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Hearing our words, Han Youliang finally lifted his head to glance at us, but he didn’t look us in the eye. Instead, he cast a sidelong glance at me and Yan Junde. One hand was stroking the Mahjong tiles while his eyes remained fixed on the tiles in front of him. After a moment, he said, “I haven’t seen you two kids before. So, what brings you to find your brother Han? I’ve been in this world for so many years; you must have heard my name and know my rules—anything below a hundred thousand isn’t worth pursuing.”
As he spoke, Han Youliang didn’t even look at the tiles; he simply stated, “Thirty thousand.” He then placed the tiles down, and indeed it was thirty thousand. As expected from an old gambler, Han Youliang could tell what the tiles were just by feeling them with his hands. After that, he still didn’t look at us but continued to focus on the tiles in front of him.
“We certainly know about your reputation, Brother Han,” I said as I glanced around at the people nearby before continuing, “However, we’re not here to collect debts from you. We’re here to collect lives. Over the years, we’ve made a name for ourselves too; I wonder if you’re aware of that.”
Upon hearing this, everyone at the table looked up at us with expressions full of amusement. One bodyguard said, “What kind of people are you two to speak to Brother Han like that?” As he spoke, the two of them started to approach us, clearly intending to teach me and Dezi a lesson.
At that moment, however, Han Youliang waved his hand to stop them. He picked up a tile and began to stroke it with his fingers while addressing us, “Your names? It seems you two kids haven’t really listened closely to my reputation. Are you here for my life or for yours?”
With that, Han Youliang slammed the Mahjong tile down on the table with force and pushed the tiles in front of him aside before declaring, “I win! A complete dragon!”
The sound of Han Youliang slapping down that Mahjong tile was so loud that everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the table. All eyes were on him as they waited for him to speak. Yet Han Youliang remained silent; he merely raised an eyebrow, signaling me to respond to his earlier question.
I shrugged and replied, “It’s not your life we want; it’s not even mine. We want Qiang’s life. Han Youliang, you killed him—I know that. Shouldn’t we settle this score? To be honest, you’re quite ruthless; how well did those Iron Skewers work for you?”
As soon as I finished speaking, I noticed that Han Youliang’s expression shifted slightly to one of seriousness before returning to normal. However, the two bodyguards beside him clearly lacked such composure; their expressions turned awkward as if they had been frozen in place or had just swallowed a fly. From their reactions, it was evident that they knew about Qiang’s death; even if Han Youliang wasn’t the killer himself, he was definitely involved.
Han Youliang picked up a Mahjong tile and slowly addressed us both: “Let’s be clear—who do you belong to? How do you know about this? Who told you about Qiang? What is your relationship with him? If you don’t clarify this, you won’t be leaving here. Do you believe that?”
“Ha!” I chuckled and said to Han Youliang, “To be honest, we don’t belong to anyone; we belong to ourselves. Here’s the deal: as long as you come with us quietly, nothing will happen to you tomorrow. After all, we’re after money; it’s best not to ruin our relationship over this. That night when things went down, my brothers and I happened to see everything outside. Although we didn’t record the actual murder scene, we clearly recorded how you entered and exited the Container. If I hadn’t seen it on the news later, I wouldn’t have known what you did—I would have thought you were just some petty criminals.”
There were too many people here; if a fight broke out, we would definitely be at a disadvantage. It was better for me to trick Han Youliang into coming with us. If he complied willingly, it would be a win-win situation for everyone involved. It would also confirm that Han Youliang was indeed a killer; during interrogation later on, we would have the upper hand. For now, I could only hope that Han Youliang hadn’t seen any news reports and didn’t realize that this case hadn’t even been broadcasted.
Seeing Han Youliang hesitate, I continued: “If you want your life back, come with us. If anything happens to us, the police will receive this footage by tomorrow morning. At that point, besides yourself, those two young men behind you might also find themselves in trouble—after all, you all acted together.”
As soon as I finished speaking, the two bodyguards became flustered, their urgency evident as sweat dripped from their foreheads. There was no need to ask; it seemed my guess was correct. The culprits behind this incident were Han Youliang and these two young men, perhaps with others involved, but these three were definitely among them.
However, I still underestimated Han Youliang's ruthlessness. He suddenly threw a set of Mahjong tiles at me. I quickly sidestepped, and the tiles flew out rapidly. Han Youliang shouted, "Brothers, go! Capture those two! Don't worry, I won't kill you; I just want to torture you. Once you've experienced my methods, you'll obediently hand over that video."
"Go!" Han Youliang yelled.
