Chapter 111
Saint Paul City, Polian Hotel.

Inside a VIP room, Huo Dongsheng was still chatting with Zhao Yan. Each harbored their own intentions, probing the other's depths.

"President Huo's Huaxing Chamber of Commerce is thriving," Zhao Yan said, expressing goodwill towards Huo Dongsheng. "You've been quite the prominent figure lately."

"It's all thanks to the hard work of the comrades in various departments," Huo Dongsheng said lightly. "The Chamber of Commerce is still in its early stages. We need to look to the future."

"President Huo is too modest," Zhao Yan said with a smile. "Among so many Chinese organizations, your Huaxing Chamber of Commerce is the only one that interests us."

Huo Dongsheng smiled without saying a word, watching Zhao Yan.

"Xiao Liu, the file." Halfway through the conversation, Zhao Yan reached out, and his secretary immediately handed him a file sealed with kraft paper.

Zhao Yan opened the kraft paper, took out a printed document from inside, placed it on the table, and gently pushed it towards Huo Dongsheng. "President Huo, some things are easier to understand in writing. We've prepared a detailed document outlining all the relevant conditions and the benefits you and the Chinese Workers' Association can expect. Please take a look."

Huo Dongsheng calmly took the file and began to read it. He read each line carefully, but his face remained expressionless, making Zhao Yan, who was watching him, feel uneasy, unable to fathom Huo Dongsheng's thoughts.

After reading for about three or four minutes, Huo Dongsheng looked up and casually placed the file aside.

He crossed his hands and smiled at Zhao Yan. "Mr. Zhao, have some tea."

Zhao Yan subconsciously asked, "Hehe, President Huo..."

"No rush," Huo Dongsheng waved his hand, interrupting Zhao Yan. "Mr. Zhao just arrived in Saint Paul City. You haven't had a chance to rest yet, have you? How about this, take a couple of days to enjoy Saint Paul City and experience the local customs. Lao Huang, help Mr. Zhao make arrangements. Don't neglect our guest."

"Yes, President," Huang Peishan nodded, then smiled at Zhao Yan. "Mr. Zhao, if you need anything, just let me know."

Seeing that Huo Dongsheng didn't want to discuss the matter in detail after reading the file, Zhao Yan tactfully didn't bring it up again. Since the other party controlled the pace, he couldn't be hasty and needed to be patient.

"Come, Mr. Zhao, try this tea first," Huo Dongsheng said with a smile. "It was sent from the Hua district. It's specially supplied there and has the taste of home."

"Hehe..." Zhao Yan smiled, picked up the teacup, took a light sip, and nodded repeatedly. "Indeed, it's very fragrant."

...

Near the Polian Hotel, two black SUVs were parked at different locations.

Underground parking garage.

Xiao Zhao, the action team leader from Yu Mingyuan's side, sat in the driver's seat of a white sedan. Two bodyguards' corpses lay in the back seat of the car. Two young men stood behind the car, opening the trunk and quickly changing out of their blood-stained clothes, putting on spare, clean baseball shirts.

Xiao Zhao decisively directed the action team through the earpiece. "Team Three, you two go up the VIP elevator. Be careful of Huo Dongsheng's bodyguards. If you see them, don't hesitate, kill them immediately. Don't give them time to react. Team Two, you take the other side's regular elevator, and coordinate with Team One to attack from the front and back. Finally, Team One, you enter the fire escape, cut off all of Huo Dongsheng's escape routes, and are also responsible for receiving Teams Two and Three."

Xiao Zhao glanced at his watch and urged again, "Everyone, check the time. It's 8:45. After the gunfire, the police will arrive at the hotel within ten minutes. Remember, you only have five minutes to act. You must kill the target within five minutes, and then retreat immediately. Be alert. Act quickly. Don't attract attention... Quick, move out!"

Upon the command, the doors of the two black SUVs parked next to them were opened simultaneously. Eight men in black coats got out of the cars, and then quickly split into two teams. One team went directly to the regular elevator, and the other headed for the fire escape.

They had made thorough preparations over the past five months. This time, they were determined to take down Huo Dongsheng.

The two baseball-clad youths also changed their clothes, picked up their baseball bags again, and walked to the VIP elevator, pressing the up button.

"Ding!"

The elevator quickly descended. When the elevator doors opened, it was empty, but the security camera installed inside was visible.

The two baseball-clad youths lowered their heads and pulled down their hats to avoid exposing their faces in the surveillance footage, then walked into the elevator, pressed the tenth-floor button, and stood against the elevator wall.

The elevator doors slowly closed, shook slightly, and began to slowly ascend.

"Ding!"

The elevator suddenly stopped on the first floor, and the doors slowly opened. Three casually dressed men with cigarettes in their mouths entered the elevator. They were burly and didn't seem friendly. Judging by their skin color, they seemed to be locals from Saint Paul City. After entering, they didn't say a word, standing silently at the back of the elevator. One of the bald men carried a heavy briefcase. He seemed very vigilant. As soon as he entered the elevator, his eyes, like those of a hawk, scanned the two baseball-clad youths.

The two baseball-clad youths subconsciously pulled their hats down further.

The elevator doors slowly closed again, and then slowly began to ascend.

The elevator was very quiet, and the bald man was still sizing them up. A drop of sweat rolled down from the brow of one of the baseball-clad youths, sliding down his cheek to his chin.

The bald man frowned slightly. He quickly exchanged glances with his two companions. Then, protecting the briefcase with one hand, he turned around and scolded in Latin, "You two guys... are you with Hope?"

The two youths in baseball uniforms did look a bit strange. They were both looking down, wearing baseball caps, obviously trying to avoid video surveillance, which aroused the suspicion of the black men, because they were bringing goods in.

Neither of them replied, only putting their hands into their baseball bags and taking out two black Remingtons first.

Three seconds later.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

A burst of intense gunfire followed.

"Ding!"

After a while, the elevator slowly stopped on the tenth floor.

The elevator doors slowly opened, the lights flickering. Blood splattered all over the elevator. The two baseball-clad youths stood in the elevator, covered in blood. Beside them lay three bodies riddled with bullets. Scattered on the floor was an open briefcase, packed with square bricks wrapped in kraft paper...

...

At the same time, in the underground parking garage.

Xiao Zhao, pressing his headset, asked in an urgent tone, "What happened? Why did the gunfire start early?"

"We're unlucky. We ran into another group of people in the elevator," one of the youths said, covering the gunshot wound on his left arm, his voice hoarse. "Tell the other two teams to go now!"