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"Is there really no room for negotiation?" Zhao Mingkun closed his eyes, leaning against the car as he continued, "Three Fingers, do we really have to let it get this tense? Is it worth losing your life over? How about just losing an arm instead? You have to understand, if they come, death is certain. What do you think?"
Poplar, however, showed no respect for Zhao Mingkun. With one hand gripping a gun and the other extended with only three fingers visible, he looked at his hand and said, "The path we choose is our own. At this point, no one wanted it to come to this. I once told that kid that I can't misjudge people and won't choose the wrong path. Now I only have three fingers left; if I make another mistake, ha."
I realized then that Poplar had planned everything from the very beginning. He must have made arrangements long ago; otherwise, there was no way he could have contacted them so blindly in such a short time. One wrong move could lead to disaster. Sure enough, Three Fingers continued, "I've already contacted them long ago; I've been waiting for this moment."
"But," Three Fingers shook his mutilated fingers and said, "I can honestly say that last time it wasn't me who sought them out. Although there had been contact before, I was waiting for this moment to avoid exposure. It seems that among the four of us, someone has betrayed you. Ha! Have you ever thought about why so many people have turned against you?"
Zhao Mingkun opened his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, and replied, "Everything comes down to profit; the organization treats you well. Do you think you can easily leave the organization? Three Fingers, you know how they operate."
Three Fingers smiled and said, "Of course I know, but I also know where the organization's reach ends and where it cannot touch. With this money, I can find a place where the organization has no power over me. What can you do? By the time the organization realizes you're dead, I'll have already left."
As he spoke, the warehouse door was kicked open, and a team entered from outside—none other than another squad that had participated in the game with us. Among the five of them, only the one I had knocked out earlier was missing; he was likely dead. The other four were all present and certainly not as scheming as our team.
Seeing them enter, Three Fingers smiled and holstered his gun as he approached them. They exchanged greetings before Three Fingers said with a grin, "Everything has been arranged. But I bet you won't believe who Killer is—Killer is a corpse that's right behind the car. As long as you hand over this corpse to Union, we win the game."
The leader of the group responded with surprise, "Oh? What do you mean by that? Are you joking with us?"
The others drew their guns at us while Zhao Mingkun and I had no choice but to stand aside with the injured young man. At that moment, Three Fingers led the group's leader to see the corpse. The leader covered his nose and asked, "Are you saying this corpse is Killer?"
Three Fingers nodded and replied, "Although it's hard to believe, that kid's analysis was spot on; this is definitely Killer. Look here; I've found Killer for you. Shouldn't it be time for you to fulfill your end of the bargain? The higher-ups from Mafia Federation will be here soon; after that, I won't be able to leave. Don't worry; from now on in this world, you'll never encounter me again."
The leader nodded and waved his hand. One of his men closed the warehouse door while another retrieved a black bag from their vehicle filled with Euros—it looked like quite a sum. Seeing this, Three Fingers moved to grab the money but was stopped by the leader.
Three Fingers frowned and asked, "What's wrong brother? Why are you backing out at such a crucial moment?"
The leader shook his head and said, "It's not backing out; I just want to ask if this amount is sufficient?"
Three Fingers laughed and picked up the bag confidently saying, "No need to count it; I used to be a habitual thief—just weighing it in my hands tells me all I need to know." As he spoke, Three Fingers started walking towards the exit when suddenly an unexpected event occurred—a gunshot rang out.
The gun was fired by the leader, but the bullet struck Three Fingers' hand. The bag of money that Three Fingers was holding immediately fell to the ground. Although Three Fingers did not understand what was happening, he quickly drew his gun from his waist. However, his speed was clearly too slow, as a bullet had already hit his leg.
Three Fingers collapsed to the ground, Euro scattering everywhere. Struggling, he turned his head towards the leader and said, "What do you mean by this?" At that moment, a team member approached Three Fingers and confiscated both his gun and Zhao Mingkun's.
Then, casually tossing one gun each to me and Zhao Mingkun, Zhao Mingkun caught his while I stayed far back, letting my gun fall to the ground. The leader glanced at me but said nothing more, only furrowing his brow. He said, "Mink, the rest is up to you."
