"No, I don't think so. I just came to this city not long ago. I don't think we've met before," said Zhang Heng. Even though the person opposite him had appeared, he still pressed his palm on the tattooed man's head, not letting go.
"That's interesting. Since we haven't met before, and we don't have any grudges against each other, why did you do such a terrible thing, my friend?" The old man looked around and saw his men lying on the ground. After wiping his hands, he handed the handkerchief to the person behind him and took off his leather apron. "I haven't asked for your name yet."
"I'm just an insignificant nobody. My name is not important. I work for money. But you should know my employer. He has an appointment with someone here tonight. My job is to ensure that the transaction goes smoothly," said Zhang Heng.
"Oh, Mr. Jonathan, I like him. Is he in the car behind you? If he could get out earlier, I don't think such a regrettable tragedy would have happened."
"My employer hopes to see your sincerity when he gets out of the car."
"Don't take my good temper as a reason to take a yard after taking an inch, son. That's not how deals are made." The old man shook his head, "We haven't even seen the goods, and you have to take out the money first? That's not the way to do business."
"Mr. Jonathan is doing business with someone else. Under normal circumstances, the other party wouldn't welcome him with these goods," Zhang Heng patted the tattooed man's cheek with the back of the saber. This action made the atmosphere tense, and the people behind the old man reached into their arms. However, they were stopped by their boss.
"Interesting. I haven't seen someone as interesting as you for a long time."
"I often meet people like you." Since the tip of the knife kept swaying in front of the tattooed man's face, the latter was so scared that he peed his pants.
The old man frowned slightly at the cowardly behavior of his men. Without wasting any more time, he turned his head and said to the man behind him, "Take out the money."
Zhang Heng finally let go of his hand and inserted the knife back on the table.
A look of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes. He wasn't surprised when Zhang Heng killed four people in one go. Now that Zhang Heng took a step back, he felt like he couldn't see through the young man in front of him.
He coughed and said, "Alright, when are you going to stop embarrassing yourselves?"
Hearing this, the few people on the ground endured the pain and stood up again. They lowered their heads and limped towards the slaughterhouse.
"Wait," Zhang Heng said, pointing at the guy whose wrist he had stabbed earlier. "He has to go to the hospital."
"Such a small injury is nothing to me. I won't make a fuss like a woman. I'll be fine after a bit of bandaging," the latter said. His young face was filled with the pride of a fighter.
His tough manly declaration won the approval of many of his companions.
"I hope you won't regret what you said tonight when you can't even hold a fork properly." He had never been a busybody, and he wouldn't do it a third time. Everyone had to be responsible for their own choices, be it the chemistry teacher or the Albanian kid who was trying to prove that he was a man.
At this time, the old man's subordinate finally took out a brown paper bag.
Zhang Heng gestured for the chemistry teacher to come out of the car. The latter took two deep breaths and pushed the door open.
When he got out of the car, he tripped over the threshold, but he quickly steadied himself and walked over with the cardboard box in his arms.
"Jonathan, I thought you wouldn't be so cautious with the trust between us. You even hired this friend. Don't you believe in my promise to you?"
The chemistry teacher took the brown paper bag with an awkward expression on his face. He opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, but when he remembered Zhang Heng's instructions, he shut his mouth again.
"Count it," Zhang Heng said.
The chemistry teacher nodded and quickly counted the cash in the brown paper bag. After that, he wiped his sweat and said, "No problem."
"As I said," the old man raised his eyebrows, "Can we inspect the goods now?"
The chemistry teacher finally handed over the cardboard box that was like his lifeblood.
While his subordinate inspected the goods, the old man didn't stay idle. He looked at Zhang Heng with interest, but he didn't say anything.
That was until his subordinate came back and whispered something in his ear.
The chemistry teacher suddenly became nervous, "I've checked the things I made myself. The quality is very good. They definitely exceed the standard you set."
"Relax, relax. There's nothing wrong with those goods. I'm very satisfied with them," the old man said.
His words also made the chemistry teacher breathe a sigh of relief. Then, the old man changed the topic, "Next, it's time to talk about compensation."
"Compensation? What compensation?" The chemistry teacher's heart tightened again.
"Your man hurt my man. Don't tell me you want to just walk away like this." The old man smiled, "I'm a reasonable person, but the people above me aren't as easygoing as I am. You know, we are a complicated … big family. So, we must consider all aspects when we do things."
The chemistry teacher was at a loss when he heard that. He stood there with the paper bag in his hand. At some point, he even complained in his heart that Zhang Heng had hit him too hard. Otherwise, the two of them would have returned to the car safely.
Zhang Heng, on the other hand, was completely unmoved. He knew very well that if he didn't hit him hard earlier, the man would definitely not treat them as politely as he did now. He asked the old man in front of him, "What do you want?"
However, Zhang Heng did not expect that the man's target was not the chemistry teacher beside him, but him. "As compensation, how about you work for me for a month?"
"That's impossible," Zhang Heng refused without hesitation, "I'm not interested in getting involved in trouble."
"But you're already in trouble now."
"Who can cause trouble for me? You?" As soon as Zhang Heng's voice trailed off, several of the old man's men suddenly pulled out their guns from their waists. However, they did not expect someone to move faster than them.
Just before they aimed at Zhang Heng, a Beretta 92F was already pointed at the old man.
The sudden situation in front of him made the chemistry teacher's heart jump to his throat. He didn't expect that just a second ago, everyone would suddenly turn hostile.
"It's useless. As I said … we are a big family." Even though someone was pointing at his head, the old man still looked calm. He said slowly, "A big family means that everyone is expendable. If you kill me, someone will soon replace me. Not only will you die, but your companion in the car will also not be able to escape. Some of our stores are short of staff recently. I believe she can help us solve some of our problems in this regard."
"Really? Then what if I kill him?" "I killed the hen that laid the golden eggs for your family. I wonder what the rest of your family will think." Zhang Heng turned the gun to the chemistry teacher.
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