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Chapter 250 The Way of the Way
Fortunately.

Ai Liang's superpower is not just telekinesis, but also makes his brain incredibly flexible.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to master all the knowledge that others would take more than ten or even several decades to remember in just two or three years.

After knocking Zhang Yan unconscious.

Ai Liang took the phone out of his pocket.

Then he opened the passenger door and kicked the person out.

Anyway, someone is already leading the way.

There's no need to bring this guy along.

What if, during the conversation with Ma Wei, this guy wakes up and can't swallow his anger, insisting on settling scores with me?

At that time, some bloodshed was inevitable.

He is now a messenger, not a hermit.

The messenger had learned some martial arts and could fight multiple opponents, including two or three people.

But he could never be like the hermit, easily single-handedly wiping out an entire gang.

It doesn't matter if Zhang Yan's small bar doesn't have many customers.

However, Ma Wei must have a lot of bodyguards and thugs around him. If they don't expose themselves and their physical abilities are limited to the average person, Ai Liang would be at a disadvantage in a fight.

Although he had a backup plan, it's best to avoid using such a plan if possible.

Let’s take a look at the situation first.

If they can't reach an agreement, or if Ma Wei intends to stand up for Zhang Yan.

It's not too late to use a backup plan then.

Ai Liang turned on the headlights, switched them to high beam, and followed the car in front.

Zhang Yan's men had parked the car at the entrance of the alley, waiting for Ai Liang to catch up.

Hearing the roar of the engine, he subconsciously glanced back through the rearview mirror.

As a result, I was almost blinded by the high beams.

"Why are you using high beams before you're even on the road..."

Zhang Yan's subordinate muttered something.

Because his eyes were momentarily blinded by the flash, he couldn't see clearly what was happening inside the car behind him, and he wasn't sure if Zhang Yan was still in the car, so he decided to get out and check.

Ai Liang had anticipated his thoughts long ago.

He sat in the driver's seat, honking the horn furiously, and yelled in Zhang Yan's voice, "What are you dawdling for? Get on the road!"

Hearing his boss's voice.

Zhang Yan's men, with half their legs already on the ground, stubbornly abandoned their plan to get out of the car.

He pulled his leg back, closed the car door, started the car, and drove off again.

Xuanlong Bar is located on the outskirts of Jiuhua City, far from the city center.

Logically speaking, there's hardly any profit to be made by opening a bar here, but it's conveniently located near the entrance.

Anyone who has studied geography knows the importance of locational advantages.

Thanks to the popular science education provided by local people, the young people of Qianhua City have a clear understanding of what Jiuhua Outer City is.

But none of them had ever been to this area before, and they were full of curiosity about it.

They wouldn't dare to actually enter the central area and meet the legendary underworld bosses.

But it's perfectly fine to wander around the perimeter and satisfy your curiosity.

Xuanlong Bar is essentially no different from the nightclubs in Jiuhua City.

It's just that it has the added halo of the outer city of Jiuhua.

Most of the young people who come here are drawn by this reputation.

Young people, they all love to show off.

Drinking in the outer city of Jiuhua makes you look like you've actually been to the outer city of Jiuhua in other people's eyes.

Back outside, they have more to brag about to others.

Therefore, most of the people in Xuanlong Bar are young people who come from outside looking for excitement.

These people have considerable spending power, and no one dares to drink alcohol and then default on the bill; their income is very substantial.

The income is high, there are few troublemakers, and people from the neighborhood come to pay their respects and offer sacrifices every day.

Being a bouncer for Xuanlong Bar naturally became a lucrative job.

On the other hand, in the central area, it's fine if there are no troublemakers; if there were, a fight would be inevitable.

Ai Liang drove with one hand, following behind Zhang Yan's men.

He knew exactly where he was headed, but he just didn't want to show it.

When the car passed through a piece of wasteland under development and officially entered the central area.

Ai Liang picked up Zhang Yan's phone and dialed one of his subordinates' numbers.

The driver was focused on leading the way.

Suddenly, the phone on the phone holder rang.

He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye; the caller ID showed it was Brother Yan.

Ai Liang has taken the act of using high beams to the extreme, and has not turned them off since he hit the road.

Zhang Yan's men couldn't even look back to check on Ai Liang's situation inside the car.

He pressed the button on his Bluetooth headset: "Brother Yan, what's up?"

"When we get there, drive straight to the parking lot. Don't get out of the car until I tell you. Just wait in the car. Do you understand?"

Ai Liang continued to imitate Zhang Yan's voice.

His subordinates were a bit confused. If they didn't need him to be there, why did they bring him along?
Most people in the world blindly obey orders, and Zhang Yan's subordinates were no exception.

If he couldn't figure it out, he simply stopped thinking about it.

These subordinates obeyed Zhang Yan's every word: "Yes, Brother Yan. Call me when you're done."

He did not question Ai Liang's orders in the slightest.

If he can really find something amiss from this phone call.

He wouldn't have ended up as Zhang Yan's lackey.

Ai Liang hung up the phone and turned off Zhang Yan's phone.

In this way, even if he went upstairs, he couldn't call to confirm.

All I could do was sit in the car and stare blankly.

Or wait for Zhang Yan to wake up and then notify him using another phone.

Whether it's knocking Zhang Yan unconscious and kicking him out of the car, or sending Zhang Yan's men to wait in the parking lot.

All of this is in preparation for the upcoming negotiations.

Zhang Yan was reprimanded by himself and was definitely not going to swallow his anger, so verbal friction was inevitable during the negotiations.

Even if we don't consider this aspect, let's just plan for the worst-case scenario.

With two fewer people, at least it'll be easier to fight.

