LBOT-19

The van carrying the workers stopped just before going on the road, and Zhan rolled out to the side through the gap.

He quickly hid in the grass and waited for the car to leave. And he got up when he was completely alone.

After wiping off the grass and twigs from his clothes, he looked back. Wang Yibo’s house was so far away that he couldn’t even see it anymore.

He covered his face with the hat and mask he had in his pocket after turning his shoulders to loosen his body.

As he walked away from the main road, he noticed a taxi he had hired in front of the convenience store.

He got in the back seat and the taxi driver turns around.

“Are you the one who called?”

“Yes. Please go here.”

The driver drove the car after confirming the address.

After about an hour, the car arrived at a car center in a rural village in HN.

Zhan walked to the car center after paying the driver.

An employee who was conversing with a customer abruptly blocked Zhan from approaching.

The man probably thought Zhan with his entire face covered appeared suspicious.

“What did you come here for?”

“I came to see the boss. If you say Joon sent me, he will know.”

The employee told him to wait a moment and then went inside. Soon after, a big man appeared from within.

A man who immediately recognized Zhan approached him and hugged him tightly.

“It’s been so long. Right?”

Zhan tapped his arm, which wrapped around his neck. He was struggling to breathe.

The boss let him go and motioned for the employee next to him to leave as well.

When it was just the two of them left, Zhan took off his hat and mask.

Kim Yaan was Kim Joon’s cousin, and now owns a car center but used to be a smuggler. Zhan last saw him when he was 18, and it was a 7-year reunion.

“How have you been?”

“I’m always the same. You haven’t changed at all. You haven’t changed a bit. But what’s the matter? There’s still a long way to go before the appointment.”

“I’m here to get it in advance. No, I have to say that I am only borrowing today.”

Kim Yaan’s face grew slightly serious.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s not that. There’s something else I have to deal with.”

Kim Yaan simply nodded. He knew Zhan wouldn’t tell him even if he asked further.

He led Zhan to the office’s back door. It was a warehouse where tools and other items were stored. When the boxes stacked to a person’s height were removed, an iron gate appeared.

He opened a lock the size of his fist and went inside. There was also all kinds of junk. Kim Yaan bowed and picked up the yellow rug on the floor. Instead of a cement floor, there was a wooden lid under the rug.

There were several black boxes when he opened the lid. When he took it out and put it on the floor, it made a pretty heavy sound.

He closed the lid after taking out three boxes in total. He pushed the first box towards Zhan.

“Check it.”

There were two automatic pistols with 17 bullets each. The next box was filled with bullets, grenades, smoke grenades, and dynamite, and the last box was filled with a sniper rifle…

“What do you think? Is it enough?”

“More than enough.”

Zhan touched the surface of the sniper rifle with his fingertips. This was the weapon that will be used to kill Wang Yibo.

Usually, snipers target the limbs, heart, and head, but unlike the thigh artery or heart, the head stops breathing without realizing that he was dying.

The client wanted the heart.

Wang Yibo, who was shot, will be out of breath for about a minute. What will he look like as he approached death? Will he be able to laugh and joke as casually as he did before?

Unfortunately, Zhan did not expect to see it there.

Zhan went inside, changed his clothes, grabbed a dagger and a pistol, and fastened a belt around his waist.

He also stuffed the bag with grenades and smoke grenades. Kim Yaan takes Zhan to the side of the warehouse after getting ready.

As the black plastic was removed, a motorcycle appeared. It was a new model, and the license plate was also forged, so there was no risk of being caught.

Zhan pulled the motorcycle outside.

Kim Yaan approached him as soon as he put on the helmet and started the engine.

“Be careful.”

Zhan nodded.

When he turned the handle, the engine made a grunting sound. He was thrilled to ride it again after such a long time.

The tracker attached to one side was GPS-enabled. The red dot was making its way down the road.

“I will be back.”

He waved to Kim Yaan and entered the road. He swerved between cars to get out of the way of traffic on a busy road.

Buildings and cars vanished in the blink of an eye as the speed increased. His heart rate increased as he felt a sense of speed he hadn’t felt in a long time.

The distance from the red dot decreased gradually.

As he approached the area, he came to a halt at a traffic signal in front of a distant intersection and discovered a waiting car.

The white sports car appeared to be quite familiar. The car started first after the signal changed, and Zhan followed closely behind.

