A hundred flavors of life

Chapter 1579 Her Curses Were More Vulgar Than Mine! (Please Subscribe!)

Hua Shier agreed to watch Uncle Long deal with Song San that evening, and the old man seemed very happy.

Taking advantage of his good mood, Hua Shier brought up Mr. Li's matter, saying that he wanted to meet with him to discuss the issue of purchasing goods in person.

Incidentally, he also recounted the recent events in Guangzhou—Old Fu's arrest, the crackdown on corruption, and the complete upheaval of the market; he gave a general overview of everything that needed to be said.

After hearing this, Uncle Long first raised his glass and gestured to him, then congratulated him with a smile:
"According to you, Lei's actions have almost wiped out all the old-established forces in your area. This has really done you a favor, brother. I must congratulate you, brother, you've monopolized the local market."

Hua Twelve displayed just the right amount of sullenness:

"That's what they say, but Lao Fu's kitchen has also been raided. Now I have a market but no supply, which is really tough."

"That's why I went to Hong Kong Island to meet Brother Kun, hoping to close the deal on US dollars. Brother Kun's condition was that I collect the debt for him, as a way of showing my loyalty."

"In addition, I have another purpose for coming to Northeast China this time, which is to meet Mr. Li. Mr. Fu and Mr. Li also cooperated in the past, and I want to reconnect with that connection."

“If Brother Kun can supply me with US dollars and Mr. Li can also provide the ‘coolness’, then I can truly monopolize the entire market.”

Uncle Long hesitated for a moment before speaking:
"I can't contact Mr. Li. To tell you the truth, even Lao Ge has never met Mr. Li in person."

He paused, then changed the subject: "But I do have the phone number of one of Mr. Li's confidants. I wonder if Brother Tianlong has ever heard of 'Big Knife'?"

The meal lasted for another half hour. After the meal, Uncle Long said he couldn't hold his liquor and went to rest. A little while later, someone brought him a handwritten note with a phone number on it. The owner of the number was none other than Big Knife, Mr. Li's top henchman.

Around 9 p.m., Uncle Long got into a bulletproof Mercedes and left the villa.

Hua Shier and his group, as specially invited witnesses, were arranged in a seven-seater minivan in the back. Zhang Meng was in charge of the steering wheel, and they followed the Mercedes-Benz at a leisurely pace toward Song San's territory.

On the bus, Mouse clicked his tongue, somewhat puzzled:
"I have a feeling that Uncle Long's motives aren't quite right, since he asked us to be witnesses."

Hua Shier chuckled, his tone resolute:

"Of course it's not simple. Uncle Long used to hang out with Master Ge, but now that Master Ge is gone, who can keep him in check? I bet he's planning to take advantage of the family's ruin. He heard we're here to collect a debt, so he's using us as pawns to pressure Master Ge's son."

His suggestion made everyone realize something at the same time. Wang Shenxiu leaned back in his seat, shook his head, and sighed:
"I knew it! We clearly came to collect a debt from Master Ge, but Master Ge is dead. Instead of standing up for his nephew, Uncle Long keeps insisting that the money should be paid back and even offers to introduce us to him. I knew something was off then. Now that you say it's about taking advantage of someone who has no family to support him, hey, it all makes sense. That old fox."

Luo Jialong turned around from the passenger seat: "Brother Long, what do we do now?"

Hua Shier first had the guy watch the road before he said:

"Let's wait and see. As long as things don't conflict with our goals, we don't care who lives or dies. We can just sit back and watch the show."

Everyone laughed.

After laughing, Mouse asked again, "What if Uncle Long uses us and then turns around and has no good intentions towards us?"

Except for Feng Yuxiu, all of them were undercover agents. Mouse asked a question cryptically, but what he really wanted to know was how Hua Shier should handle his actions.

If you cause trouble on the territory of a sister company, you'll only be adding to their burdens.

Before Hua Shier could speak, Feng Yuxiu, who had been silent all along, raised his hand, slowly clenched his fist, and his knuckles made a series of soft, cracking sounds.

"Then kill him."

Hua Shier smiled and patted Feng Yuxiu on the shoulder:

"Well said, Ash. When you're in this business, you have to be ruthless. But you have to listen to me. I'll tell you who to hit, and then you hit that person. Don't act on your own."

He was genuinely afraid that Feng Yuxiu might kill someone in front of his own people without warning. If that happened, he wouldn't be able to explain it to Xu Pingqiu when he got back.

Fortunately, Feng Yuxiu was exceptionally obedient to Hua Twelve. He nodded vigorously and earnestly promised:
“I understand, Brother Long. You saved Xue’s life, and I will only listen to you for the rest of my life.”

