What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

[The previous chapter had a karmic purification quest issued, which I forgot to mention. It has now been added. If you haven't read it, you can flip back a few pages.]

Looking at the setup in the bar, Lin Chang'an knew perfectly well who the boss was.

He walked straight to the bar.

Those around saw that Xiao Bao and the others were pale, badly injured, and covered in blood.

So he cautiously stopped Lin Chang'an, his hands gripping the weapons behind his back.

However, Ming waved his hand, telling them to move aside.

Xiao Bao and the others were terrified. They were just drug dealers; it didn't mean they were particularly skilled in combat.

These guys are usually pretty good at fighting, but when it comes to a fight, they might not come out on top.

After all, those few injured people are examples.

To say that Lin Chang'an's kung fu skills were particularly advanced would be an understatement.

However, he was ruthless and his attacks were mostly devoid of unnecessary movements.

It seems that every move he makes is aimed at crippling the opponent, or to put it more bluntly, at killing the opponent.

Such methods prove the saying: Kung Fu is not about fancy moves, it's about killing!

It was only then that Ming noticed the injuries on Xiao Bao and the others; he saw their terrible state clearly.

His brows furrowed involuntarily as he looked at Lin Chang'an warily.

Lin Chang'an had anticipated that Xiao Bao and his friends would be dealt with when he called him.

He just didn't expect to be dealt with so badly.

This young man is really something else.

Lin Chang'an pulled over a high stool and sat opposite Ming Ge.

Ming paused for a moment, then placed the chiseled ice ball into the glass, swirled it gently, and then poured in the whiskey.

The entire movement was swift and fluid, with a subtle touch of beauty.

If Lin Chang'an didn't know the other person's background, he would really think he was a bartender at this bar.

The wine rippled in the crystal-clear glass.

Without any hesitation, Lin Chang'an reached out and grabbed it, then poured it into his mouth.

The strong, potent whiskey rushed down his throat, the spicy and stimulating sensation sending a shiver down Lin Chang'an's spine.

Ming frowned, restraining himself from immediately lashing out due to his concerns, and scanned Lin Chang'an up and down.

The young man in front of me was unkempt, but he looked quite young, no more than thirty years old.

But Ming noticed a maturity beyond his years in his eyes.

Beneath the composure, Ming also saw a hint of madness.

Lin Chang'an put down the cup, lit a cigarette, and took a puff.

Then, like a host, he took the whiskey bottle, filled it up for himself, and didn't look at Ming once throughout the entire process.

He downed it in one gulp, and then let out a long breath.

"Cool!"

Ming frowned. He had seen arrogant people, ruthless people, domineering people, and cocky people.

But he had never seen anyone who could combine several states at once.

In short, he had a very bad feeling about the young man in front of him, so bad that he felt an urge to kill him.

But he held back for the time being.

There are 360 ​​professions, and every profession is about making money; this is especially true in their profession.

The most important thing is to make money steadily and without any unexpected events.

"Tell me, whose side are you on?"

Ming said that he would try to maintain a peaceful relationship as much as possible before he had a clear understanding of the other party's background.

Lin Chang'an, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, picked up his wine glass and swirled it around.

On his way here, he had been thinking about how to approach this task.

Is it a matter of using violence to suppress violence, forcibly entering the game, or other means?

However, hearing Ming's question gave him a new idea.

No wonder Ming sounded so arrogant on the phone, but his attitude in person was quite unexpected.

It turns out he considered himself a member of a certain powerful group.

But this is better.

He slammed the wine glass down on the table.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, slammed a knife on the table, and casually barked, "What do you think?"

The moment Lin Chang'an pulled out his knife, Ming immediately became alert, and his hand unconsciously went to the hard object on his waist.

But then Lin Chang'an said, "High-purity 'ice' is not common in Haicheng."

Ming immediately narrowed his eyes and scrutinized the other person.

My guess was right; this kid really is an insider.

It seems they came for this.

Ming was just wondering why this kid came all by himself.

"If you want to talk about this, have your boss come find me!" Ming said coldly.

"Boss?"

Lin Chang'an was taken aback, then laughed, his fingertips scraping the back of the knife as his mind raced.

"Ming-ge, I'm sitting here talking to you all by myself. Do you think I'd let the boss... you know?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the sky and shook his head, displaying an arrogant and self-righteous demeanor.

Ming's pupils contracted slightly, his mind racing with imagined scenarios.

This guy surnamed Lin has some big ambitions. Does what he said mean he wants to bypass the boss and do business with him?

No wonder. If Wang Qingpeng had known about this, he probably would have contacted him yesterday.

It seems this kid didn't report it to his superiors at all.

He was the one who set his sights on that top-grade 'ice'.

Ming was pondering this matter.

He had to admit that this young man gave him a different feeling.

However, what he feared was the power behind the other party, not such a small individual.

"Oh? You want to talk to me?"

Ming chuckled lightly, shifting his stance slightly. "What makes you think you can talk to me?"

As he spoke, his expression changed, and with a swift motion at his waist, a dark pistol was instantly pressed against Lin Chang'an's forehead.

There was no surprise or fear in Lin Chang'an's eyes.

He had noticed the pistol tucked into Doflamingo's waistband long ago.

When Doflamingo drew his gun, he could have easily taken down this seemingly strong and burly man in an instant, and slit his throat in less than two seconds.

However, he didn't intend to do that.

With the gun pointed at his forehead, he didn't drop the cigarette from his mouth. Instead, he took a deep drag and looked at Ming with a grin.

"Why should I talk to you? Let me think..." Lin Chang'an seemed to be pondering.

After a while, he squinted, spat out the cigarette butt, completely ignoring the gun pointed at his forehead, leaned forward, and said.

"Is it enough that I'm not afraid to die?"

Ming raised an eyebrow. This kid is really different from others.

He frowned and stared at Lin Chang'an with a sinister look.

"Is that so? Then go die."

Ming was already seething with anger, and seeing Lin Chang'an's fearless attitude, he cocked his gun.

Lin Chang'an smiled at Ming Ge, picked up the wine glass on the table and took another sip, but Ming Ge didn't make any further moves for a long time.

"Why aren't you firing, Ming?"

Seeing that Ming-ge's words were harsh but his actions did not match, Lin Chang'an urged him on.

Ming's eyes twitched; he was genuinely worried that his mother had run into a fool today.

"If you don't intend to fire, put the gun down."

As Lin Chang'an spoke, his expression changed, and he said in a deep voice, "I hate it when someone points a gun at my head!"

After saying that, his hand moved with lightning speed, snatching the gun away. In less than a second, the gun was flipped in his hand and pointed at Ming's head.