If he looked closely, he could see that it was Wen Chao’s car with the tracker he had previously attached.

As it gets closer to the driver’s side, the window rolled down. A face appeared and screamed for him to go away.

It was not Wen Chao. The rough man shouted angrily.

Zhan simply speed out and blocked the front car, as if it were about to collide.

The stunning sports car slipped and left skid marks.

Zhan turned around and waved his middle finger. The enraged sports car roared and began chasing him.

The white sports car roared and speeded up. The motorcycle in front of it teased him as if he couldn’t be caught.

The road became narrower after a long period of driving. The motorcycle makes a sharp left turn and enters a gravel road.

The sports cars followed closely behind. A dust storm blew in, splattering pebbles everywhere.

The motorcycle had been running for a long time when it came to a halt while turning. It was blocked off because of construction.

The sports car also stopped, and a tough-looking man jumped out of the driver’s seat. He sneered at the lost motorcycle.

“Hey, you bastard! You lost today!”

The man pulled out a dagger from his bosom. The dagger gleamed in the light as he peeled off the newspaper that had been wrapped around it.

The car was clearly Wen Chao’s, but he was nowhere to be found. Soon after, someone else got out of the passenger seat, and Zhan kept a close eye on him.

He had yellow hair, pierced lips and brows, and a goblin tattoo in the same place as Wen Chao. They didn’t look alike, but they were almost certainly blood relatives or very close.

The enraged man swung his dagger and motioned for Zhan to come to him.

“Come on. I’m going to take your intestines out of your belly.”

Zhan took off his helmet in response to the giggling and smiling man. The black mask that covered his face until the bridge of his nose made it impossible to identify him.

“Come on, you bastard!”

The man’s expression became increasingly distorted.

Zhan strode closer to him. As if it didn’t look like he was begging for forgiveness, the man rushes in with his dagger.

Zhan took out a pistol with a silencer from within his arms and, in the blink of an eye, shoved a shot into the man’s thigh.

The man screamed and rolled on the dirt floor, clutching his legs.

“Fuck!”

The yellow-haired man, who was leaning against the car and smoking a cigarette, hurriedly reached for his waist, but Zhan was one step ahead. He was shot in the shin as well and fell forward.

Zhan moved in closer and placed the gun against the yellow hair’s head. He then drew the gun from his waist, separated the ammunition with one hand, and tossed it to the ground.

“Where are the kids that were picked up from the police station yesterday?”

The yellow-haired man raised his head and sneered.

“Fuck. You are that bastard. Do you think I’ll tell you?”

Zhan stretched out his arms to the side and aimed at the other man’s body as soon as he finished speaking.

Bullets were fired without warning, and the large head exploded and fell backward. Blood and brain tissue poured from the shattered skull, staining the ground red.

Blood drained from the yellow-haired man’s face, which had been viciously smiling just a while ago.

“Hey, don’t do this. I don’t know who you are, but you’re making a big mistake now.”

“Where are they?”

“Do you know who my father is? If you want something, you have to negotiate. Such an ignorant way,”

Zhan pulled out a dagger and thrust it over the yellow-haired man’s shoulder.

Aargh!

A tearful scream rang out across the still rural village. The knife tip that pierced the skin slashed through the muscles and smashed into the bones.

The yellow-haired man’s eyeballs turned white and he gritted his teeth as Zhan twisted the dagger.

Zhan stopped moving and looked down at the man with an indifferent face.

“This is my way of negotiating. I’ll ask again. Where are they?”

“Argh… Ugh…”

“You don’t want to talk?”

The man nodded his head with red eyes.

“Ware… warehouse…”

“The location.”

“If, if you let me live… I’ll…tell you.”

Zhan twisted the dagger again, the yellow-haired man shuddered in pain and groaned.

“I will tell you! It’s a warehouse in SN! Argh! Fuck! It hurt! I told you! Stop it! Fuck! Stop it!”

Zhan held out his hand. He motioned for the yellow-haired man to hand over his phone.

The man took out his phone from his pocket. After unlocking the lock, Wen Chao was visible in the contact list.

There were also messages exchanged. As expected, he was Wen Chao’s younger brother.

[Gege, what is the address of the warehouse in SN where the children are being held?]

Zhan moved his gaze to the yellow-haired man. He bled from his legs and shoulders, his face became paler, and his breathing became more strained.

Ding. The response came quickly.

