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Chapter 327: Chapter 267 Threat (Subscribe please!)_1
After hearing the Fighter’s words, it was similar to what Ba Song had said earlier. Phipa was full of confusion, his eyebrows knotted into a large furrow. Wasn’t this person here to kill him? However, he felt as if this person was here for a casual chat and he was displaying an aloof attitude that represented absolute confidence. As if killing him was treated as a trivial matter... the same attitude he had when he used to kill others.
Sit down and talk? About what?
At this moment, Phipa regretted why he had made the soundproofing in this suite so good. He couldn’t hear the gunshots from downstairs. It used to be for his convenience, but why didn’t he live lower down? Then he would have been able to jump off the building or something.
There were ten thousand instances of regret in his mind.
But they were no use now.
Facing this inhuman entity, he knew that it would not help either. Nothing could turn back the time, it was just a single forsaken wish.
Was he really going to die here today?
As a worthy hero, Phipa quickly discerned his ending within a few seconds. He no longer had any choice.
With all this in mind, he let go. Matters are resolved through discussions. Graciously begging for mercy like in the TV shows did not help. If it were effective, he wouldn’t have killed so many people over the years. Those, including his bodyguards whose fate was uncertain and Tila, who was already down, would not care whether you begged for mercy or not in front of them.
"Clang..."
Phipa threw away the pistol in his hand which had run out of bullets. He returned to his previous seat. He could not hurt the person in front of him even with bullets, so what can he do with a piece of scrap metal? Therefore, he no longer feared him. Slowly regaining the aura of the Big shot he once was, he calmly picked up the unsmoked cigar from the tea table and continued to savor it.
"Exhale..."
He forcefully exhaled the smoke in his mouth, savoring the flavor he once loved, the fear in his heart slowly faded. A cigar is not like a cigarette that you inhale into your lungs. If it were, what’s the difference between it and other cigarettes. Other cigarettes stimulate your lungs, but a cigar is savored for its fragrance.
"Brother, are you really going to kill me today?" Phipa asked the most crucial question, sullenly staring at the Fighter. As for "you guys", well, no doubt the outside is already full of the opponent’s men, he certainly had that much intellect.
"Yes."
The Fighter nodded and replied.
Phipa took a deep breath after hearing the answer, leaned back on the sofa, crossing his legs, looking somewhat dazed. He took another puff of his cigar, gently exhaled smoke, and looked at the Fighter who sat like a soldier. His heart sank again.
Phipa asked again, "Is there no room for negotiation?"
"There is none." The Fighter shook his head and responded.
"Can I buy my life with money?" Phipa threw out his last hope.
"You can’t." The Fighter said. Phipa already knew too much. The data had shown that he had committed many atrocities over the years, and his wicked deeds were too numerous to list. He had already made the purge list for criminals in Bangkok. Anyone on the list, no matter what conditions they offered, would only end in one way —— being eliminated. It was just a matter of time and method.
"Hahaha...hahaha..."
Seeing the last hope disappear, Phipa couldn’t help but laugh. Laughing ’joyfully’ and very loudly.
He laughed for nearly half a minute, as if he was laughing through his whole life.
Smiling, Phipa said, "Brother, since I’m going to die anyway, why are you here to talk? What’s your bargaining chip?" He wanted to die with some dignity.
A smile appeared on the Fighter’s face as he said: "Australia, University of Melbourne."
"What have you done to them?"
These words made Phipa jump with fear. His smile instantly turned into shock and horror.
Because this was the only place his son was studying in university. In fact, he and his ex-wife had two sons, but those who live in the shadows must pay their debts someday. His two sons and ex-wife were killed by his enemies. These were not acts of revenge from enemies of equal status but from the children of a couple he lent money to at usurious rates, driving them both to death.
So, the children of the couple had been working all their lives to slowly pay off the debt. With compound interest, they couldn’t repay it in this lifetime. However, once they grew up, their seeds of hatred began to sprout. During a day out, his wife and children were killed in revenge by the young man. In the end, he tortured the young man to death, but the hatred and relief in the young man’s eyes deeply haunted him and often appeared in his dreams.
