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

The reversal happened so suddenly.

Ming was stunned and hadn't reacted yet when a cold touch came from his forehead.

His expression changed slightly, and he instinctively shrank back.

Lin Chang'an smiled at Ming Ge, the muzzle of his gun swaying.

"Looks like Ming doesn't use a gun much. Why is he holding it so loosely?"

The henchmen behind him finally realized what was happening, and they were all shocked, their faces turning ugly.

But no one moved.

Ming's eyebrows twitched. In all his years in Haicheng, he had never had a gun pointed at him like this before.

However, he remained calm, his expression unhurried.

This Lin fellow was incredibly skilled; he already knew from the miserable state of Xiao Bao and the others.

But I've never seen it with my own eyes.

Now he finally understands.

Lin Chang'an's speed in seizing the gun was as fast as lightning, his movements were swift and decisive.

Before Ming could even see his movements, the gun had already been snatched from his hand.

This kid is definitely not a simple character.

Ming's eyes were cold as he looked at Lin Chang'an: "Kid, not bad. I really underestimated you!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Chang'an's smile deepened.

"Ming-ge is also an outstanding person."

As he spoke, he moved the gun away from Ming's head, and with a slight movement of his palm, the magazine fell out of the pistol.

The glass landed on the bar with a "thud" and bounced twice.

Ming-ge narrowed his eyes, glanced at it, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Chang'an casually tossed the gun onto the bar and said:

"The gun isn't loaded with bullets? What's going on here?"

Lin Chang'an smiled and sat back down in the high chair, as if nothing had ever happened.

Ming used a Type 54 Black Star.

Lin Chang'an used this model of pistol frequently in his previous life; it was powerful, had few flaws, and was quite easy to use.

It's fair to say he's very familiar with this gun.

Just now, when Ming raised his hand to fire the gun, he noticed that the sound was wrong; it seemed that the other party was just firing an empty gun.

When he finally took the gun back, the subtle difference in the weight he felt confirmed his suspicions.

Ming's Adam's apple bobbed. He had only brought this Black Star gun with him today to bluff people; it wasn't loaded with bullets at all. He hadn't expected it to be discovered.

Lin Chang'an lit a cigarette with a snap, looked at Ming Ge with a smile, and toyed with his wine glass: "Now can we talk?"

Ming looked at Lin Chang'an warily; the more he looked at this guy, the more unusual he seemed.

At first, he thought the other party was just a small fry who could fight, and looked down on him, but now he has completely abandoned that idea.

He was a little curious: when did Wang Qingpeng get such a subordinate as Erqiu?

In Ming's opinion, Lin Chang'an's courage and bandit-like nature did not seem like those of someone willing to be subordinate to others.

No wonder this kid dared to bypass the boss and go straight to him.

This is a classic case of someone wanting to go it alone and start their own business.

Ming, that imaginative guy, is overthinking things again.

He frowned and thought for a few seconds, then picked up the gun, put the magazine back in, tucked it back into his waistband, pulled over a stool, and sat down.

He tapped his fingers on the bar, not replying, but simply re-examining the man in front of him.

Lin Chang'an wasn't in a hurry and poured himself a drink.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Ming finally spoke, his voice a little softer than before, but still wary.

Lin Chang'an downed another glass of wine, let out a burp, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips as he slowly said:

"Ming-ge is a smart man, I don't need to spell it out, do I? The reason I came to see you is naturally because..."

Before he could finish speaking, he twirled the glass in his hand, his gaze fixed on the ice ball in the glass that had begun to melt.

Ming raised his eyelids slightly, confirming his suspicions.

This guy really came for the 'ice'.

"I've never seen any goods on the market in Haicheng with such high purity as those in Ming's hands."

Lin Chang'an took a long drag on his cigarette. "If this stuff were rolled out across the entire Haicheng, the profits would be unimaginable..."

He paused, then looked at Ming with a greedy gaze.

The task description mentions that this high-purity ice has not yet been distributed in Haicheng.

Moreover, according to Lin Chang'an's memories from his previous life, the circulation of this "high-quality goods" was at least two years later than it is now.

I don't know why this high-purity product has appeared ahead of schedule.

Ming frowned, then followed up on Lin Chang'an's words, asking, "What are you trying to say?"

"It's simple, just cooperate!"

Lin Chang'an put down his wine glass and leaned forward slightly.

Ming looked Lin Chang'an up and down: "Cooperation?"

"I know Ming's goods are good, so he doesn't have to worry about selling them."

Lin Chang'an rubbed his fingertips together in his wine glass. "So you don't mind sharing a glass with me, do you?" he said, before downing the wine in one gulp.

Ming squinted. In his view, Lin Chang'an was already an insider, and he was considering this matter.

The other party just wanted to use his channels to get the lowest price and make money.

However, this kid is clearly an unstable factor, and there are too many uncertainties for Doflamingo.

"Get a share... no problem."

Ming took the whiskey and poured himself a glass: "But why should I believe you?"

Lin Chang'an laughed, a hint of madness in his eyes: "Didn't you guys investigate me thoroughly, even knowing where I live? Why are you suddenly worried?"

Ming was stunned for a moment, and felt even more that this kid was a fucking lunatic.

But the crazier they are, the less you can afford to offend them.

This is Ming's consistent style; he prioritizes safety and security above all else.

If they don't agree, this guy surnamed Lin already knows he has this connection, and who knows what kind of trouble he'll cause him.

This will only bring unnecessary trouble upon yourself.

They're all just trying to make money this way; it's best to be on good terms with them rather than making enemies.

After weighing the pros and cons repeatedly in his mind, Ming agreed.

Lin Chang'an raised his eyebrows, and a smile returned to his face.

Afterwards, Lin Chang'an pretended to chat with Ming about the price of the goods.

After discussing the price, Lin Chang'an picked up his wine glass, looked up at Ming Ge, and asked, "Now that the price is agreed upon, when can I expect to see the goods?"

Ming hesitated for two seconds: "Tomorrow."

"Can."

Lin Chang'an smiled and clinked glasses with Ming Ge, left his number, and without saying anything more, turned and walked out.

But as he reached the door, he caught sight of Xiao Bao and the others, stopped, and turned back to Ming Ge, saying:

"By the way, we beat up Doflamingo's men, won't Doflamingo hold a grudge?"

Ming's face darkened, and he didn't say anything, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Seeing this, Lin Chang'an smiled, but his tone suddenly turned ruthless:

"But I hold grudges very much. If Ming wants to cause trouble for the people around me, he'd better think carefully about the consequences."

After saying that, he didn't linger. He turned around, pushed open the door, and left, saying "See you tomorrow." His figure quickly disappeared outside the door.

As soon as Lin Chang'an left, the tense atmosphere in the bar relaxed considerably.

Xiao Bao and the others grimaced in pain, gasping for breath as they rubbed their injured arms, glaring venomously at the doorway.

If they weren't outmatched, they would have loved to rush up and kill Lin Chang'an.

Ming's face turned ashen, and he slammed his glass on the bar, spilling the drink all over the floor.

He roared at Xiao Bao and the others, "Get the hell out of here! Don't get in my way!"