"Are you sure the cargo is here?"
At Xinghai Dock, the burly man, with his group behind him, looked at the empty surroundings and spoke into the phone.
"Of course, it will be there at eight o’clock sharp, ten more minutes. What’s the rush? Isn’t that Nine Pavilion not so urgent?" A pleasant voice came from the other side of the phone, speaking nonchalantly.
The burly man sneered, "You know it’s inconvenient for me to run into Nine Pavilion now. Have you intercepted their people?"
"Don’t worry," the woman said, "my people are always much more capable than yours."
"Got it." The burly man hung up the phone with a snap, spat on the ground, and muttered, "Damn woman, just relying on her family connections, Beijing Xu Family, huh."
At this moment, a boat started to approach the dock. The burly man’s eyes narrowed, and he immediately waved his hand, leading his men forward. Before the boat even docked, they pointed guns at the boatman and hijacked the boat.
Directing his men to unload all the cargo, the burly man pushed aside the people in front of him and opened a box. Inside, packages of pure white powder confronted him, leaving him momentarily stunned.
He suddenly stood up and looked around at his men, "What is this?! Why is it white powder! Wasn’t it supposed to be guns?!"
At that moment, before the burly man and his men could react, a group of police officers suddenly rushed out from the shadows, swiftly arresting them and starting to inspect the boxes of white powder.
"Report, it’s white powder." A policeman, holding a testing device, ran up to a man in plain clothes standing in a corner and reported.
The man nodded, "Check if there are any stragglers."
Watching the policeman leave, the man turned to look at the teenager hidden in the shadows beside him, frowning slightly, "You’re still dealing with white powder?"
A light chuckle sounded, and the teenager leaned against the wall, coldly watching the scene outside. The man opened his mouth, then sighed softly, "Stay away from this stuff, no good comes from it. If Fourth Brother finds out I didn’t stop you, he’ll definitely cripple me."
"Brother Wei Ming, since when did you become so naggy?" Bi Xia raised his eyes, his voice cold but slightly playful.
Wei Ming scratched his head helplessly, "I’m not naggy..."
Saying this, Wei Ming smiled, "I finally understand why the older brothers are sometimes so naggy."
"Oh? Why?" Bi Xia asked.
"It’s simple," Wei Ming patted Bi Xia’s head, "because when facing the youngest, they can’t help but take on the responsibility of being a big brother."
"Tch," Bi Xia touched his nose, "Fourth Brother too?"
"Him? Forget it," Wei Ming laughed, "he’d usually just kick you and tell you to reflect on it."
Bi Xia: ...
Thinking of Wei Ming’s description of Qin Zhan, Bi Xia couldn’t help but smile. Then he said to Wei Ming, "Don’t worry, our Nine Pavilion never touches this stuff. If you ever hear someone say Nine Pavilion is involved with this, just take them away, they aren’t one of us."
"So what about this white powder..."
Bi Xia shrugged and smiled wickedly, "It’s called framing. Using Tigerhead’s goods to get them imprisoned themselves. Clever, isn’t it?"
Wei Ming laughed out loud, "I get it now, they really can’t outplay you. By the way, what is your cargo anyway?"
Bi Xia raised an eyebrow at Wei Ming, "Brother Xiao Ba, a bit of mystery is necessary."
Hearing Bi Xia’s words, Wei Ming didn’t ask further. He gestured towards Bi Xia with his mouth, "Are you taking Tigerhead away?"
Bi Xia nodded, his eyes turning cold, "Yes, I have some questions for him."
Wei Ming waved his hand, and a policeman brought over Tigerhead’s phone, handing it to Wei Ming. Wei Ming passed the phone to Bi Xia, "I’ve already started an investigation on this number."
Bi Xia nodded, turned on the phone, and dialed the first call record. After a while, a woman’s pleasant voice came from the other end, "So, did you get the cargo? Next target is Nine Pavilion... "
Starry eyes turned cold, a chuckle rose, and the woman on the other end paused, her voice turning cold, "Who are you?!"
"Who am I?" The voice, cold and wicked, her red lips parted, speaking word by word, "Want to play a guessing game?"
"Let’s see... whether I destroy you, or you destroy me?"