Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 317 Boy
Chang Ning stood on the street and didn't go far. Based on his knowledge of the other party, he was betting that they would call.

The public telephone rang, and it was clear that Chang Ning had made the right bet.

That intelligence dealer, or rather, intelligence peddler, indeed didn't have much power, but it was enough for him.

Investigating the background of a small gang shouldn't take much effort.

Upon answering the phone, the information broker's urgent voice came through, indicating that he genuinely needed the deal.

In this way, the business is negotiable, and Chang Ning is in a favorable position.

"Okay, buddy. I admit I spoke a bit too hastily just now. I wonder if you could give me another chance."

I guarantee it will be more than worth the money for both of us; God is my witness.

Having figured out the other person's true nature, Chang Ning carefully controlled the pace of his conversation, determined to keep the rhythm firmly in his own hands.

"You tell me first."

Through their earlier contact, the information broker knew that this was the last chance his employer was giving him.

Whether or not this deal can be closed depends on my performance.

Although this wasn't his first time doing business, he couldn't help but feel nervous in front of Chang Ning.

Perhaps it was because he hadn't opened for business in a long time, or perhaps Chang Ning gave him a different feeling.

Whatever the reason, this information broker knew he had to do everything in his power to complete this deal.

This is about whether I can survive.

Yes, if he doesn't open for business soon, he plans to change careers and give up the family business he took over from his father.

The most important thing now is to survive.

Suppressing the turmoil in his mind, the information broker organized his thoughts and began to demonstrate his value to Chang Ning.

“Sir, even though there are more than a dozen gangs called ‘Zero Point’ in this city, I think there is only one that you have had a conflict with.”

After finishing his sentence, the information broker wasn't annoyed that the person on the other end of the phone didn't seem inclined to continue the conversation.

Or rather, he dared not be angry, because this was his employer, his god, and the key to whether he could still make a living.

Therefore, at this moment, he dared not show even the slightest negative emotion.

He vowed to serve his employer with the utmost devotion, just as he would serve God.

After all, God can give him spiritual strength, while his employer is his bread and butter!

How could an intelligence broker not treat him well? Would he dare show any displeasure?

Unless he is prepared to live on the streets and go hungry.

With all these thoughts in mind, the intelligence broker unconsciously adopted a somewhat obsequious tone when speaking to Chang Ning.

"So sir, I think the gang you're looking for is the one led by the drunkard Donnie."

To Chang Ning, finding this information was nothing more than a basic operation.

Today, when he clashed with that black driver at the entrance of the black market, it was all in full view of everyone. As long as the black driver's background is investigated, obtaining this information is not unexpected.

If the information broker continues to say things that are obvious, Chang Ning might consider finding a different partner.

After a brief exchange, the information broker on the other end of the phone also gained some understanding of Chang Ning's personality.

He gradually grew accustomed to Chang Ning's indifference, so he continued, "I have some information here about the drunkard Donnie, including his social connections, habits, gang strength, and personal assets, but personal assets can only be considered as a reference."

Upon hearing the intelligence broker's report, Chang Ning finally began to feel satisfied.

There were some things the black market vendor hadn't mentioned, which just goes to show the information broker on the other end of the phone was somewhat capable. "How do we trade?"

Chang Ning's words were very brief, so brief that anyone could hear the sense of alienation in his tone.

"Just stand here and don't move. A kid wearing a baseball cap will bring you the item in about ten minutes," the information broker said respectfully to Chang Ning.

If this order goes through, he won't have to worry about making a living for the next month.

After hanging up the phone, the intelligence broker skillfully turned on his computer and, after some operations, located Chang Ning's position.

"Son, come here."

The intelligence broker called his son to his side—a boy who was about ten years old.

"Give this to him."

After handing the boy a thick envelope, the information broker showed him a photo of Chang Ning.

A photo of Chang Ning beating up the racist black driver.

In the photo, the driver is lying on the ground in pain, and a young man is looking down at him indifferently.

It was as if the driver, who was wailing in pain, was not a person in his eyes, but something else entirely.

"Did you remember?" the information broker asked his son.

"I've got it." The boy looked at the man in the photo again and nodded.

"Okay, it's up to you whether we eat steak or bread this month."

The information broker patted the boy on the shoulder and then gave him a gentle push.

At his father's signal, the boy put on a baseball cap, clutched the envelope tightly, and went out the door.

After hanging up the phone, Chang Ning leaned against the wall, recalling his conversation with the information broker in his mind. He needed to review the conversation.

"Ten minutes?"

If a normal adult male can walk here in ten minutes, then he must have a place to stay nearby.

"Coincidence or..."

Chang Ning's expression turned slightly cold as she considered the possible scenarios.

If anyone dares to mess with him, he'll cause a huge scene even if he's wanted by the police.

As long as the mission can be completed, Miao Lian should be able to handle these unplanned issues.

What? You're asking why people can't hitch a ride?

Please, based on both the brief meeting on the black market and the circumstances of this phone call, it's safe to assume that the information broker isn't in a very good financial situation.

This is also why Chang Ning has reservations about cooperating with him.

A poor information broker—it just doesn't seem right no matter how you look at it.

Based on the information Chang Ning had access to in the past, those intelligence dealers who operated in the gray area were either very wealthy or quite well-off.

The intelligence broker who took the initiative to contact him today can be described as an anomaly in the intelligence world, especially in terms of economic ability alone.

A boy came into Chang Ning's view, though she hadn't initially noticed him.

But once the boy arrived near the public phone booth, he kept looking for something, and such suspicious behavior was bound to arouse Chang Ning's suspicion.

Just as Chang Ning was about to approach the boy, the boy seemed to sense something and turned around to look at Chang Ning.

The boy's eyes lit up, and after cautiously observing his surroundings to make sure it was safe, he jogged over to Chang Ning's side.