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Chapter 131 Information obtained
Regardless of what Jin Ping'an thought, the interrogation by the messenger continued.

"Don't just answer my questions. I'll decide how many fingers to leave you based on how satisfied you are with the information."

The messenger grasped two of his fingers at once: "Who is Brother Huo?"

"Brother Huo's real name is Zhang Yan! He's a top performer at Xuanlong Bar! Boss Ma's most trusted subordinate!"

Having finally figured out the cause of the severed finger, the boss changed his previous attitude of giving a piece of his mind and now he didn't care about offending anyone.

He spilled everything he knew: "Zhang Yan used to fight in underground boxing matches. Because someone forced him to fix the fights, and he didn't want to be crippled, he ran away and eventually joined Boss Ma's gang!"

“Every night from 7 p.m. to 4 a.m., if there’s nothing going on at the bar, he’ll sleep in the lounge.”

"He must know the guy who wanted to get the moth-face tattoo. They were even talking about old times when they were getting the tattoo!"

As the saying goes, "Man is like a wooden sculpture; he won't tame unless you beat him. Man is like a bitter insect; he won't learn unless you beat him." His attitude perfectly embodies this ancient saying.

Now the boss is talking about Brother Huo with great confidence and doesn't seem to be afraid of retaliation at all.

It was practically a blatant statement: "Brother Huo knows where the person you're looking for is, you'd better go find him."

"How credible is this intelligence?"

The messenger's slightly clenched palm created an intense sense of pressure, making the boss feel as if his fingers had been run over by a car.

"One hundred percent! Because my backer is Boss Ma, and Zhang Yan often brings his men over!"

The boss's tone was firm and decisive, without a moment's pause.

He waited anxiously for the messenger's next message, unsure whether this intelligence would satisfy this ruthless man.

The messenger slowly released his grip and untied him as well.

"Your money, and yours."

The messenger threw the deposit that had been given to the boss back to Jin Ping'an.

Before throwing it away, he pulled three bills from the envelope and slapped them on the boss: "Medical expenses and intelligence fees. The finger can be reattached and healed after a period of rest."

The boss forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Thanks, bro."

Looking at his boss, who had lost a finger and was limping, Jin Ping'an felt a mix of emotions.

I recently offered him 10,000, but he wouldn't say a word and even got beaten up.

Now the tables have turned. He betrayed his own family and ended up covered in injuries, only to receive three thousand yuan, which he doesn't even know if it will be enough for medical expenses.

Why bother?
Jin Ping'an sighed inwardly, and before he knew it, he had walked to the front.

Just as he was about to open the door and leave, the messenger grabbed him by the collar.

"Go open the door," the messenger instructed the boss.

Under Jin Ping'an's questioning gaze, the boss's lips twitched, and he limped to the door, knocking three times.

Then he called out through the door, "It's me."

Only after doing all this did he pull the latch and open the door.

After Jin Ping'an came out, he finally understood why the messenger hadn't let him open the door.

Behind the door, the two apprentices were holding baseball bats, ready to deliver a blow to the person opening the door.

The boss sternly reprimanded the two apprentices: "What are you doing with those baseball bats? Get to work! Have you mopped the floor? Have you finished practicing your totem skills? What are you standing here for? Get to work!"

The two apprentices weren't fools either; seeing their limping boss, they had already guessed most of what was going on.

They returned to their posts without saying a word.

After the apprentices lowered their heads, the boss turned around and said awkwardly, "The baseball bat is actually used as a reference when tattooing. They are still apprentices, so they often take it out to observe."

This reason isn't exactly far-fetched, it's just plain ridiculous.

Jin Ping'an gave him a look that said, "Are you kidding me?"

The boss is a seasoned veteran; he adopted an attitude of "believe it or not, I believe it anyway."

The messenger, expressionless and silent, walked toward the gate.

A self-defense tip every day.

After making an enemy, be sure to check your surroundings when leaving the house. Look to both sides of the door to see if anyone is there, and maintain a safe distance of at least half a meter when passing corners.

Because there's always the possibility of someone ambushing you.

After the two walked out of the gate, one of the apprentices quietly walked to the door and peeked out, looking towards the entrance of the alley.

After confirming that they had left, he turned back and gestured towards the house.

The boss finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boss, why are you stopping us?" Among them, Apprentice Number One was treating the boss's wounds. He seemed to be somewhat resentful about letting the messenger and Jin Ping'an go.

Not long ago, Jin Ping'an tore a piece of leather off a leather recliner, which caused him to be severely scolded.

"Ouch, be gentle!"

The boss gasped, realizing he had made a negligible contribution to global warming.

In the outer city of Jiuhua, a first-aid kit is a necessity, and bandaging is a basic skill for almost everyone, but don't expect their bandaging skills to be any good.

"We can't afford to mess with that guy; he's a hunter with a gun."

Apprentice Number One thought for a moment and said, "Carrying a gun... there probably aren't many bounty hunters in Thousand Flower City who are qualified to carry a gun, right?"

"Those from Nevada, quickly pack up your valuables and get ready to run away."

After giving his leg a quick bandage, the boss no longer cared about the injury on his hand. Compared to this minor injury, the most important thing now was to pack up and leave.

Apprentice Number Two was quite puzzled: "He's just a bounty hunter, why make such a fuss? Even if he has a gun, can he take on the entire Jiuhua Sect by himself?"

"You're still young, you haven't heard of Vice City."

The boss has already started packing up some valuable small items.

While packing his things, he also explained the seriousness of the situation to the two young men.

The boss asked, "Do you think the underworld forces in Qianhua City are powerful?"

Apprentice Number One said with longing, "They must be amazing. They occupied the outer city of Jiuhua, and even the authorities can't do anything about them."

He constantly fantasized that one day he could reach that level.

Apprentice Number Two chimed in, agreeing with him.

Boss Leng Xia chuckled, "Heh, what if I said that the one who built Jiuhua Outer City was just some nobody who fled from Neihua City back then?"

"Impossible, if they're just small fry, what level are those big shots at? Could they possibly be selling military missiles?" Apprentice Number Two clearly didn't believe his boss's words.

"I'm giving you the shop. If you want to die, stay here."

The boss was too lazy to explain to these two idiots; after all, it's hard to persuade a damn fool with good advice.

They are typical young people from Chika City, who enter the underworld with curiosity, hoping to make a name for themselves like the protagonists in movies.

The boss only wanted these two free laborers, so he tricked them into becoming apprentices. If they wanted to die, he had no reason to stop them.

(End of this chapter)