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Chapter 719: Chapter 622: You Don’t Want to Know (Subscribe please!)_1
Ian and his henchmen dragged the three of them into a tiny alley on the edge of Manhattan in New York.
There were simply too many vagrants in the United States.
They searched a few intersections before finding a deserted alley. Their goal wasn’t to kill these three. If it were, they wouldn’t have dragged them here. They just wanted a spot close to a hospital to dump them.
If someone happened to die on the street, it wouldn’t be much of a problem, but they didn’t see the need to spend unnecessary money.
A few cars blocked both ends of the alley.
Ian got out of the vehicle.
"Dump them."
The command came from Ian.
The three men were hauled out of the car, feeling a bit better after their intense pain had eased somewhat, but it was only less intense compared to that soul-piercing pain experienced briefly before. They still hurt badly, but it was bearable.
"Thud...splash..." They were dumped next to a pile of garbage. The fear inside them intensified, even the one who got knocked unconscious revived, his arm hanging limply; it was obviously dislocated.
They were in a pitiful state.
The three men were terrified, as garbage bins in America signified horror.
Almost every day, sanitation workers discovered dead bodies in them. As natives of New York, they well knew its implications. However, they clung onto a sliver of hope believing Ian wouldn’t kill them considering the involvement of the Chinese man and the many observers around.
Aware of possible further beating if they spoke more, the three men kept quiet, didn’t dare raise their heads to look at these ’villains’, fearful of irritating Ian and inviting more pain.
Ian’s anger had also largely dissipated by now.
Having taught the three good-for-nothings a lesson, he heaved a sigh of relief.
"Will you call the cops?" Ian squatted down, brandishing his gun and chuckled.
The three whites bobbed their heads like buoys.
"No, no, Ian, we won’t call the cops."
"Right, we really won’t call."
"Absolutely not."
Ian was satisfied with their responses. He nodded, gave them a look that said he esteemed their understanding. The cold muzzle of his gun ambled lazily over their bodies. Smirking, he asked, "So, about your injuries."
They swallowed hard, all three scared at the sight of the waving gun barrel.
"We fell, really, fell off a mountain," one of them hastily made up a reason.
"Right, fell off, that’s it."
"..."
The other two concurred, afraid that a wrong word or slow response would result in severe beating. They were convinced Ian wasn’t planning to kill them, but the metal he held was bound to hurt if it hit them.
"Hmm, as long as you understand."
That said,
Ian rose to his feet and put away his gun.
Joined by his men, he got in the car and left the alley.
Watching Ian’s men disappear isn’t the alley while their wrecked car stood parked at the alley entrance, the white whom Tang Qing had knocked over sank onto a garbage can, a wave of fear washing over him, "Phew... finally we don’t have to die. Tami, you almost get us killed, FUCK."
"It was you who enjoyed it all and now blaming me." The individual whom Mu Jian’s car had hit was indeed Tami. He wasn’t pleased either. It takes two to clap; one can’t enjoy the meat and blame him alone when beaten up. Unfair.
"FUCK, had it not been for you, I..."
"..."
The verbal fight escalated gradually.
Eventually, the two started to brawl physically, but couldn’t continue after a few blows.
"Oh...my...it hurts so bad. Hurry, hospital...check if we can be mended," Tami groaned in agony, clutching the injured part.
"Yeah, and that Chinese too. Shit, I will demand compensation from him, or I will sue him," said the white, knocked out by Tang Qing, gruffly. He couldn’t bear the thought of a Chinese hitting him.
"You don’t even know him. How will you sue?" Tami sneered.
"I remember the car rental place. A little money can get us the renter’s information. That damned Chinese. I want to bleed him dry this time." The shot from Tang Qing enraged him; he might have gotten away, but Tang Qing’s gun toppled him, following those who had been ’castrated’.
Damn it.
No way he wouldn’t extort Tang Qing.
"Exactly. The Chinese are so odious. Last time we almost got away with it. Had it not been for that Chinese woman’s drama, we could’ve succeeded. FUCK, I will demand compensation from the guy who hit me." Tami suddenly became motivated. The Chinese generally avoided trouble. As long as they could find the person, extortion would not be difficult.
Tami then asked, "Are you okay?"
The fight was over and they had all ended up as maggots in the same ’trench’.
"I’m fine but, oh... Let’s hurry, quick! Get to the hospital. Let’s have someone find the owner of the car afterward." The trio helped one another get up and started walking toward the entrance of the alley, intending to make a call for an ambulance. Their phones were all lost, so they had to use a public telephone.
However, just when they reached the entrance of the alley,
A tall silhouette stepped forward.
Blocking their way.
The three were taken aback. What’s up?
Right when they were taken by surprise, a streak of cold light flashed from the man’s hand.
It was a knife.
All three shivered. This was definitely no robbery.
Run.
It was their only thought. This guy was clearly a killer. Was it Ian? It surely was, they thought. Earlier, he couldn’t kill them in front of too many people. Anger welled inside them as they realized Ian didn’t keep his word.
However, the moment they turned around,
Their souls nearly jumped out of their bodies.
Two more big white guys were stationed behind them.
"You guys..."
"Whoooshhhh...."
Three whooshing sounds came.
The three men only felt a pain in their chests, and the blades were already plunged into their hearts. Without their hearts pumping blood, they felt a slow loss of their strength. They wanted to speak, but could not utter a word.
