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Chapter 328: Chapter 268: Made a Fortune (Subscribe Please!)_1
"This relationship dates back to my father’s generation...."
Phipa began to recount slowly.
With the safety of his own wife and child in the hands of this mysterious and powerful entity, Phipa naturally spared no detail in his explanation. Ba Song, whom Phipa once knew, was simply a businessman with a bit of underground influence in Thailand—a businessman in the truest sense, mingling in the not-so-glamorous circles. In contrast, Phipa was a genuine big shot in Bangkok, interacting with important figures across industries of all colors.
That’s why Phipa’s information and resources were far more valuable than anything Ba Song could offer, and precisely what the command room was looking for—preventing future unknowns while also enhancing their intelligence database. After all, violence should only be a last resort in carrying out missions, not the first one—especially in dealing with issues that brute force simply couldn’t solve.
The fighters who had infiltrated various strata of Thai society were still minor players, not yet able to provide protection in Bangkok. So, during this period, they needed an umbrella.
This was information the command room had intended to extract from Phipa anyway. The sudden occurrence merely expedited the process. The goal was to forge alliances and gather some crucial leverage—a bargaining chip of sorts.
Within just over a month’s time, gaining ’trust’ and securing a firm footing after the plan’s execution was certainly a significant part of the plan, albeit not the only means to do so.
An hour later, after all the questions, Phipa had imparted everything the fighters wanted to know. Phipa had initially thought to stall, to buy more time in this world, but the fighters wouldn’t allow him to dawdle. After a little persuasion, Phipa had no choice but to answer quickly. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
The fear in Phipa’s heart had long since faded. He suddenly realized that death might not be such a terrifying thing. Phipa continued, "Young man, that’s all I know. As long as you don’t go picking fights, you’ll be able to survive anywhere in Thailand.
"Oh, and just a reminder: other businesses might not cause many issues, but if you guys decide to abandon the flour business, many people will lose their source of income. You won’t last long in that case—too many people won’t forgive you. Even if you possess almighty powers to pacify Bangkok, suppliers from Myanmar won’t give up this market so easily."
Although only a fraction of the fighters Phipa knew about had enforced this policy, he was smart enough to ascertain the style and strategic approach of these fighters and infer that this group could possibly withdraw from the flour market. But again, that was just an assumption.
What Phipa didn’t foresee was that the fighters were planning to utterly abolish—and harshly suppress—this harmful substance because that was the very foundation Tang Qing laid down. No matter how hard it would be, the command room was resolute in following through without a shred of doubt or compromise.
"Mr. Phipa, thank you for your cooperation and reminder. Now we’re onto the last question. Please tell us the password of this account." Phipa then read out a bank account number.
Phipa paused for a moment before he rattled off a string of numbers. He had multiple bank cards, so of course, the passwords wouldn’t all be identical.
Two seconds passed.
The fighter stood up and said, "Thank you for your cooperation."
Seeing that the fighter only asked about one account and didn’t press further, Phipa was somewhat confused. He had numerous bank cards, both domestic and international. Surely his opponents would know he had other bank cards? Why didn’t they ask?
Seeing that the fighter seemed to be making a move, Phipa quickly said, "Hold on, brother, why aren’t you asking about the passwords for my other bank accounts?" He wouldn’t die in peace without asking this question. The card he’d made available had just over 8 million Euros, not the one with the most savings. Were they just going to pass on taking the rest?
Upon saying those words, Phipa felt a bit foolish. He wasn’t asking his killers to give them money, was he? But if he died, these sums would only go to the bank—his dependents in Australia had no idea about the passwords. Since it was no longer his money, he felt no attachment to it.
"Mr. Phipa, allow us to give you one last piece of news. We already know the passwords to your other cards—Swiss bank account XXXX, password XXXX; ThaiKehong Bank account XXXX, password XXX..." The fighter went on to list the account numbers and passwords for four other bank cards. Just when Phipa was at the pinnacle of shock, the fighter continued, "We also know about the other three safe houses and one hidden cache you have. Their addresses are XXX. So, we just needed this one."
For those who cooperated, the fighters tended to be a bit ’courteous’. Even though Phipa was a major sinner, he had no ties with them, so they didn’t harbor any animosity. It was simply a matter of whether to eliminate him or not.
"You..." recovering from the surprise, Phipa was about to ask a question.
The soldier surged forward in an instant.
"Snap..."
Phipa’s neck was broken by the soldier.
Phipa’s eyes bulged, and he slowly fell to the ground, as the soldier closed his eyes for him.
The task completed, the soldier turned around and left. He arranged the scene on his way out, making sure there was nothing too shocking for the Bangkok police to come across or theorize from.
With Phipa dead, the Bangkok plan was bound to change. Still, it wasn’t a significant shift, just the activation of an emergency plan - a risk considered and prepared for from the beginning of the plan formation, complete with a contingency scheme and follow-up actions.
Even though enormous power shifts and chaos amongst the Bangkok underworld are imminent, and people at the top in Thailand will surely take notice, it no longer matters to pay attention or not. In a week, the plan should be completed. With the added benefits of money and the intelligence provided by Phipa, there was no cause for concern.
The five soldiers returned the way they came, while Little Two was tasked with erasing and altering all surveillance footage from the hotel and the surrounding area. All traces of the soldiers’ existence had been completely wiped out, except for in people’s memories.
Three hours later.
The hotel was surrounded by a large number of Bangkok police cars, all guests were confined within, and investigations were undertaken from room to room. Everybody knew this method was foolish, but it was protocol, otherwise, where would they look for the murderer? The surveillance footage was reviewed multiple times by a team of experts, but not a single suspicious detail could be identified. The building’s surveillance showed that no outsiders had entered, and even painstaking frame-by-frame analysis of the outside surveillance yielded no clues.
Although the pressure from above was driving their chief insane, they had no choice but to focus all their energy on the hotel guests and the two surviving bodyguards.
Up next.
Without any surprises, the Bangkok underworld would soon experience its greatest conflict in twenty years, fueled by the infiltrating soldiers under Phipa’s command. An ultimate reshuffling... was about to begin.
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By noon, Tang Qing received news about Phipa’s operation. There wasn’t much sympathy to offer, as it was just the eradication of evil, albeit by extreme means.
He hadn’t expected Phipa to have such wealth, just the money in his accounts, when converted to RMB, was nearly 1.5 billion, plus over 130 million in cash. There were also a considerable amount of other valuables.
He didn’t transfer this money to his own account, instead directing it all to the 6794 overall plan. It could be used wherever needed, assisting the soldiers in their endeavors. For now, he himself didn’t need any money.
As for development?
He was ready to have his people in Thailand start getting involved in the food industry. This ’inspiration’ came from a pancake roll he had that morning. Given Thailand’s advantageous geographical location and favorable climate, it made sense to branch out into this area if they had people and power over there. If the opportunity presented itself, they could then embark on large-scale acquisitions and expansion.
PS: Thanks to readers Han Zhonghao, Simen, and Shuhaieyú for their rewards.
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