During this time, Hua Shier would take time every day to treat Shen Xue. Before coming to Northeast China, he had Feng Yuxiu take Shen Xue to a hospital in Guangzhou for a comprehensive examination. The results were so good that even the doctors couldn't believe it.

The lesions in Shen Xue's body had shrunk significantly, returning to the early stage level. The expert doctors repeatedly confirmed this by comparing the before and after films, and even suspected that Feng Yuxiu might have taken someone else's films by mistake. As a result, Feng Yuxiu and his wife became even more grateful to Hua Shier and more devoted to him.

Uncle Long's car turned into a street. Zhang Meng turned the steering wheel and followed. Only then did everyone realize that this was near the mahjong parlor they had visited last time.

As soon as Uncle Long's car came to a stop, one of his henchmen, who was responsible for staking out the location, ran over and bowed to report:

"Uncle Long, Song San is inside."

Uncle Long nodded and slowly gave the instructions:
"Block both the front and back doors. We have friends from the South here today, so let's get things done more efficiently. Alright, let's begin."

The young man nodded and bowed, replying, "You'll see."

After saying that, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

A moment later, strings of car lights lit up at both ends of the street, and many vans sped up from both the front and back, stopping in front of the mahjong parlor.

The car doors swung open simultaneously, and a number of people poured out of each car, each carrying various cold weapons.

The leader kicked open the door of the mahjong parlor, and the large group of people poured in like a tidal wave.

Almost immediately, sounds of smashing and fighting erupted from inside the mahjong parlor.

Inside the van, Zhang Meng leaned out from the driver's seat and peered inside:

"With so many people prepared by Uncle Long, that kid Song San is in for a tough time today."

The others nodded in agreement.

Only Hua Shier shook his head:
“I always felt that things weren’t that simple. Uncle Long was clearly aiming to take advantage of the childless. The fact that he targeted Song San first shows that Song San was on Ge Ye’s son’s side. Taking down Song San is like cutting off one of Little Ge’s arms.”

"If Master Ge's son had any skills and didn't want to sit and wait to die, he would definitely protect Song San to the death. He would never let Uncle Long succeed so easily."

The mouse chuckled:
"Brother Long, you've probably guessed wrong this time. With so many people rushing in, how many minutes can Song San's small force hold out? Not a single helper has appeared yet. Song San is in grave danger tonight."

Before he could finish speaking, a light suddenly flashed from the end of the street.

A motorcycle approached slowly, moving at a moderate speed, as it drew near Uncle Long's bulletproof Mercedes.

The rider on the vehicle was wearing a leather jacket and pants, and a helmet, so his face was not visible. The rider tapped on the rear window of the Mercedes with his gloved knuckles.

Inside the car, Uncle Long, who was smoking a cigar with his eyes closed, turned his head at the sound and looked out the window.

When the rider saw that he didn't react, he raised his hand and knocked twice more, as if urging him to roll down the window.

In the car behind, several people witnessed this scene simultaneously. Feng Yuxiu's pupils contracted slightly, and he suddenly whispered:

"This person exudes a murderous aura."

Before he finished speaking, the rear window of the Mercedes seemed to move slightly. In the instant the window rolled down, the rider pulled out a handgun and fired two shots into the car.

After firing the shot, the rider quickly dismounted, picked up the spent cartridge, turned around, got back on the bike, twisted the throttle, and drove off.

At this moment, Hua Shier pushed open the car window, pulled out his gun from his waistband, leaned out the window, and fired a shot.

The bullet grazed the rider's neck, leaving a bloody gash.

He wasn't bad at hitting; he was doing it on purpose.

Although Hua Shier was determined not to help either side, the fact that this assassin pulled out a gun and killed someone right in front of them showed a complete disregard for their dignity.

This shot was meant to leave a mark on the enemy.

Uncle Long's driver seemed startled. A few seconds later, he scrambled out of the car, staggered into the mahjong parlor, and shouted hoarsely:
"Uncle Jackie is dead! Uncle Jackie is dead!"

In the van outside the mahjong parlor, Hua Shier got out, retrieved his spent cartridge case, and returned to the car, saying to Zhang Meng:
"Let's go, the outcome is decided, there's nothing more to see."

Zhang Meng started the car, made a clean U-turn, and drove away from the scene along the same route he had come from.

The mouse was a little puzzled:
"I just don't understand, is that Uncle Long crazy? Why did he roll down the car window?"

The others couldn't understand it either. It was a bulletproof Mercedes, and the assassin was using a handgun. As long as Uncle Long didn't roll down the window, nothing would have happened. How could this old fox have made such a stupid mistake?
Hua Shier shook his head; he couldn't figure out the answer to this question either.