Everything went black before their eyes.
They fell down.
Three white men from the back took out some sacks and put the three bodies in them, loaded them on an SUV, and disappeared into the black night. Their wrecked car was also nowhere to be seen.
A gust of wind blew through the alley.
Several newspapers rolled on the ground, desolate and quiet, as if nothing had just happened.
...
Tang Qing returned alone to midtown Manhattan.
Hilton Hotel.
Inside a luxurious business suite.
While a few of the women were talking and putting Mu Wan’er to bed in the bedroom, Tang Qing and two other men were sitting in the living room.
Chai Ren unusually smoked a cigarette, and Mu Jian was drinking a glass of whiskey to calm his nerves.
As for Tang Qing, he was not nervous at all and naturally didn’t need to decompress. Looking at Tang Qing’s relaxed face, as if nothing had just happened, they didn’t know whether Tang Qing was brave or...just brave.
After taking a light sip of tea, looking at the two’s serious expressions, Tang Qing laughed: "Chai Young Master, Brother Mu, what kind of expression is that on your faces, is there a flower on my face?"
Mu Jian sternly said: "Little Tang, do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know what trouble this could cause? If those people die, we can’t explain it away. The law in the United States is not to be trifled with, even if those two didn’t die today, it could become a huge problem in the future. They might come to extort us, or report us to the police."
"Didn’t Ian say they won’t report us to the police?" Tang Qing laughed easily.
Mu Jian was speechless and explained: "Yes, that Ian is very influential, but how long will this influence last? What if one day Ian’s deterrent fades? They are obviously from the underworld, who taste blood on the tip of a knife. We won’t know when they die. Once the deterrent is gone, it’s hard to say."
With an understanding look on his face, Tang Qing still said, "I see, don’t worry, I just texted my friend asking him to help solve it. There shouldn’t be any problem."
"Your friend? How can he help?" Chai Ren interjected, and Mu Jian also stared at Tang Qing, a bit too confident in his friend.
"I don’t know." Tang Qing shook his head.
"Ding ding ding..."
Tang Qing’s phone rang.
"Hold on."
After saying that, Tang Qing took out his mobile phone and pressed the answer button, as if talking to someone: "Mmm...okay, I got it, then I’m relieved, thank you this time, mhm, goodbye."
Just a short conversation.
Tang Qing hung up the phone.
Of course, this call was fake.
Tang Qing had received the news from the command room shortly after the three men died. The phone call was a cover-up, actually Tang Qing was not too interested in killing them before, but after understanding their background, Tang Qing gave an order to leave no survivors.
There was a simple reason.
These guys have done this not once or twice, but at least more than ten times.
Not only did they abuse illegal substances themselves, they also forced others to play their games.
If they were Americans, it wouldn’t matter so much as he isn’t a law enforcer. However, amongst them was actually a Chinese student, a well-educated student, who was forced to abuse substances. Consequently, the student was expelled from school and, unable to endure the blow, committed suicide the night before departing.
Tang Qing was angered at the time.
The destinies of these men were determined by him just before they got in the car. He wouldn’t get involved in America’s dirty affairs, but when it involved the Chinese compatriots, he could not turn a blind eye.
He put down the phone.
Tang Qing laughed heartily.
"Chai Young Master, Brother Mu, it’s all good now. My friend has helped resolve it, don’t worry about anything." Tang Qing smiled.
The two men were startled.
Chai Ren asked: "How was it resolved?"
Tang Qing shook his head and said: "I’m not entirely sure myself, he said I wouldn’t want to know, so I didn’t bother asking. Anyway, my friend said that it’s guaranteed that nobody will file a complaint against us."
Hearing this,
The two of them swallowed hard.
The meaning of the sentence was quite clear, yet it seemed like nothing was said at all.
They were fifty percent certain that those men might not even be alive at this point. Having thought of this, they looked at Tang Qing with some fear in their eyes. This guy had others do the dirty work just by moving his lips.
If the three really have disappeared from the world, it would be too terrifying.
Chai Ren remembered the incidents from the last time with the bandits, he wasn’t sure whether they were still alive or not. And then there were the people who died when the African United Mining Group took the mines. Chai Ren felt a chill in his heart.
"Alright, let’s all go and sleep peacefully. What happened today was just an interlude, and it’s over now. I just want to go back to sleep. Jiaxue, let’s go!" Tang Qing stood up and shouted loudly towards the bedroom.
"Ok..." Lin Jiaxue responded and came out.
Liu Zhi and Zhan Xi also came out, seeing the questioning eyes of their wives, Mujian and the others quickly put on smiles. Tang Qing said there was no problem, so there should be no problem, regardless of what methods were used. They were in the same boat as Tang Qing on this matter.
The only choice was to believe Tang Qing.
"Is it okay now?" Lin Jiaxue asked curiously.
"No problem. Let’s go, we’ll go to sleep and go out fishing on a yacht tomorrow." Tang Qing came forward and hugged Lin Jiaxue’s waist and said with a smile.
"Okay."
Knowing that there was no problem, Lin Jiaxue finally let the stone in her heart down. She knew that the men had just been discussing how to handle the aftermath of the incident. Now, seeing their smiles, there should really be no problem.
Tang Qing greeted Liu Zhi and Zhan Xi, then left with Lin Jiaxue.
