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Chapter 1580 The Great Saber, Nie Xiaoqian! (Please Subscribe!)
Although Hua Shier and his group had just entered, upon seeing the scene before them and combining it with Song San's words, they immediately pieced together the cause and effect of the whole incident in their minds.

However, Song San and his gang were involved in illegal activities, and their shipment was raided by the police.

They now suspect that the young man in front of them is an undercover police officer and are preparing to eliminate him.

At that moment, apart from Feng Yuxiu who was completely unaware and had no reaction, Mouse, Zhang Meng, Wang Shenxiu, and Luo Jialong all felt a tightness in their chests.

If Song San guessed wrong, that would be one thing, but if this young man really was one of their comrades, then they absolutely could not stand by and watch him be harmed by these people right under their noses.

Several people turned to look at Hua Shier, waiting for his signal.

Hua Shier was already prepared to take action. At worst, he would kill a few more. If this young man was really one of his comrades, then he was acting bravely and it wouldn't be considered a violation of discipline. If not, it would be even easier. He could just send the young man away later and be done with it. Who could prove that he had violated discipline?

Just then, Dog Bro suddenly chuckled, his tone carrying a hint of ingratiating flattery, trying to smooth things over, yet also a barely perceptible trace of urgency:

"San'er, stop scaring Dongzi. Dongzi is my brother, don't I know him? He used to be a dog dealer, and he's helped us a lot since he came with me. Have you forgotten that he even took a knife for you?"

Song San pointed his finger at Dog Brother's nose, without saying a single kind word:

"I'm only calling you 'Brother Dog' out of respect; otherwise, you're just an old dog. Don't try to act all high and mighty with me."

Dog Brother's face turned bright red from the scolding. His lips moved a few times, but in the end, he could only manage a pleading sound:

"Third son."

Song San waved his hand, his tone suddenly changing, a hint of cat-and-mouse mockery in his cold laugh:

"Alright, let's not waste time talking. Killing him without any proof will only make this little southerner think we're not being fair."

The "Little South" he mentioned was referring to Hua Twelve and his group.

Song San tucked his gun back into his waistband, took two identical bags of laundry detergent from a cardboard box against the wall, and held them up in his hands, showing them to everyone:

"Come on, everyone, guess—which of these two bags is laundry detergent, and which one is the real product?"

You probably don't know.

He put two bags of laundry detergent on the ground, then pulled a dog out from under the table, patted its head, and grinned maliciously:
"It knows."

The dog was a Russell Terrier, not very big. It got excited when it was led to the two bags of laundry detergent, sniffing them left and right, and finally obediently sat down in front of the right bag.

Song San looked at the dog, his smile growing colder and colder, his voice deepening as he spoke:

"See? It's just as smart as its owner. It's sitting here. It's a damn drug-sniffing dog."

Dog Brother and the young man named Dongzi's expressions changed instantly.

Hua Shier and the others also realized that Dongzi was most likely an undercover agent, and that Gou Ge and Dongzi were on the same side.

Dongzi, quick-witted as ever, immediately explained:

"Third Brother, I bought this dog from the dog market a while ago."

Dog Bro quickly chimed in, speaking rapidly:
"Yes, yes, this dog was bought by Dongzi at the dog market. How could it be a drug-sniffing dog? Impossible. Even if it were, Dongzi wouldn't know."

Xiao Ge, who had been observing coldly, put down his chopsticks.

He wiped his mouth with a napkin, looked up, and his gaze swept back and forth between Dongzi and Gou Ge's faces. His tone was neither too light nor too heavy, but it carried a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine:

"With something this serious happening, the undercover agent can't possibly be a dog, can he?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Hua Twelve and the others looked rather grim.

Cursing the neighbor or pointing at a monk and calling him a bald donkey is an example of this.

Dog Brother quickly turned to Xiao Ge, his voice already carrying a clear pleading tone:

"Nephew, listen to what your uncle has to say."

Xiao Ge raised her hand to interrupt him, her tone as calm as if she were recounting an ordinary family matter:
“Uncle Dog, you're an elder from my father's generation, and I have the utmost respect for you. But this shipment has run into trouble, and anyone with eyes can see there's a mole inside. So, I'll give you face.”

He held up one finger, first pointing at Dongzi, then at Gou Ge, his voice light and airy, yet colder than any harsh word:
"Either he dies, or you die in his place. You choose."