Zhao Mingkun nodded and smiled.
No one had expected things to develop this way. Originally a teammate of Three Fingers, they had now turned against him. Three Fingers could hardly believe how things had escalated; he shouted, "Damn it! You’ve been plotting against me from the start! Was I just cannon fodder all along?"
At that moment, Three Fingers was exhausted and bleeding profusely. He shouted while propping himself up with his arms, trying to sit up. To be honest, the speed at which events unfolded was too fast for anyone to react—let alone him.
Zhao Mingkun carefully checked his gun and then cheerfully walked over to Three Fingers. Looking at him with feigned sympathy, Zhao Mingkun said, "Three Fingers, you've been with me for quite some time now. Don’t you know what kind of person I am? Since you see through me so well, why are you still in such a mess?"
Three Fingers looked like a soulless corpse as his face drained of color. He asked, "You knew everything from the beginning?"
Zhao Mingkun pressed the gun against Three Fingers' chin and replied innocently, "Of course I didn’t know everything. In fact, you disguised yourself very well. Especially after our conflict, you portrayed your hurt and grievances so vividly that I couldn’t help but trust you more. The more you acted like that, the less I suspected you. So you were deliberately acting contrary to your true self; that was a clever move."
At this point, Zhao Mingkun had already chambered a bullet: "But you know what kind of person I am—I’ve never trusted anyone from the start. I know anyone could betray me; however, if I reach out to someone before they betray me, then no one can sell me out!"
Zhao Mingkun's actions were surprising; yet upon reflection, they were indeed in line with his character. His scheming was too deep; he had effectively blocked off that route while Three Fingers naively believed he had chosen an excellent path. As he continued down it, he would soon realize that Zhao Mingkun had already dug a trap waiting for him.
Hearing Zhao Mingkun's words, Three Fingers' face turned ashen as he finally understood that there was only one outcome when competing wits with Zhao Mingkun. Zhao Mingkun's status was higher than his own; naturally, he held more sway in decisions. If given a choice, others would prefer to side with Zhao Mingkun. While Zhao Mingkun needed to rely on the Mafia, it didn’t necessarily mean he had to depend on the old man's faction!
Perhaps from the very beginning, Zhao Mingkun had devised this plan—playing nice with the old man while simultaneously forming an alliance with another faction of the Mafia. This way, he ensured that those involved in the game wouldn’t die and even did a favor by delivering this "box" to them.
However, if they lost the game, those of us participating would have to die; what Zhao Mingkun needed to do now was find a few scapegoats—and Three Fingers in front of him was likely one of them. Calculations upon calculations! In truth, whether I found Killer or not didn’t matter at all! I was merely a decoy!
Three Fingers was no fool; he quickly grasped the situation. "You want to make me the scapegoat for this game? Don't do this!" he cried, tears streaming down his face. "Queen, Queen, after all these years I've followed you, can you spare my life, just this once? Please!"
Zhao Mingkun sighed and shook his head. "Three Fingers, the one thing I can't stand in my life is betrayal. And I already gave you a chance; you just didn't appreciate it. Do you remember the question I asked you earlier?" With that, Zhao Mingkun lifted Three Fingers' chin with the muzzle of his gun.
Three Fingers trembled as he asked, "What... what question?"
"It seems you've truly forgotten," Zhao Mingkun said helplessly. "I asked you that when they come, you're going to die. I said that considering our relationship, I wouldn't take your life but would settle for an arm instead. But you didn't agree; you said the path was yours to choose. Look at this—I clearly gave you a chance to live, just an arm in exchange, but you insisted on throwing away your life!"
Hearing this, Three Fingers raised his mangled fingers and pointed three of them at Zhao Mingkun. "You... you're too ruthless! You knew all along..."
"In your words, the path is yours to choose. Once you're down there, don't blame me!" With that, Zhao Mingkun shot without hesitation; the bullet went straight through Three Fingers' chin and into his brain, blood splattering everywhere in a gruesome sight.
At that moment, a member of the Mafia spoke up. "Mink, this one is dead too; he's bled out."
Zhao Mingkun looked at the young man and sighed. "Life is life. Well then, let these two corpses serve as our explanation to the Union. This time, we can consider it a complete victory."
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