All the methods Ai Liang has used so far are things that ordinary people could do.

With a little training and some effort, most people can master voice imitation.

The messenger himself also knows a little.

Even if Shi Hongfang and his team found out, it would be reasonable and they wouldn't associate it with the hermit.

The car drove forward for a while longer.

Soon, Ai Liang arrived at the central area of ​​Jiuhua's outer city.

But here is a completely different scene.

Gone are the eerie blue neon lights of the edge areas; the convenience stores filled with the smell of cream; the streets littered with cigarette butts and small advertisements.

Instead, there are brightly lit skyscrapers; glittering clubhouses; classic and elegant bars; and clean streets without a speck of litter.

They are both in the outer city of Jiuhua.

The difference between the edge area and the center area is like the actual appearance of braised beef noodles after they've been soaked in water, just like the promotional image on the packaging.

It's not so much that they're drastically different, but they're worlds apart.

The fringe area is a place used to deal with those low-level thugs.

People like Wang Youcai, Song Jie, and Zhang Feng.

The truly influential figures all live here.

This is the true outer city of Jiuhua, the true center of Qianhua City's underground power.

Ma Wei can't be considered a real big shot; he's at most a second-rate figure here.

It was only because of Song Jie's influence that he barely gained any fame.

Therefore, his territory in the central area consists of only one multi-purpose building.

Following previous orders, Zhang Yan's men, without a second thought, went directly from the alley next to the building to the parking lot behind it.

Ai Liang, on the other hand, parked her car in the parking space at the entrance of the main building and crawled out.

Zhang Yan reported every single detail of Ai Liang's actions at the Xuanlong Bar to Ma Wei.

The other party had sent people to wait for Ai Liang's arrival at the entrance of the main building well in advance.

The thugs at the door stopped Ai Liang as he got out of Zhang Yan's car.

Where is Zhang Yan?

Ai Liang put her left hand on her hip and placed it on her gun: "They haven't arrived yet, take me up first."

The other person nodded and picked up a storage bag at his feet: "Put the pistol in."

Ai Liang squinted at him: "What if I say no?"

"Then get lost!"

As the saying goes, "You may lose the battle, but you can't lose the morale." It's one thing to be unable to fight back, but in their line of work, you may not be good at anything else, but you must have enough presence.

You must give people the feeling that you're not someone to mess with.

Often, negotiations about interests come down to a battle of wills.

Taking action is the ultimate option to completely break off relations.

This is why most people who work in the underworld have menacing faces and fierce appearances.

Although the petty thugs might put on an arrogant and cocky act.

But they are fundamentally different from true gangsters.

The thugs have no legitimate income at all; they live off their parents or collect protection money from vendors.

The victims are mostly vulnerable groups.

They are bullies who prey on the weak and fear the strong; they appear strong but are actually weak.

Those who truly wield influence in the underworld include Wang Youcai's security department, or people like Zhang Yan who run brothels.

The daily income is quite substantial.

If you're involved with a smaller group, you can earn a few hundred yuan a day.

Those with more influence and in more dangerous situations, such as acting as bodyguards for casinos or black markets—places prone to trouble—can earn a few thousand yuan a day.

Those trusted confidants like Zhang Yan, who have invested, will only receive more.

These people are different from petty thugs in another way.

They rarely cause trouble.

After actual investigation, you will find that the fighting is actually involving only a few groups of people.

In most cases, fights with others are due to disputes over interests, with a small number stemming from personal grudges.

It's not about just going up and beating up someone because you don't like them.

Just like a company has its own rules and regulations.

Bosses will tell their subordinates rules, and few people will want subordinates who are troublesome and disobedient.

Otherwise, if your subordinates cause trouble every day, how can you get people out of the police station without spending money or using personal connections?

Of course, this does not mean that they do not harm innocent good people.

When it comes to harming innocent people, they are far more ruthless than thugs.

They are not worthy of sympathy even in death.

Ai Liang stared straight at the thug.

In the Black Zone, the last guy who spoke to him like that is probably half a meter old by now.

After many years, I heard someone speak to me in such a threatening tone again.

It stirred up some unpleasant memories for Ai Liang.

This made Ai Liang's expression grow even colder.

The two stood facing each other at the entrance of the building, neither willing to give in.

A gun can never be out of reach of someone.

Ai Liang is now a messenger.

If he had a gun, he could probably take down Ma Wei's entire force by himself.

Without a gun, it's a complete fantasy.

Therefore, he couldn't possibly hand over the gun.

Just as Ai Liang was getting impatient and was about to take action, the walkie-talkie on the thug's chest crackled with static.

The thug turned and walked into the main building.

I don't know what was said on the walkie-talkie.

The thugs stopped demanding that Ai Liang hand over the pistol and instead glared at him, signaling him to follow.

Conflicts in public should be avoided as much as possible.

This is not the outer edge of Jiuhua City.

Who knows how many people Ma Wei can summon with a single phone call?

But for Ai Liang, "try his best" means that if the other party fully cooperates with his wishes, he will try his best not to take action.

As is widely known, Ai Liang, who wears the guise of a messenger, has another identity: a former bounty hunter known as the Hermit.

The hermits may use rather brutal methods when dealing with people from the underworld.

But he is a very easy person to talk to.

For example, although hermits are taciturn, they can get along well with various forces and often engage in friendly exchanges and visits.

He rarely argues with people, and even if a minor conflict occurs and the other party insists on offering compensation with great remorse, he refuses to accept it.

Moreover, they are very good at handling interpersonal relationships and will never have a second conflict with others.

He was a notorious philanthropist, well-known far and wide, operating in the black market.

Why are book reviews either filed for record or require approval...?

I am a law-abiding citizen...

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