[You dumbass. Are you already suffering from dementia? Why is it SN? It’s JK.]

One corner of Zhan’s lips rose. The yellow-haired man’s eyes were slowly engulfed in fear.

“Your brother said it was not there?”

The yellow-haired man hurriedly made excuses with a contemplative face.

“I, I was wrong. It’s JK! JK-road! I remember now. 352-12 JK-road!”

Zhan immediately dialed Wen Chao’s number and pressed the speakerphone.

After some time, an angry voice could be heard. It was Wen Chao.

Zhan held the phone up to the yellow-haired man’s mouth. He wanted to be sure.

[Ah, you bastard. What is it again!]

The yellow-haired man looked at the gun aimed at his forehead and opened his lips.

“Gege… The place… Where the kids are gathered… 352-12, JK-road, right?”

Haa. Wen Chao’s irritated sigh could be heard clearly through the speaker. But it wasn’t just the sound. There was also the sound of flesh clinging and a suppressed man’s groan.

Xiao Zhan could only guess what Wen Chao was doing when he answered the phone.

The yellow-haired man looked nervous because Wen Chao was going to make an absurd sound.

[Crazy. Did you only go there once or twice? Fuck, you bastard have different ways to annoy people.]

“So-sorry… I forgot…”

[Hang up, you punk! Because I’m busy.]

The phone abruptly hung up, and the yellow-haired man sighed in relief and looked up at Zhan.

“Satisfied? You’ll save me right now.”

Xiao Zhan put the yellow-haired man’s phone in his pocket and pulled the trigger.

BANG!! the yellow-haired man’s head exploded, causing him to fall backward, and blood and flesh splashed on Zhan’s face.

Zhan walked past the dead man to the car. He looked through the car window, rubbed the blood on his face, then took a bomb from his bag and attached it to the underside of the car.

As he started the motorcycle and go back the way he came, he heard a loud noise in the distance. He could smell blood from the tip of his nose.

===

Yibo stepped out of the car and took a deep breath.

There was clearly nothing nearby, so the air was clean. It was also a wise decision to build a home here.

As he approached the gate, he noticed two employees coming out of the back of the house with ladders.

They put down the ladder and politely greeted Yibo.

“You are here, Director.”

“What’s going on, in the middle of the night?”

“I think the construction worker touched the CCTV while going back and forth for swimming pool construction. The direction was wrong, so I put it back in its original position.”

A construction vehicle collided with a utility pole during the day, resulting in a brief power outage.

He had previously attempted to install an emergency generator but had given up, but he felt it necessary to do so now.

After sending them back, Yibo went to the swimming pool where the construction was completed and gave a satisfied expression.

The size and depth were ideal. There were two sunbeds near the pool.

He went over there and lay down with his legs stretched out. It was noticeably better today.

“Good night.” He muttered to himself. He wanted to fill up with water and relax here.

On his way home, he received information that the president and staff of the errand center had discovered dead bodies in the reservoir.

It was clear who did it.

He was irritated because he was a step late. Hu Ting was probably laughing and enjoying it by this point.

That damn witch. She had plenty of reasons to be happy going to his office during the day.

He made an expression and directed his attention to the second floor. In Mo Xuanyu’s bedroom, the lights were turned off. He had already fallen asleep.

Yibo was so preoccupied with work that he hadn’t seen Mo Xuanyu’s face in two days, and he wondered what he was up to.

He remembered how his eyes were wet with excitement as he lay beneath him, struggling with shame.

Yibo stood up and entered the house.

The first person he met was the housekeeper.

“You’re here, Director.”

“I’m back. Nothing happened today, right?”

“Except for a brief power outage during the day, there was nothing. Oh, and master Xuanyu appears to be ill. He went up early in the evening to take medicine and sleep, but he hasn’t come down yet.”

Yibo’s face became stern. That’s why all the lights were turned off.

He was about to move up to the second floor when the housekeeper called him.

“He wanted to rest today, so he asked me to inform Director.”

That means Yibo should also not come.

After a brief moment of thought, Yibo went upstairs, pretending not to hear what the housekeeper said.

The living room light turned on when he opened the door.

The room was quiet even when he went to the front of the bedroom door. He knocked and waited, but there was no response.

“Xuanyu.”

There was no answer when he called his name.

He knocked again. It was still very quiet. He turned the handle and the door was locked.

Yibo’s brow furrowed gradually. Should he try to force it open?