20demayo Chapter 66, want one? A C4 brand cigarette.
Chapter 66, want one? A C4 brand cigarette.
Looking at the timer that started ticking again, Old Xu's face darkened. Helpless, he picked up his cell phone and contacted someone to send the money immediately.
The loss of over 50 million yuan means that the entire Xinji Society has lost at least half a year's profits.
Hey!
The more Lao Xu thought about it, the angrier he became. He didn't care about manners anymore and had Lin Guoyang dragged out and given a good beating.
It's all because of this bastard's reckless actions that his gang not only lost face and reputation, but also suffered huge financial losses.
Is it wrong for someone to just chat, brag, and pick up girls when they have nothing better to do?
Why did you have to provoke this evil star!
An hour later, Chen Fan saw the ransom of 55 million, and then he contacted Fly to release the prisoners.
"Brother Yan, we've become friends through a misunderstanding. Remember to contact me again if there are any more good deals like this in the future, and I'll give you a 20% discount next time!"
Upon hearing this, the members of the New Journal were so angry that they gritted their teeth.
God the hell, we became friends after a fight.
You've really gone all out with your extortion and blackmail tactics.
There's one price on the surface, but another price behind the scenes; if others don't pay, there's always a "trigger" (something unexpected).
"Brother Yan, Brother Long, I forgot to tell you that I'm a petty person. If you want revenge, you'd better kill me in one go, otherwise these little things might grow into little mushrooms in places they shouldn't."
Chen Fan thought for a moment and added, "Also, I'm not a cop. I don't need evidence to do things. A suspicion is enough to give me a target."
"We'll call it even with you, but we'll definitely get back the territory that Xinji lost."
Old Xu's gaze fell on Liang Kun, Gan Zitai, and Baji.
If they can't handle Chen Fan, this mad bomber, then they can't handle the other leaders of Hung Hing.
"Let's settle things in the martial world, play by the rules, and we'll play along."
Jiang Tiansheng confirmed that the bomb's timer had been turned off before mustering the courage to continue the conversation.
Damn, they were genuinely scared when they didn't say anything just now.
If he had known this negotiation would turn out like this, he would never have shown any backbone.
Xu Long glanced at the bomb on the table, then at the leg-shaking Little B, "Ah Sheng, you'd better keep your promise and play by the rules."
Facing the look Xu Long gave him, Xi B looked completely bewildered.
The bomb was just placed in front of him at the beginning; it wasn't his. Why was he staring at it?
Damn! I got shot even while lying down?
Xu Long wasn't particularly concerned about Xi B because of the bomb incident, but rather because Xi B had a history of wearing red shoes.
Many of their new employees have grievances that are not well-received. Being targeted by their peers is nothing; it's just competition, and they can retaliate as long as they get back at them.
But if the police find out that you've lost both your money and your person, that's a minor matter. If they follow the clues and find out some serious incriminating evidence, you're finished.
Once the tone was set, the new reporter left dejectedly, while Lin Guoyang was left behind.
Anyway, this guy has already been unanimously expelled from the New Triad. Even if Chen Fan doesn't kill him, the prisoners released by the New Triad will still make things difficult for him. Rather than letting this life fall into the hands of our own gang, it's better to hand it over to Hung Hing openly and fairly, so as to eliminate a potential threat.
Chen Fan didn't stand on ceremony with them and directly contacted a plane to come in and take the person away. This was his leverage over Watson.
After the area was cleared, the restaurant lobby fell into silence.
Jiang Tiansheng and the others didn't know how to start the conversation.
Chen Fan, on the other hand, was figuring out how to give these guys less benefit.
a long time.
After a dozen minutes of silence, Chen Yao broke the silence first, "Afan, your performance tonight was just too... too... too amazing."
Having been in the business for so many years and served as a guinea pig for quite some time, he had negotiated countless times. At most, he had seen people bring knives and guns to meetings, but this was the first time he had ever seen someone bring four bombs at once.
But to be honest, the results are really good!
"Brother Yao, this one is a fake, the others are the real thing."
