Chapter 521 Hand over the key!
The Mamba at that time.
The moment the call was hung up, Han Xi's knuckles gripping the phone suddenly tightened, leaving several white marks on the remaining call records on the screen unconsciously.
The tone that he had deliberately slowed down when speaking to Xu Fangye just now completely disappeared, and the last trace of gentleness in his eyes seemed to be extinguished by ice water, leaving only a dark and murderous look.
He let out a deep breath, turned around and leaned against the terrace railing. The evening breeze lifted the collar of his shirt, but it couldn't blow away the frost that suddenly condensed between his brows.
Ah Li......
These two words, like a cigarette butt that was suddenly extinguished, left a burning bitter taste in his throat.
Anxiety climbed up my spine like a vine, bringing with it dense, tingling pain.
He suddenly turned his head to look in the direction of the restaurant. The lights inside the glass door flickered, reflecting the smiling faces of Han Shuo's confidants who were pretending to be polite.
But now it is like a thin layer of sugar coating, and the fangs hidden underneath are almost piercing through the disguise.
He turned his head to look at Jiang Bei in the shadows, without saying a word, but raised his eyebrows slightly, and the usual indifference at the corners of his eyes suddenly tightened.
That was a signal that needed no further explanation.
Jiang Bei moved almost the moment his eyes fell on him. The black figure brushed past the vines at the corner of the wall and silently merged into the thick, inky night of the Mamba Mining Area without even a trace of wind.
Han Xi adjusted the collar of his shirt and turned to walk towards the restaurant. The remaining emotion on his face had completely disappeared.
The only thing was that the sound of footsteps on the stone road was a little heavier than when they came.
The moment the door was pushed open, the originally noisy atmosphere suddenly became stagnant. The wine glasses in the hands of Han Shuo's confidants stopped in mid-air, and before they could even wipe away the smiles on their faces, their gazes were as if drawn by invisible strings, fixed on him.
"Young Master, why are you back alone?" The scarred man closest to the door spoke first. His voice was deliberately warm, but his eyes glanced at the empty corridor behind Han Xi. "Where's the assistant you brought with you? Didn't he go out with you?"
He laughed, "The mining area is not peaceful at night. It's better for those who are not familiar with it not to wander around."
Han Xi didn't respond to him, but walked straight to the main seat and sat down. His fingertips tapped lightly on the cold table, making a regular sound, as if counting down this hypocritical maneuvering.
The shoulder line that was relaxed just now was now stretched straight. He raised his eyes and scanned the crowd. His gaze seemed to be icy, freezing the next words of Scarface in his throat.
"The key to the mine's raw stone vault."
He spoke, his voice much colder than it had been on the phone, "Who has it now?"
The air froze instantly.
The smile on the tall and thin man's face froze, and he subconsciously looked at a slightly plump middle-aged man next to him.
The latter coughed dryly, picked up the teapot and added water to Han Xi. The water from the spout hit the bottom of the cup, making a slight sound, trying to dilute the sudden feeling of oppression.
"Why did the Young Master suddenly ask this? The key has always been kept by the warehouse staff according to the rules. The Fourth Master explained this before he left. Without his order..."
"I'm asking now."
Han Xi interrupted him, his fingertips stopped tapping, and the force of their impact on the table made the cups and plates vibrate slightly. "My fourth uncle is not here, so someone has to hold the key."
The slightly chubby man paused, a few drops of tea spilling onto the table. He quickly wiped them with a tissue and smiled awkwardly, "This... Old Zhang is on duty in the warehouse today, so he should have the key. But Young Master also knows that the rules of the raw stone warehouse are strict. Even if you have the key, without Fourth Master's warrant..."
At this moment, the tall and thin man rolled his eyes and moved closer to him with a smile: "Young Master, why did you suddenly mention the key? Is there something urgent?"
"You know the rules of the warehouse. Without the Fourth Master's order, we, the subordinates, dare not make any decisions. Why don't you take a rest first and wait until we have consulted the Fourth Master..."
"Ask him?"
Han Xi twitched the corners of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. Instead, it was like a blade cutting through ice. "When did the Han family's things become my fourth uncle's private property?"
The chill in his words made several of his confidants' faces change.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, someone tried to practice Tai Chi.
"Young Master, you don't know that the security in our mining area has been really bad recently. You also know how important the key to this original vault is to our Han family. We really can't just take it out casually."
As soon as someone started, someone else followed suit, pretending to be confused and saying, "We'd like to give you the key, but the Fourth Master left in a hurry and only gave us a rough idea of where he left it. We don't know where he left it exactly, so we won't be able to find it for a while."
While his men were dealing with Han Xi, the mine manager simply fell silent, avoiding Han Xi's gaze and simply pretending to ignore him.
They talked in circles, one after another, as if weaving a net, trying to trap Han Xi's questions.
Han Xi kept his eyes downcast and said nothing from beginning to end.
So that no one could see his expression.
Those people thought that he was suppressed by their excuses, but only those who knew Han Xi knew that this was a sign of his anger.
really.
The mine manager lowered his eyes and just breathed a sigh of relief.
Han Xi spoke.
"I'll say it one last time."
The tall man slowly stood up and looked down at the people who were silenced for a moment. The last trace of warmth in his eyes completely faded away, leaving only an almost cruel indifference.
"Hand over the keys."
Seeing that he couldn't play dumb any longer, the mine manager quickly stepped out to smooth things over: "Young Master, it's not that we don't want to hand it over, it's just that the Fourth Master gave us instructions when he left. You suddenly want the key, is there something wrong? If you have any difficulties, we are all family, just tell us..."
As he spoke, he tentatively observed Han Xi's expression, trying to find a hint of relaxation in those frozen eyes.
Han Xi watched them exchange glances with each other, watched them use "rules" and "Fourth Master's instructions" as shields, watched them clearly panicking but still trying to pretend to be calm and go around in circles.
The suppressed uneasiness had already turned into a wildfire in his heart, and now only the coldness that spread across the prairie remained.
He suddenly smiled, but the smile did not reach his eyes, instead it made the temperature around him drop a few degrees.
"It seems that you don't want to give it."
He stood up slowly, the chair legs making a harsh sound as they scraped against the ground. "Alright."
As soon as the last word "OK" was uttered, a muffled sound suddenly came from outside.
There was a sound like something heavy falling to the ground, followed by several hurried footsteps, mixed with vague shouts, shattering the false tranquility in the restaurant.
The smiles on the faces of Han Shuo's confidants instantly collapsed. Their mouths, which had just been trying to refuse cleverly, were half open, and their eyes all looked towards the door.
The calmness in his pupils was like shattered glass, instantly shattering into countless pieces of panic.
The tall and thin man dropped the wine glass in his hand to the ground with a clang, and the wine splashed on his trouser legs, but he was completely unaware.
He froze in place, forcing out a distorted question from his throat: "Outside...what's going on?"
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