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Chapter 692 Preparation
After agreeing on the terms, Ai Liang returned the phone to Pan Junyuan.

"Thanks……"

Pan Junyuan didn't know whether he should trust Ai Liang, but he still thanked her.

He then opened the iron gate, got on his motorcycle, and left the warehouse without looking back.

"Although I can't get a fake citizen card, having a mobile phone and a bank card in modern society will definitely not be a problem for my daily life. At the same time, I also have a starting point to become a bounty hunter. I didn't expect to complete the planned task on my first day out."

Ai Liang happily opened the spare phone that Pan Junyuan had given her.

I quickly checked the SIM card and network status and then turned off the phone.

Ai Liang tore a clean garbage bag from the tent, wrapped the phone tightly, and then walked outside the warehouse and jumped to the roof.

He wouldn't be foolish enough to take this phone home.

After hiding her phone, Ai Liang embarked on her journey home.

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buzzing.

The deep engine noise drowned out the cicadas chirping in the woods.

The hot air was exhaled onto the goggles, making the air inside the helmet humid and sticky.

After completely escaping the warehouse, Pan Junyuan's fear subsided, and what followed was a feeling of coldness.

A chill that seeps deep into your bones.

The oncoming wind, while stirring the sweat-soaked clothes, intensified the chill.

Pan Junyuan slowed down the car, freeing one hand to swipe his phone and dial Mr. M's number.

Is that person really trustworthy?

Pan Junyuan got straight to the point and expressed his concerns.

Even though Ai Liang had been very friendly, Pan Junyuan still had reservations.

Collaborating with a stranger you've only known for a few hours sounds ominous.

"I thought you had arrived, so I called specifically to ask about this?"

Mr. M's voice was very calm, as if he had expected Pan Junyuan to ask this question.

"If only you had been this vigilant from the beginning."

Mr. M's words reminded Pan Junyuan of his experience of being deceived by the bounty hunter when he first escaped, and he couldn't help but step on the gas pedal hard.

"To tell you the truth, even if I hadn't run into that guy who called himself a hermit today, I would have found a way to hire someone to follow you."

"Why?" Pan Junyuan asked in a deep voice.

"Why? You still have the nerve to ask me why? I told you to wait patiently until I found out the arsonist's identity before entering the city, but you insisted on going to see for yourself."

You could have just looked and that was fine, but you were too stupid to expose your identity and cause a bunch of trouble. Once I find out the source of the information, I'll let you take care of Skinny Skin, but you won't dare to kill anyone.

He didn't kill anyone, yet inexplicably kept the skinny guy by his side, and finally drove off in his car with his phone.

"You won't listen when I tell you, you don't understand when I do, you don't act on what you've learned, and you make mistakes when you do. Do you think I'm all-powerful and can always clean up your messes, or do you believe that your small frame can subdue the arsonist and his accomplices in the upcoming operation?"

Mr. M's sharp words were aimed directly at Pan Junyuan, leaving him no room for embarrassment whatsoever.

Pan Junyuan, who was naturally in a weaker position, didn't dare to say a word in response.

"You should know very well that you are no match for those seasoned veterans when it comes to getting things done. When it comes to actual operations, you need a helper, and your special status makes it difficult for me to find someone I can trust."

"Anyone I hire casually won't be tempted by 800,000 yuan and the promise of connections; anyone with a moral compass wouldn't dare get involved in the Toyosaki Group's affairs; and I can't hire anyone unafraid of getting involved in the power struggle. That recluse is currently the most suitable candidate." "What if he's faking it, just to wipe you out as well?"

Pan Junyuan pulled Mr. M in.

"First, I will only communicate with you by phone and the internet. I will never put myself in danger. If anyone is to be arrested, it will be you. But it is obvious that he has no interest in arresting you."

Secondly, I checked the hidden camera that had been placed in the hotel beforehand and saw his face and the entire process of interrogating Skinny. He only became interested in us after interrogating Skinny, and he was very good at fighting, which was important for the next operation.

Third, his appearance and standard Asian Union speech do not suggest he is a native of Nevada, indicating that he has no connection to this struggle.

Fourth, the naiveté he exudes is something most people can't fake; he's likely new to the world and still has a sense of justice, making him easy to fool.

Mr. M listed out Ai Liang's "advantages" one by one. Overall, Ai Liang may not be the best solution, but she is definitely the most cost-effective choice among limited resources.

Actually, there's an even more crucial point that Mr. M didn't mention.

Finding clues and evidence of the Toyosaki Group's crimes is more important than Pan Junyuan's safety; if necessary, Pan Junyuan can be discarded as a useless asset.

"That's settled then. Once we get to the safe house, just stay put and don't cause any more trouble."

Mr. M ended the call unilaterally without waiting for Pan Junyuan's reply.

Mr. M rubbed his temples to relieve his fatigue, then dialed another number.

"It's me. Get me a handgun, a standard model will do."

"twelve thousand."

"You're selling me a handgun that you can buy at the market in Winter's Land for ten times the price?!"

"Then why the hell don't you just fly to Winterfell and buy it?!"

“Seriously, even if it’s a bit more luxurious, five or six thousand would be about right. We’re old friends, so I’ll give you a friendly price.”

Who the hell is your friend?

The person on the other end of the phone rolled their eyes: "Ten thousand, cash first, two magazines and a holster included. Take it or leave it, or I'll hang up."

"Fine, you win. I've transferred the money. When are you going to deliver it?" Mr. M said menacingly.

"No way, you're fucking stingy! This little bit of money, this little bit of stuff, and you're haggling with me for ages and still want to deliver it to my door? Do you think this is like ordering takeout with a minimum order of twenty? Go pick it up yourself at Fish Street!"

After saying that, the other party made Mr. M experience what it's like to have the call unilaterally ended.

"Damn it, you'll be begging me for help someday!"

Mr. M grumbled as he put away his phone and opened his inbox on his computer.

Despite the criticism, the other side was still very efficient.

A few minutes later, an email with the pickup address arrived, and I could pick up the goods that afternoon.

Mr. M sent the pickup location and number to Ai Liang's phone; when Ai Liang saw it was none of his business.

After finishing all that, Mr. M rubbed his temples and then opened another document.

It contains all the clues collected over the past six months.

He spotted the name marked in red from the dense list of names.

Zhao Xingsheng, 37 years old, was one of the henchmen of the Fish Street gambling den when he was young. After the change of leadership in Fish Street, he left with the older generation and joined Xingsheng Human Resources Company under the Fengqi Group. A year later, he resigned and found an ordinary job as a construction site safety officer. He honestly saved money to buy a house and get married, but he still had some contact with people from Xingsheng Human Resources Company in private. In the end, he and his wife Yu Feng suddenly disappeared half a year ago.

"This is the last suspected target. Don't let it turn out to be a false alarm."

(End of this chapter)