Zhang Meng gripped the steering wheel and asked, "Brother Long, where are we going now?" They couldn't get back to Uncle Long's place, and staying in a hotel in the county town wasn't safe either.

Hua Shier took out his phone: "You can turn it on whatever you want first, I'll make a call, and then we'll talk!"

He dialed the number Uncle Long had given him.

The ringtone rang for a long time before the call was finally answered.

A woman, extremely impatient and clearly agitated from being woken up, blurted out in a fit of rage, "Damn it!"

Immediately following was a string of poorly pronounced Mandarin, which came crashing down on him: "No matter who you are, if you interrupt my sweet dream without something important to say, I will teach you a lesson."

Hua Shier, having been insulted, was determined not to suffer in silence and immediately retaliated with insults of her own:
"You son of a bitch, do you know who you're talking to?"

The other person's temper flared instantly at those words; their voice suddenly rose, almost piercing the receiver.
"You bastard, who are you cursing again?"

Hua Shier's temper flared up as well, and he crossed his legs:
"You little bitch, I'll curse back at whoever insults me. Can't you even tell that? Are you out of your mind?!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line.

Immediately afterwards, a torrent of profanities in multiple languages ​​poured out like a burst dam, interspersed with a few gunshots. Clearly, the person on the other end of the phone had completely lost it.

Hua Shier patiently waited for her to finish cursing, then calmly added the last three-word curse word containing "mother," a classic Chinese curse, and hung up the phone without giving her any chance to retort.

He won this round!
Everyone in the car was stunned.

Wang Shenxiu tentatively asked, "Brother Long, who are you calling?"

Hua 12 confirmed the number again:
"The number that Uncle Long gave me."

He recalled the gunshots he'd heard through the receiver and the other person immediately swearing in Korean, wondering if it was a wrong number. But the number displayed on the screen was the one Uncle Long had given him!

Mouse chuckled, "Then why are you using such foul language?"

Hua Twelve's face darkened:
"That woman on the other side was swearing even more rudely. Luckily, I swore at her once more and made her waste several bullets. She dared to swear at me. I hope a stray bullet hits her in the head!"

The phone rang as soon as he finished speaking.

A string of numbers flashed on the screen; it was the woman from before calling back.

Without a second thought, Hua Shier immediately rejected the call. The outcome of the previous game was already decided, and if this woman called now, she was definitely trying to retaliate with insults. He wasn't going to fall for that.

He stuffed his own phone into his pocket, borrowed Wang Shenxiu's phone, and redialed the number.

The call was answered quickly this time. Before the other end could speak, Hua Shier preemptively tightened his throat muscles, making his voice deeper and more magnetic:
"Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Big Knife."

It was the same woman on the other end of the phone. She was breathing heavily, as if she had just finished a long tirade, and she spoke through gritted teeth, enunciating each word clearly:
"I am the Greatsword, who are you?"

Hua Shier raised an eyebrow slightly. He knew that Da Dao's real name was 'Nie Xiaoqian', but because she was Mr. Li's top henchman and had the nickname 'Da Dao', he had the impression of a strong and imposing man from Northeast China. So he never thought of her as a woman and subconsciously assumed she was a man.

Only then did it dawn on me—no wonder she's called Nie Xiaoqian, it turns out Da Dao really is a woman.

Hua Shier calmly moved on from the earlier insults and got straight to the point, briefly explaining that he had come to collect debts on behalf of Brother Kun and to seek cooperation with Mr. Li.

After hearing this, the gunpowder in Da Dao's tone lessened somewhat, but it remained icy cold.

"We can discuss cooperation, but as for the three million, go find an old man surnamed Ge. Mr. Li gave him that money back then, and I can give you his phone number."

Hua Shier interrupted her: "You're not talking about Master Ge, are you? If it is, then there's no need for trouble—he's already dead."

There was a sudden moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

The broadsword's voice turned cold again, its killing intent almost transmitted through the signal:

"What? Old Ge is dead? Did you kill him?"

Hua Shier, of course, refused to take the blame. He relayed exactly what Uncle Long had said earlier, saying that Uncle Long suspected Song San had killed Master Ge, and added at the end:
"Uncle Long is dead too, tonight. This number was given to me by him—"

Before he could finish speaking, Da Dao coldly interrupted him, his voice deep and short, as if suppressing a newly ignited rage:

"I understand. You can contact the Ge family about the money. As for the cooperation, wait a few days and I'll come to you."

He hung up the phone after saying that, without uttering a single unnecessary word.

Knowing that it would take several days for Da Dao to arrive, Hua Shier used his phone to search for nearby scenic spots and asked Zhang Meng to drive there for a trip, treating it as a team building activity.