Chen Fan tore off a thumb-sized piece from the C4 that wasn't fitted with a detonator, and took out a lighter amidst the puzzled looks of the crowd.
Liang Kun's pupils dilated in shock. He quickly shrank behind the stool and shouted, "Damn it, A-Fan, calm down!"
"Brother Fan is one of us, don't be impulsive!"
Bucky was so frightened that his legs trembled and he even cried out "Brother!"
The reactions of the others were no better.
Jiang Tiansheng was so frightened that he shrank behind the bodyguard, and Chen Yao also became half a human shield.
Gan Zitai shrank behind the table next to him.
As for Little B... he had already slumped to the bottom of the table.
Simply put, Chen Fan was the closest to him!
B strongly suspects that Chen Fan did it on purpose.
The C4 was heated for a few seconds, and a wisp of flame appeared, but the expected explosion did not occur.
Chen Fan lit a cigarette, then looked at the others and asked with a smile, "Want one?"
Handsome Kun peeked out furtively, "Is it really a fake?"
"Brother Kun, what are you talking about? Would I joke about my own life?"
"Damn it, why didn't you say so sooner!"
"I told you, this is a fake, it won't sell."
"..."
Jiang Tiansheng and the others looked resentful, and the heavy weight in their hearts was lifted.
Thankfully it wasn't true; they almost had to pay for it themselves.
Facing the stares of the crowd, Chen Fan calmly put the other bombs back into the bag.
It's all about the thrill, the truth and the falsehood.
If given the chance, Chen Fan would like to pick an unlucky guy and let him experience the taste of C4.
He had only seen this thing online in his previous life. He heard that 500 grams of it could blow up a wall. If it were attached to some unlucky guy, it would probably break into pieces.
"Afan, don't make these kinds of jokes again..." Jiang Tiansheng realized something was wrong and quickly corrected himself: "No, don't make them again. They're scary, they can scare people to death."
"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, I value my life very much. This bomb really won't explode."
With a mournful face and an almost pleading tone, Chen Yao said, "Regardless of whether it will explode or not, just don't play around."
They didn't care whether the bomb was real or fake; their fragile hearts couldn't take such a scare.
Didn't you see that even Little B was scared to death?
Chen Fan smiled and changed the subject, saying, "Mr. Jiang, this money..."
"According to the rules, 30% of the 50 million should be handed over to the triad. This money should be used first for expenses related to the war with the New Triad. Ah Yao, you should inform the other branches to raise the reimbursement rate to 70%, with each branch bearing the remaining 30% themselves."
"You can handle the rest of the money, Afan. You earned it through your own abilities, so that's settled."
After saying that, Jiang Tiansheng left without looking back.
He didn't want to linger in this dangerous place for even a moment longer.
"Afan, have someone deliver the money to the main hall tomorrow. I have something extremely urgent to attend to."
Chen Yao also made an excuse to leave.
If we don't run now, are we supposed to wait until the bomb explodes as a signal before leaving in the hearse?
Seeing that the others were about to leave, Chen Fan said, "Brother Kun, Brother Taizi, Brother Ji, before you go, take 500,000 to treat your gang members to a late-night snack. I'm so grateful for your support last night."
He said it was 500,000, but Chen Fan handed the three of them 1 million.
As for the paralyzed B, Chen Fan kept his word; if he said 500,000, he meant 500,000.
After all, these guys came to support us, it wouldn't be right not to give them something.
"Ah Fan, you're the most shrewd one in Hung Hing. If you ever find a way to make money, remember to come to Aberdeen and find me, Baki."
When it comes to money, Pakistan is undoubtedly the fastest to act.
How much of the million he actually got was used to treat his underlings to late-night snacks is anyone's guess.
Liang Kun and Gan Zitai accepted the money, exchanged a few polite words, and left.
Looking at the abandoned Little B, Chen Fan thought for a moment, then asked someone to bring two bottles of strong liquor and poured them on the other person. Only then did he ask the people from Causeway Bay to take Little B away on the grounds of drunkenness.
If you ask why a drunk person is wet and smells of urine, what is the reason?
That just goes to show that clothes have ideas, and dreams of toilets exist.