It appeared that such threats had no effect on him; he was determined to fight. Realizing this, I immediately pressed the recording device in my pocket and said, "Han Youliang, since you killed Qiang, are you really going to kill us too?"
Han Youliang snorted coldly and replied, "If I dared to kill Qiang, I wouldn't fear killing you two. I advise you to reveal the whereabouts of the video sooner rather than later. You've seen the news; wasn't Qiang's death gruesome? Do you want to meet the same fate as him? What are you waiting for? Go!"
As he spoke, everyone at the Mahjong table stood up and began to converge toward us. Yan Junde had already reached for his waist, seemingly intending to draw his gun. I quickly shot him a glance, signaling him not to pull it out. There were too many people here, mostly thugs; whether it would intimidate them was one thing, but in such a confined space, firing a gun could injure countless bystanders.
Yan Junde nodded and jumped onto the Mahjong table. I threw a chair into the air, and seeing this, Yan Junde kicked it with force. The chair flew out instantly with a loud crash as it shattered a window completely, glass shards scattering everywhere. The noise was significant; Mary and Juan Juan outside must have heard our signal.
But during this process, people had already surrounded us. I reached out, and Yan Junde pulled me onto the Mahjong table as well. Then he swept his leg sideways, kicking several people in the head as if they were watermelons; they fell to the ground like dominoes.
Seeing this, I tried to imitate Yan Junde's move to kick at some of them. However, these individuals were prepared; after I kicked a few of them, two grabbed my calves and pulled down hard. My body went into an awkward split position as if my pants might tear.
They continued pulling me downwards; it looked like I was about to fall off the Mahjong table. If that happened, I'd be surrounded and beaten—either half-dead or severely injured. Just as I was about to tumble off, Dezi leaped into action from the Mahjong table and kicked away the two who were holding my legs.
However, Dezi landed on the ground amidst several people rushing toward him. He blocked with his left hand and pushed with his right; as the saying goes, two fists can't compete with four hands—especially when surrounded by a crowd where techniques often fell short. Without space to maneuver, he couldn't unleash his full potential.
Although Dezi wasn't losing ground yet, it seemed he couldn't hold out much longer. If we couldn't escape from the Mahjong parlor soon, the consequences could be dire. These twenty-something young men could easily strike without restraint; it was entirely possible for them to beat down an experienced fighter in a chaotic brawl.
Thinking of this, I didn't have time to consider further and jumped directly down from the Mahjong table. I leaped into the air, but I was coming down sideways. From Dezi's perspective, it looked like a shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, falling from the sky.
I used my weight to crash down on the few people in front of me. At that moment, Dezi was finally able to free his hands to deal with others. Although my fall took out five enemies, I was left feeling sore all over. As I struggled to get back on my feet, I suddenly felt a blow to my head from someone, causing me to stagger. To my surprise, I found myself not far from the exit.
However, this meant that Dezi and I were now separated, forming two encircled groups. It was just as they say; that day there were ten people attacking my buddy, and I went in and took out five of them. Five were fighting him, and five were fighting me. But Dezi was an Armed Police Instructor; taking on ten alone was possible for him, but my strength wasn't nearly as formidable.
In the chaos, I lost count of how many times I had been hit. Although I had learned some combat skills in college, physical endurance had never been my strong suit, and my fighting abilities were quite weak. Handling two or three ordinary people was fine for me, but anything more than that would just lead me to cover my head and flee.
I felt like a punching bag being relentlessly beaten. If this continued, I'd end up walking in and lying down on the way out. The exit was not far now; I had to charge out through the door or face a terrible fate. Dezi knew about my poor fighting skills; through the crowd, I could see him slowly moving toward me, trying to come to my rescue.
Feeling moved by this thought, I became determined to break through; otherwise, I'd just be a burden here. Gritting my teeth and stomping my foot, I threw caution to the wind and started charging outward. Along the way, I couldn't tell how many punches and kicks I took, but the door was right in front of me.
The door was a push-pull type; at that moment, I couldn't care less about pushing or pulling—I simply slammed my shoulder against it and burst through. I fell heavily onto the ground, feeling as if my whole body might fall apart. Juan Juan and Mary saw this scene from the car and couldn't help but rush out.
"Don't come over!" I gestured sharply.
An Unsolved Mystery: A mysterious 21st-century Airborne Troops unit appeared in North America, rescuing an Indian Red-Haired Beauty while enjoying the company of a Blue-Eyed Busty Blonde, dominating Wall Street and amassing wealth across America—initiating a Han Ethnic Colonial Global Model.
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