Chapter 523 Getting Serious
As soon as Han Xi finished speaking, the air in the restaurant seemed to be frozen.
The breathing of Han Shuo's group was trembling.
Some people even secretly touched the mobile phone in their pockets, wanting to contact Han Shuo, but as soon as their fingertips touched the cold metal shell, they were stopped by the eyes of the people next to them.
Everyone knows that contacting the country at this time is pushing the family into the fire pit.
Although they have been in Mamba for these years, they have heard a lot of rumors about Han Xi.
Being able to take away the Han family from his own father and uncles at such a young age, he is obviously not a simple character.
It is rumored that he is ruthless and anyone who dares to provoke him will disappear quietly in the end. Some people may not believe it, but these people like Mamba dare not disbelieve it.
Every year, a few people inexplicably appear in the mining area.
They saw it all.
And they followed Han Shuo out to make a living because Mamba was a place with a high sky and a far-reaching emperor, where they could get away from all the twists and turns in their own country.
But now I understand that if you take root there, you will always have a weak spot that is in the hands of others.
Han Xi's base is in the capital.
As long as their families are in the country, they will never be able to avoid him.
Everyone has their own ulterior motives and is thinking about their own things.
Han Xi's leather shoes rolled over a small piece of broken glass on the floor, making a harsh sound.
He glanced at the pale faces of the group, a sneer curling up at the corner of his mouth: "Why, you want me to read out the address of the domestic branch so that you can remember where your family lives?"
These words were like an ice pick piercing into people's hearts. The deputy manager wearing a gold watch in the front row felt his legs go weak and he almost fell to his knees.
Han Shuo's industries in the country are deeply intertwined, and the wives, children, parents, and parents-in-law of these people almost all live in that big network.
If they really want to fall out, Han Xi has plenty of ways to make every penny they earn from Mamba become a death warrant for their family.
"Young Master, there's no need... This matter is really not something we can decide..."
Someone stammered to persuade him, but before he could finish his words, Han Xi glared at him and nailed him to the spot.
"It seems you don't want the opportunity I gave you."
Han Xi's voice was flat, and he reached out and took the pistol that still smelled of gunpowder from Jiang Dong's hand.
The gun was heavy and shone coldly under the light from the restaurant's ceiling. When he raised his hand, the barrel of the gun was firmly against the mine manager's temples.
The mine manager's toughness evaporated in an instant, cold sweat flowed down his forehead, leaving two white marks on his blood-stained face.
His eyes were wide open, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he wanted to shout "Don't be impulsive", but only a hoarse sound came out.
Someone next to him gasped, and the chair legs made a harsh scraping sound on the ground.
No one expected that Han Xi would really dare to take real action here.
"You've already wasted ten minutes of my time."
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"Last chance, where is the key?"
Han Xi's thumb gently pressed on the trigger, and his fingertips rolled over the cold metal trigger guard.
The mine manager's pupils suddenly contracted, his lips trembled, and his eyes glanced at the ventilation hole in the corner of the restaurant.
That was the secret code he and Lao Zhang agreed upon to hide the key.
But when the words were on the tip of his tongue, he was stopped by the gun barrel. He saw the impatience in Han Xi's eyes, looking at him as if he were a dead object, and finally he completely collapsed.
"It's... it's at Lao Zhang's place... it's really at his place! I swear!"
Han Xi didn't say anything. He turned his wrist and threw the pistol back to Jiang Dong with a "bang". The butt of the gun hit Jiang Dong's palm with a dull sound.
He turned around and sat back in the chair, crossed his long legs, and tapped his knees lightly with his fingertips. The rhythm was neither fast nor slow, but it felt like tapping on everyone's heartbeat.
The mine manager collapsed on the ground, his trouser legs soaked with cold sweat, his bloody hands tightly gripping his trouser legs.
Half a minute later, he stood up tremblingly, holding on to the table, and dragged his broken right leg out.
Every step he took felt like walking on the edge of a knife. His trouser legs rubbed against the wound, causing him to grimace in pain, but he dared not make a sound.
Han Shuo's men lowered their heads, and no one dared to look at Han Xi. They only glanced at the wall clock from the corner of their eyes, watching the second hand ticking away, and every tick sounded like a countdown.
The mine manager trembled as he got up from the ground and dragged his injured leg step by step towards the ventilation duct outside.
During this process, no one dared to move.
After a few minutes, the restaurant door was pushed open and the mine manager almost fell in.
He was holding a palm-sized rosewood box in his arms. The surface of the box was carved with lotus flowers, and the lock was made of brass. It looked quite old.
"Young Master, the key to the raw stone vault is in the box, but the key to the box is really...really with Old Zhang. I didn't lie to you..."
When he handed the box over, his hands were shaking like a sieve, and the box hit the table in front of Han Xi with a slight "dong" sound.
Han Xi just took a look and didn't move.
At this time, the restaurant door was knocked open again.
Jiang Bei walked in holding an old man by the back of his collar. The old man was only wearing a pair of loose flowered pajamas, his upper body was naked, his wrinkled belly swayed with his steps, and he was mumbling.
"Who is it... disturbing me from drinking..."
Everyone in the restaurant was silent and no one dared to speak.
The mine manager's face turned pale and he kept winking at him.
Before Lao Zhang could finish his words, he looked up and saw the mess on the ground, especially the blood on the mine manager's face and the guns in everyone's hands. Then he realized what was happening.
Old Zhang sobered up instantly. When his eyes fell on the leg that was still bleeding on the mine, his legs went limp and he collapsed to the ground.
The waistband of his pants slid down, revealing half of his loose underwear.
"What...what happened?"
"Lao Zhang! The key!"
The mine manager was so anxious that his throat was hoarse. He rushed over and wanted to kick him, but he was worried about Han Xi. He dragged his injured leg and stopped abruptly halfway.
When Lao Zhang saw the situation, he didn't dare to ask any more questions.
He fumbled around in his pajama pockets for a long time and pulled out a copper key with a small gourd pendant hanging on the key chain.
He lay on the ground and handed the key over tremblingly. When his fingertips touched Han Xi's hand, he shrank back as if he had been electrocuted.
Han Xi took the key, inserted it into the keyhole and turned it half a circle. With a light "click", the box opened a crack.
He just glanced at the contents, closed the box and put it in his arms. When he stood up, the chair legs made a harsh sound on the ground.
"The mining area's accounts, equipment, and the goods that haven't been shipped away."
Without even turning his head, he said to Jiang Dong, "Sort it out before dawn."
Jiang Dong nodded in agreement and glanced at Han Shuo's group with a warning look in his eyes.
Han Xi glanced at Deng Xiulin, who had been silent beside him. Deng Xiulin then lazily raised his eyelids and followed his footsteps.
When the two walked out of the restaurant, the wind outside had stopped at some point, and the moon came out from behind the clouds, shining on the gravel on the ground, like scattered silver coins.
In the restaurant behind them, Han Shuo's men watched them disappear into the night. Finally, someone dared to breathe deeply, but no one dared to speak.
They all knew that from the moment Han Xi pulled the trigger, Han Shuo no longer had the final say in this mining area.
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