Chapter 176 The Sea Cucumber and Abalone Are Back

In the gambling district of Zone One, inside a cheap hourly hotel, Lao Hei, who had once cooperated with Gou Liuzi in Sinaloa, was now holding a cup of instant noodles in his left hand and a fork in his right. His left cheek and shoulder were holding a phone as he replied in a low voice, "What's up?"

"Got a job. Interested?" Su Tianyu asked directly.

"No, I've washed my hands of that life." Lao Hei replied without hesitation, "I've contracted a hotel here in Zone One, and it's going pretty well. I'm not involved in martial world affairs anymore."

"You haven't washed your feet, have you?" Su Tianyu scoffed at his words, "If you're not involved in martial world affairs, why do you still have your phone on for job calls?!"

"... Stop yapping. What's the job?" Lao Hei asked pretentiously, seeing that he had been exposed.

"Go to the Old Triangle. Seven to ten people. Guns have to be kept on safety at all times." Su Tianyu replied.

Lao Hei blinked, "The Old Triangle is in Zone One. That job's not easy."

"Stop talking nonsense. Are you taking it or not?" Su Tianyu asked.

"How much does it pay?" Lao Hei asked.

"500,000 for a stroll around. Twenty thousand extra for every shot fired." Su Tianyu replied.

"Forget it. I'm running such a big hotel now. Do I need your fifty thousand?" Lao Hei refused directly, "Not going."

"Think carefully. After this call, I'm blocking you. If we want to contact each other again, we'll have to rely on brainwaves." Su Tianyu threatened.

"Don't pretend, and I won't pretend. Let's talk properly, okay?" Lao Hei took a big bite of instant noodles and replied vaguely, "You can call me, which means you have no one else to use. I can talk to you for so long, which means... I'm also a little tight lately. Can we respect each other?"

"How do we respect each other?"

"... Gotta add money!"

"Thirty thousand extra for every shot fired!" Su Tianyu thought for a moment and replied.

Lao Hei blinked, "Then can you give me a little hint? Is there a chance to fire ten or more shots this time?! I'm telling you, I hate these commission-based jobs the most. They're so unstable...!"

"Damn, are you prostituting yourself on credit?! So thirsty?" Su Tianyu asked.

"The hotel business really isn't doing well, it's the off-season...!" Lao Hei said after a long pause.

Su Tianyu scratched his head and replied speechlessly, "Let me put it this way, the other side is a local family from Hanoi in the Old Triangle. Very thorny."

"Then say no more, I'll do it." Lao Hei stood up immediately, "When do we leave?"

"You move out now. Meet in the Old Triangle."

"No problem...!" Lao Hei paused, and asked with some shame, "But can you give me a 30,000 advance payment first?"

"Tell me the truth, what exactly are you going through right now?" Su Tianyu broke down, "Someone in your line of work can't even come up with 30,000? You're a disgrace to the industry...!"

"Can you leave me some face? Don't ask, okay!"

"Send me your card number." Su Tianyu sighed and replied.

"Alright, I'll send you a new phone number later. That's it!"

After the two finished talking and ended the call, Lao Hei slammed the remaining half-bucket of instant noodles directly into the trash can, "Damn, the sea cucumber and abalone are back!"

Since being betrayed last time, Lao Hei really wanted to retire, because he had saved a lot of money over the years. But he didn't expect that this time, he happened to come to the gambling district to find a woman, and after playing in a well-known casino here for two days, he fell into it and got hooked on gambling.

More than 600,000 in savings were gone, and the woman broke up with him too, which made Lao Hei very uncomfortable.

Perhaps this is fate, Lao Hei wanted to leave the martial world, but the martial world insisted on leaving a legend about him...

Thinking this, Lao Hei sent a message to Gou Liuzi and quickly left the hourly hotel.

Half an hour later, Kong Zheng Hui used an account from Zone One to transfer 40,000 to Lao Hei for travel expenses.

After receiving the money, Lao Hei felt like he was standing up again. He changed two temporary SIM card phones and immediately sent out a mass text message with a very simple message.

"Departing for the Old Triangle. Chained job (task that can't be completed in one go), starting at 500,000. Get money for keeping your mouth shut, 300,000 bonus for every shot fired. Need nine people, priority given to those who know how to scout and find vantage points, and have connections in the Old Triangle. Dumb people with lots of money, come quickly!"

Nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, Su Tianyu got up and rushed to Casa Luo.

...

On Xiao Shuang Niu Island, the first day of the exhibition had ended. In addition to socializing, each participating team had also submitted their quotations to the new head of the family, the Tai family.

Inside the restaurant on the second floor of the Cabin Hotel, You Yifan sat frowning at the dining table, with no intention of eating.

"... Jing Yan hasn't returned from Hanoi yet." A middle-aged man next to him said in a low voice, "We don't know now whether our quotations should be submitted together, or whether Jing Yan can submit them himself."

"Jing Yan should be able to handle it himself." You Yifan replied.

"Then the leadership of this matter in the future will be in his hands?" The middle-aged man replied with some concern.

"He doesn't dare to deceive me. My dad and his superiors have already met in Zone One." You Yifan replied in a low voice, "I don't care what the higher-ups mean, I want at least 30% of the shares in this job."

"That's right, they can't do this without our navy." The middle-aged man also nodded.

You Yifan took a sip of tea, sighed, and cursed, "I just don't understand what Jing Yan is thinking. The person was obviously caught, and it would have been over if the Xue family had dealt with it directly. He had to keep him, and now the person has been taken away, and Xue Baolai has been torn apart by vehicles... This operation, I really don't understand it."

"Yes, I also don't understand what Jing Yan means." The middle-aged man also shook his head.

You Yifan had complaints in his heart, because he had always been a very sinister person. He sold out Yu Mingyuan's team, so he must have wanted to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots. If Jing Yan had killed everyone who should have been killed and sent away everyone who should have been sent away, then he would have no worries. But he didn't expect that Jing Yan's move would cause him a hidden danger.

You Yifan was certainly not afraid of Gou Liuzi and his gang, but he was still a little afraid of Yu Mingyuan and the garrison, so he was in a very irritable mood.

...

Hanoi City, inside a certain morgue.

Xue Ping An stared blankly at his son's body, his face livid. Although he had three sons, and the one he looked down on the most was Xue Baolai, this was, after all, his own flesh and blood.

Jing Yan stood aside and persuaded softly, "The matter has already happened, take it easy!"

Xue Ping An turned around, wiped his cheeks without leaving a trace, and replied in a low voice, "I don't care what you mean, but I can't keep that Su Tianyu anymore. I must kill him."

Jing Yan was also very烦躁 in his heart. Su Tianyu had run away, and the things he wanted to do could not be done for the time being.

After speaking, Xue Ping An turned his head to look at the person in the morgue who was responsible for putting makeup on the corpse, and said through gritted teeth, "Sew... sew up my son!"