I figured it out myself."
Do you take me for a three-year-old?
"Don't believe me? I've calculated it. If you return to Hong Kong tomorrow night and land at the East Ring Pier around 8 pm, you will definitely encounter a military patrol."
"When the time comes, once the two sides open fire, you will be in grave danger."
Lin Dong said with a serious expression.
Why should I believe you?
The cunning Ye Zhihuan would not easily believe the words of a stranger.
"You don't believe me? If I could calculate three things about you, would you believe me?"
Lin Dong pursed his lips, then activated his all-seeing eye, scrutinizing Ye Zhihuan from head to toe.
"Okay, if you can really tell me three things correctly, I'll believe you!"
Ye Zhihuan readily stated that he did not believe there were such miraculous people in the world.
"I won't mention the Type 54 pistol on your left hip, because there are only 6 bullets in the magazine."
Lin Dong described everything slowly and methodically, and the more you looked at him, the more he resembled a charlatan:
"There should be a pack of Hongtashan cigarettes and a blue lighter in the right pocket of your coat."
"In the left pocket, there's a newspaper clipping, right? If I'm not mistaken, it's about Li Ka-shing, the richest man in Hong Kong..."
Before Lin Dong finished speaking, Ye Zhihuan's heart was already filled with turbulent emotions.
Holy crap, who is this bald guy? He can even figure this out?
Is this person really a charlatan... no, a fortune teller?
ruthless bandit Ye Zhihuan
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