This son was his illegitimate child. The story was cliché. To protect his only bloodline, he sent the mother and her son abroad. His son was kept ignorant of his actions. He did not want him to follow in his old path so even when he visited him overseas, he took several connecting flights to avoid being tracked. No one aside from himself knew about his illegitimate child, yet his enemies now had discovered everything. He found it impossible.
Could it be that he was tracked last week when he went abroad?
He could not figure it out.
"Rest assured, we didn’t hurt them. They are safe and we have not disturbed them, we’re just discussing bargaining chips. This bargaining chip, I believe, should be enough." The Fighter said calmly.
After hearing this, Phipa slumped back onto the sofa, somewhat pleased. As long as they didn’t disturb his family, it was good. He truly hopes his son never finds out what he does and the many sins he has committed.
This bargaining chip.
Indeed, it was enough. For him, there wasn’t a heavier bargaining chip.
"Sigh...you win, young man. Ask away, I’ll tell you everything. Please do not harm them." Phipa said with a bitter smile. Despite all his misdeeds, he had another identity - that of a father.
"Don’t worry. We’re making a fair trade. Once we get what we want, we won’t disturb them," the Fighter slowly said. Frankly, they disliked using such means, and Tang Qing was strongly against it, but the Command Room didn’t mind. Their single-minded goal was to complete the task, there was no room for mercy or compromise.
Phipa’s suspicions were correct, he had indeed been followed. However, it wasn’t the Command Room who personally sent someone to tail him, but rather they infiltrated various surveillance systems and the customer systems of airlines and placed a signal transmitter on him. Once they realized Phipa was heading to Australia, everything else fell into place. Wiretaps completely recorded Phipa’s conversations and the signal transmitter tracked his precise location - they didn’t need to send a Fighter to tail him.
"Can you promise?" Phipa asked.
The Fighter said: "Of course, as long as you cooperate, we won’t disturb them or leak any information about their whereabouts. However, if they come looking for trouble, that’s outside of my promise."
After hearing the Fighter’s guarantee, Phipa felt relieved. He believed this man with freakish strength would keep his word, and he had no other choice. He said, "You can rest assured, they will not come back. Do you want money? You can have all of mine."
He had prepared for this day long ago, purchasing funds for his son and the mother to ensure they would not starve in this lifetime. The place they lived in was bought outright and he left a decent sum of money behind and gave explicit instructions that they should never return to Thailand if he ever went missing, and they should never reveal their relationship to him.
"Alright, let’s not talk about money now, it’s secondary. I’m curious about some relationships you hold, particularly Bangkok’s Mayor," the Fighter said.
"Just the Mayor?" Phipa questioned.
"Yes, the Mayor of Bangkok, doesn’t he hold the same power as those you’re willing to talk about?" the Fighter replied.
"Heh heh, you guys really are meticulous, knowing so much." Phipa said with a bitter smile.
"..." The Fighter didn’t say anything, just kept his gaze on Phipa.
"Fine, I should have seen this coming. Your purpose of this conversation is to establish a foothold here, not merely to kill me and replace me. At my level, especially after running such a large operation in the capital of Thailand for so many years, if I only knew how to fight and kill, I would be long dead by now," Phipa sighed.
He took over from his father at a young age, becoming a big shot, controlling Bangkok for over two decades and increasing his inherited territory by almost half. Although not the biggest, in terms of economics and background, it was undeniably first in Bangkok. Throughout Thailand, he was one of the longest-serving underground bosses with significant influence and had established numerous high-level connections.
The intention of the young man in front of him was simple. They needed to inherit or utilize these relationships.
PS: Thanks to readers ending in 7498, Jiang Langshan under Dashenzizi, Mingmanmo, Lincar, Bitter Gourd in July, Ghost, Hu Jinpeng for their generous support, and Mouse for the unprecedented number of recommendation votes. Thank you so much! I’m so excited right now, haha...
"Get back to writing, celebrate once you’re done."
The next Chapter will be released as usual, likely after eleven. If you can’t wait, good night and you can continue tomorrow morning.