Dog Brother's face, which had been flushed red from Song San's scolding, suddenly drained of all color, turning as pale as a sheet of paper. His lips trembled as he managed to squeeze out a few words:
"Nephew, don't tease your uncle. I've been with your father for so many years, how could I possibly be an undercover agent?"

Song San pressed the muzzle of his gun against Dongzi's head once again, tilting his head to look at Dog Brother:

"If it's not you, then it must be him."

Dog Brother's voice was almost squeezed out of his throat: "Dongzi isn't either."

This time, Song San wasn't going to listen to his rambling anymore.

The veins on the back of his hand throbbed, and his index finger began to press against the trigger.

Just then, Hua Shier suddenly spoke up: "Wait a minute."

Song San was already harboring a lot of anger towards Hua Shier because of what happened last time. Now that he heard Hua Shier speak, he suddenly turned his gun and pointed it at him: "Wait your mother's."

Before he could finish uttering a curse, Hua Shier had already stood up from his chair, grabbed the chair he had just been sitting on, and threw it at him.

The chair whistled through the air and slammed into Song San with a thud, sending him flying more than two meters away before he crashed heavily to the ground.

In the office, Xiao Ge and Song San's subordinates standing around reacted at the same time, and their hands all reached for their waists.

The office door was slammed open from the outside, and several gunmen rushed in.

Mouse and his group drew their guns almost simultaneously, the two groups pointing their weapons at each other, the air taut like a transparent string.

Hua Shier calmly pulled two hand grenades from his pocket, holding one in each hand, his tone as casual as if he were haggling with someone at a market:

"Don't fucking move. Or we'll all die together."

As he spoke, he bit the pin of the grenade in his left hand and ripped it off.

The moment he loosened his left hand, the lightning bolt immediately went into activation mode.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

They'd seen gunfights before, but this was the first time they'd ever seen someone pull out a grenade at the drop of a hat.

Xiao Ge, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, could no longer contain himself and suddenly roared at his men:
"Don't move!"

He then turned to Hua Shier, his speaking speed noticeably increasing:
"Brother, we're all in this for the money, there's no need to risk your life. Let's talk this out."

Song San was in excruciating pain all over his body from being hit. He lay on the ground, writhing like a maggot for several moments before he could barely catch his breath.

He used the overturned table to prop himself up, gritting his teeth and roaring, "Come on—I don't believe that grenade is real!"

Xiao Ge quickly reached out to block Song San:

"Third Brother, we don't have any deep-seated hatred for these brothers from the South. There's no need to fight to the death. It's better to talk things out."

"Ouch!!"

Hua Shierchao Xiaoge drew out a long, approving tone:

"General Manager Ge is the most reasonable one. We've come all this way to collect our debt, and before we've even gotten the money, you want to kill Mao's undercover agent right in front of us—isn't that dragging us all into this mess? Doesn't that make sense?"

Xiao Ge nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, brother, you're absolutely right. So tell me, what do you want to do now?"

Hua Shier smiled and offered a price:

“Easy. Your father owed Brother Kun from Hong Kong Island three million years ago—with interest, five million isn’t much, is it? You pay us the money, and we’ll turn around and leave. You can do whatever you want after that; it’s none of our business. What do you say, Mr. Ge?”

Xiao Ge looked troubled, as if he was truly stumped by the arithmetic problem:
"That makes sense, but the problem is I can't come up with five million right now. Forget five million, I can't even come up with three million. I had two shipments of goods stolen by Lei Zi these past few days, suffering huge losses. How about you wait a few days? As long as I can successfully ship one shipment, I'll pay back this debt immediately, okay?"

Hua Shier seemed to have heard a joke, and the corner of his mouth curled up:
"Mr. Ge, let's not beat around the bush. I've heard that Uncle Long has always suspected Song San of secretly shipping goods behind his back, and even said that Master Ge's death was related to this. But now it seems to me that you are Song San's real boss. So, your father's death is probably also related to you, isn't it?" He said this ostensibly to Xiao Ge, but actually to the undercover policeman Dongzi, telling him not to just focus on the goods smuggling case, there's also a murder case on the side, and he needs to investigate both of them thoroughly.

Dog Brother turned his head in disbelief, staring blankly at Xiao Ge, his voice trembling slightly:

"Nephew—did you kill your father?"

