CHAPTER 196: CHAPTER 100: RETURN [PROLOGUE] (6K)_2

San Hui also has some martial skills, dealing with two strong men is no problem.

But now, there are guns involved.

Zhang Feng will show them what a true terrifying Grandmaster is.

But it’s precisely these underlings’ affairs that come to mind.

Zhang Feng asked Brother Bing, "What have you heard about the market incident?"

"What market?" Brother Bing was unclear, "Boss... what are you trying to find out? I’ll tell you everything I know."

’They still don’t know?’ Zhang Feng eased up inside, ’Looks like quick strike means killing swiftly, catching everyone off guard.

Of course, there’s also the inconvenience of communication.’

Zhang Feng pondered and asked again, "Is there anyone in your restaurant who can contact Nail? Or someone who can contact a boss like you."

Although the market might not be a reliable contact point.

There are too many eyes in the restaurant, especially since it’s Brother Bing’s establishment.

Zhang Feng felt he should be cautious and prepare for the possibility of ’Nail already aware of the attack.’

"No one can contact..." Brother Bing said what Zhang Feng most wanted to hear, "Very few know Nail’s home phone number, just me, San Hui, and Nail’s cousin."

’His cousin? Together with these two, that makes three managers.’ Zhang Feng understood the entire gang’s management now, "Where’s his cousin?

At the place, or elsewhere?"

"They live together," Brother Bing replied, "They’re in the suburban villa area, very close."

"Approximately how far." Zhang Feng noticed the car had returned to the suburbs.

"Twenty miles," Brother Bing said, "Need to leave the city."

’Leave the city?’ Zhang Feng thought about it and said again: "Are you sure he’s home tonight?"

Zhang Feng also didn’t know if the authorities had set up roadblocks to intercept him.

If there are roadblocks, he’ll have to find a way to take a detour.

And if Nail isn’t home, it’ll all be for nothing.

If Nail figures out he’s being hunted, and hides, the mission is pretty much over, nearly impossible to find him.

"Usually not home, but he’ll definitely be home tonight!"

Brother Bing sensed the boss was really aimed at Nail, rather than himself, which energized him to surpass a car, asserting confidently:

"Today, I and San Hui met with several bosses to discuss future fees, and tonight we have to report to Nail.

If the big boss doesn’t come, I estimate we’ll meet with those bosses for less than half an hour before going together with San Hui to report to Nail.

We’ve arranged for eight o’clock, it’s now seven-twenty."

"Good." Zhang Feng heard his reply and completely understood the meaning of ’quick strike.’

It means to be fast.

Other factors rely on the coincidence of the timeline.

As long as he can grasp this timing, everything will seem natural.

But if he’s a bit slow, like lingering in the office or trying to trick someone into coming.

Then Brother Lin might not fall for it, and everything will be over.

Or when catching Brother Lin, instead of taking advantage of convenient phone calls, he’ll have to look for people around the place.

That could mean not catching them in time.

After Brother Bing and San Hui leave the restaurant, it would be difficult to find them.

Once they know about the market incident, realize they’re being hunted.

Then simply hiding, five days would definitely not be a problem.

Then if the authorities also encircle him, making it difficult to move.

The challenge would be over.

’Quick strike turns out to mean this.’

Zhang Feng understood this type and found it was literally true.

Next time, when encountering this, he should just go straight without hesitation, cutting all the way through.

After a while.

Arriving at the outer ring ahead.

Zhang Feng looked from afar, still no roadblocks.

This indeed is a ’challenge of timing.’

...

Twenty miles away.

Here lies a small villa area, just recently built, not in a great location, making the occupancy rate low.

Ordinary people can’t afford to live here, wealthy ones don’t stay here either.

But Nail saw it as high-end, yet remote and sparsely populated, so he chose to settle here.

This is also one of his properties, a usual meeting place for the gang.

In the distance is a deep wild fish pond, for leisure fishing, or handling traitors.

And at this moment.

Inside a villa deep within the area.

Four fairly skillful underlings stand in various corners.

These four are Nail’s confidants, also known as the gang’s Four Guardians.

Meanwhile, at the dining table.

Forty-something Nail, slightly overweight, was chatting with his cousin about whether to change industries altogether, focusing solely on drug trafficking.

Since he’s already breaking the law, getting caught means death.

Might as well seek a high profit.

"I’ve connected with the people at the border,"

Nail’s voice was a bit hoarse, "Planning to bring in more goods, once the meeting ends tonight, I’ll leave early in the morning."

"People there aren’t easy to deal with," his nearly fifty-year-old cousin said, appearing very composed, analyzing strategies for Nail, "Nail, you must think it through.

Once you get involved with the people there, stepping into this messy affair.

Wanting to pull out later doesn’t hinge on the words of you and me."

"I understand." Nail puffed on his cigar, "You’re suggesting Brother Bing is someone who only cares about profit.

Even if I want to pull back, Brother Bing, blinded by money, would certainly not retreat.

He might even continue connecting with the border people, potentially replacing me?"

"That’s part of it." The cousin, acting as the gang’s strategist, "His underlings are quite capable fighters, and once the border trade starts, it’s best not to be alone with Brother Bing."