There weren't many things to do in the small town, and by the fourth day, Hua Shier was already bored. He drove back to the county town and sent Mouse out to inquire about Uncle Long and Song San.

The mouse is incredibly versatile and a natural at gathering information; it figured out the whole situation in just one morning.

He returned and reported to Hua Twelve:
"Uncle Long died on the spot. I heard that Song San was injured, but not too seriously. There are rumors that Song San has been targeted by the police for some reason recently. He doesn't dare to stay in the mahjong parlor and went to the Ge family's daily chemical factory to lay low with Xiao Ge. The two of them are living in that factory now."

After hearing his explanation, Hua Shier immediately made a decision:
"Let's go. Let's find Old Ge's son, Xiao Ge, and get the debt back first."

They found a safe place to settle Shen Xue, while the rest of them drove straight to the daily chemical factory on the outskirts of the county.

Upon arriving at the gate, Hua Shier got out of the car and explained his purpose to the gatekeepers. As soon as the gatekeepers heard that they had come to collect a debt, their eyes immediately changed, filled with a fierce light.

The security guard made a phone call into the factory and received a reply shortly afterward, saying to Hua Twelve:

"Go straight in and you'll see the office building. General Manager Ge is waiting for you on the third floor." After saying that, he raised the gate and let them in.

The group drove into the factory area, parked their car, and someone came out of the office building to greet them and take them upstairs.

As soon as Hua Shier entered, he sensed something was wrong. There were quite a few people standing in the building, each with a fierce demeanor, and their clothes and posture didn't look like workers at all.

These people had a江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the world of martial arts and chivalry) air about them, and there was a sense of apprehension towards them; their eyes weren't very friendly.

The situation was exactly the same when we went up to the second floor.

The corridor was also packed with people, and a tense atmosphere hung in the air.

Zhang Meng walked behind Hua Shier and whispered:
"Brother Long, I have a feeling we've been ambushed. Could they have been prepared all along?"

Hua Shier continued walking without stopping, his tone nonchalant:

"I'm prepared with multiple yarns. If you dare to renege on your debt, then we'll take your word for it. I'm the kind of person who's prepared."

He spoke quite loudly, and the person leading the way heard him clearly, his eyes twitching.

Upon reaching the third floor, the group was led into a spacious office.

Several underlings were standing in the office. In the middle was a round table with a copper hot pot on it, steaming hot. Around the pot were a circle of fresh vegetables.

Four people were sitting around the table. At the head of the table was a well-dressed young man in a suit. Notably, there was a scabbed abrasion mark on the right side of his neck.

Song San and the Dog Brother they had met before sat to the left of this man. The former still had a plaster on his nose and the bruises on his face hadn't completely faded.

The young man who had called the police in the mahjong parlor was sitting opposite these people, looking somewhat nervous.

As soon as Hua Shier entered, Song San recognized him, slammed his hand on the table, and stood up. The newly applied plaster on his nose twisted and crumpled with his expression.
"Damn it, I've been looking for you guys! You almost crooked my nose last time, and you still dare to show your faces? You've got some nerve!"

As he spoke, he pulled a pistol directly from his waist.

Hua Shier didn't even blink. If Song San dared to point a gun at him, he would immediately blow his head off and let him go first.

The handsome young man pressed down on Song San's gun barrel, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable certainty:

"Third Brother, we haven't finished the important business yet. We can talk about other things later!"

After he finished speaking, he politely nodded to Hua Shier and introduced himself:

“I am Master Ge’s son. I already know the purpose of your visit. Please rest for a while while we take care of some family matters. We’ll talk again after that.”

Hua Shier took a deep look at the scratches on Xiao Ge's neck. He guessed why Uncle Long had rolled down the car window. If he wasn't mistaken, the gunman that day was Xiao Ge.

Uncle Long probably thought that his nephew's appearance was to seek peace with him, but he didn't expect that his nephew was ruthless and would directly kill him.

In short, Uncle Jackie was overconfident.

Song San nodded to the young man, then turned to Hua Twelve and said:
"We'll settle our business later; it's not over yet."

"Okay, we'll settle it later!" Hua Shier chuckled, pulled out a chair, and sat down. He smiled at Xiao Ge, his tone as casual as if he were waiting for a table in a teahouse.
"You guys go ahead with your work, I'm not in a hurry. Good things come to those who wait."

Xiao Ge instructed Song San, "Third Brother, that's about enough, let's begin."

Song San turned his pistol around and pointed it at the young man who had called the police last time.

He grinned, a smile that carried undisguised ferocity and mockery:

"They say if a deal falls through, there's always a traitor. Lei Zi snatched this batch of goods today, you were the one who tipped him off, weren't you? You're Lei Zi!!!"

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