Xiao Ge's face instantly turned sinister and twisted, and he hissed as he roared:
"Nonsense! How could I possibly harm my father!"

Hua Shier chuckled, his tone tinged with contempt:

"Why don't you look in the mirror and see how ugly your expression is? Your every little thing is written all over your face!"

"Is it because your father won't let you sell goods locally, blocking your path to wealth, that you took action? I must say, you really are a damn ruthless talent."

He paused, then laughed again:
"But Mr. Ge, don't be so stingy. The inheritance your father left you is enough for you to live on for several lifetimes. Do you really need my five million?"

Dog Brother's gaze darted back and forth between Hua Twelve and Xiao Ge, the blood vessels in his eyes rising one by one, and his voice had already changed tone:
"Is your nephew really me?"

Xiao Ge's expression changed several times in just a few seconds. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed the teapot on the table, smashing it on Dog Brother's head with a thud.

The teapot shattered into pieces, and tea mixed with blood flowed down from his gray hair. Dog Brother groaned and collapsed to the ground.

Xiao Ge looked at Dog Brother curled up on the ground, her voice shrill:

"Nephew, nephew—you call him nephew too? Yes! I did it! So what!"

When Dongzi saw that Brother Gou was being beaten, he sprang up and tried to get up.

Hua Shier pressed down on his shoulder with his right hand, firmly pushing him back down.

After smashing Dog Brother's clothes, Xiao Ge acted like a burst dam, all his dignity and composure crumbled, and he hysterically roared:

"All I want to do is earn some money, why is it so hard? I have gambling debts from studying abroad, and my father won't give me money. How am I supposed to pay it back? What should I do?"

Dog Brother lay on the ground, clutching his head, blood seeping from between his fingers. He cursed furiously:
"You beast—you killed someone just because of this? He was your own father!"

Xiao Ge lowered her head and spat at him:
"You know nothing. The old man is over sixty years old, he's keeping a mistress on the side, and she even had a son with him. He won't give me any money, it's all for that brat. If I don't strike first, will this family fortune ever be mine?"

After saying that, he kicked Dog Brother again, which calmed him down a bit. He straightened up, turned his face, and even managed to force a smile at Hua Twelve:
"Dude, you're awesome. I thought I'd covered my tracks perfectly, but you, an outsider, saw right through it."

He reached out and brushed the bloodstains off his suit, his tone regaining some of the businessman's warmth, as if what had just happened was nothing more than a trivial incident:
“You’re right. Once I inherit the old man’s estate, five million will be nothing to me. But the inheritance process isn’t finished yet—I really don’t have the money.”

Xiao Ge pointed to the bag of laundry detergent on the ground that had been spotted by the drug-sniffing dog, his tone sincere as if he were genuinely concerned for the other person:
"How about this, you're working for Brother Kun in Hong Kong, probably just smuggling goods. I'll give you five million worth of goods, you can take them directly, how about that?"

Hua Shier chuckled and readily agreed, "Okay."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw the grenade in his left hand, the pin of which had already been pulled, away.

The grenade drew a short arc in the air and slammed into Xiao Ge's head with a thud, making his face twist and causing him to see stars.

The grenade, after bouncing off, landed on the round table.

At the same instant Hua Shier threw the grenade, his right hand flashed out of the gun at his waist, and he activated his American-style Iaijutsu. Bang bang bang—a rapid series of gunshots rang out.

The moment the grenade landed on the table, his magazine was already empty.

Apart from Mouse and a few others, everyone in the room who had guns was accurately shot in the wrist by bullets, pistols clattered to the ground, and screams of agony instantly filled the entire office.

Song San finally snapped out of his shock and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Mr. Ge, run—it's going to explode!"

He dragged Xiao Ge and scrambled behind the desk, curling up into a ball to protect their heads as they waited for the loud bang.

At the same time, Dog Brother was also desperately crawling forward on his arms, trying to get as far away from the table as possible. Dongzi's eyes reddened, and he rushed over without thinking, grabbing Dog Brother's arm:

"Brother Dog, let's go!"

Just then, the grenade on the table finally made a move. First, the outer casing fell off, revealing flashing colored lights inside, followed by a cheerful electronic sound effect coming from within:
"What's Daddy's dad called? Daddy's dad is called Grandpa."

Mouse and the others burst out laughing. They had recognized it from the start—the two grenades Hua Shier had pulled out were the realistic children's toys they had bought on a whim during their trip a couple of days ago.

Five minutes later, Hua Shier and his men pointed guns at Xiao Ge and Song San's heads, using them as hostages, and walked out of the office building surrounded by gunmen on the first and second floors.

Dog Brother and Dongzi also squeezed out with them amidst the chaos, with Dongzi still holding the drug-sniffing dog in his arms.

Dog Bro, clutching the wound on his head, still managed to yell at the row of dark gun barrels upstairs, his tone carrying the slickness and threat unique to an old thug:
"Nobody fire!—watch out for my nephew!"

Although Song San was restrained, he didn't back down an inch, stubbornly shouting at the people around him:
"Stop them! Don't let them leave!"

With the gun pointed at him, Xiao Ge's head was tilted to one side. He looked at Hua Shier with a crooked mouth and asked, his tone not so much of a fear as an anxiety that his plans had been disrupted:

"Bro, what exactly do you want?"

Hua Shier had a faint smile on his lips as he slowly and deliberately said to him:
"Mr. Ge, take us to the warehouse. Just like you said—load five million worth of goods for us, and we'll call it even. After that, I'll need Mr. Ge to see us out of the city. Otherwise, I won't feel at ease."

He had already made up his mind: once he got the goods and left the chemical factory, he would drive straight to the nearest police station.

Xiao Ge readily agreed, nodding and saying, "Okay. However, the warehouse isn't in the factory; it would be too conspicuous if it were there. We store everything separately."

Hua Shier, gun in one hand and gripping Xiao Ge by the back of the neck with the other, shouted to the gunmen who were still holding their weapons and looking bewildered as they walked:
"Don't fire! If you scare me and accidentally kill Boss Ge, then nobody will pay your salaries."

The group of gunmen looked at each other, feeling that what this guy said actually made a lot of sense.

And so, Hua Shier used Xiao Ge and Song San as human shields to protect everyone as they walked toward the van they had driven.

Dog Brother pulled Dongzi closer, his face showing a cautious, ingratiating expression, and said to Hua Twelve in a very fast voice:
"Brother, could you give us a ride? We'll get off when we reach a safe place. I swear to God, we won't cause you any trouble."

Hua Shier chuckled and said, "No problem, it just needs to be squeezed in!"

"Great! That's very thoughtful!"

Dog Brother thanked him, grabbed Dongzi (who had a complicated expression), and followed closely. Just as they got close, he punched Xiao Ge right in the eye socket, cursing through gritted teeth:

"You bastard—you even killed your own father!"

Xiao Ge covered her eyes and let out a wail of pain.

Before the group could even reach the van, a loud crash came from the factory gate, followed by several vans rushing through the gate and speeding along the factory road.

The vans came to a steady stop in front of everyone, and their doors opened in unison.

Seven or eight men carrying AKs jumped down first and lined up on both sides.

Then a woman with long, messy hair, rough skin, freckles all over her face, and black-rimmed glasses on her nose slowly got out of the car.

Although this woman had terrible skin, a slovenly appearance, and was without makeup, she was undeniably strikingly beautiful.

Her neck was slightly tilted, her jaw rubbed gently from side to side, her tongue slowly circled in her mouth, and she glanced at everyone expressionlessly, as if looking at a pile of garbage waiting to be cleaned up.

Although Song San was being held at gunpoint, he couldn't stand women showing off in front of him and cursed:
"Who the hell are you?"

The woman didn't reply. Instead, she took out a photo from her pocket, glanced at it, and then looked up, her gaze fixed on Xiao Ge.

All I heard her say was, "Damn it, send that old Ge family bastard on his way!"

Her men around her simultaneously raised their AKs and were about to fire in their direction!
As soon as the woman spoke, Hua Shier recognized her immediately. It was Nie Xiaoqian, nicknamed "Big Knife," who had spoken to him on the phone a couple of days ago!
He threw a grenade before the other side could open fire.

Upon seeing the grenade, Da Dao and her men, without even bothering to fire, simultaneously dodged to either side and lay prone on the ground.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hua Shier grabbed Xiao Ge and led everyone to hide behind the van.

The grenade he threw bounced off its casing three seconds after hitting the ground, flashing lights and accompanied by a cheerful electronic voice: "What's Daddy's dad called? Daddy's dad is Grandpa."

Big Knife's face darkened: "Damn it, do it! Kill them all!"

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