Shanghai, night, ten thirty, Tyler Nash’s VIP hospital room once again received a visitor. This man wore a flat cap and a dark grey jacket, appearing to be about thirty-five or thirty-six years old with slightly dark skin as if he often engaged in outdoor sports.
He also carried a leather shoulder bag and donned a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
"What I need isn’t just to kill him—the first thing is to get to know his entire family’s situation. If he has parents, find someone to gang-rape his mother and record it all. His bastard father’s manhood should be cut off, too, also with full recording. If he has sisters or brothers, do the same to them."
"After all that, send him the recordings burned onto a CD and then proceed to the next step—make him experience death. I’m not good at that, but you should be able to make him feel fear, right?"
"Third, I want his end to be even more miserable. Before I kill him, cut off all his fingers, castrate him, break his limbs, extract his tendons. If you can skin him alive, then peel off his skin too."
"In short, you must make him die in agony, agony, and more agony, of course, recording it all."
"For your services, the minimum guarantee is fifty million. If your method of killing is unique and induces more fear in him, making me particularly happy, I might add more, up to a maximum of one hundred million."
"I understand. What you mean is that you don’t need to kill his entire family, just let them be innocently dragged into disaster because of him, a disaster that he can see happening but is powerless to stop, can only watch it unfold, and his ultimate fate is... a tragic death!" the man in the flat cap said solemnly.
"OK, that’s the plan," Tyler Nash finally smiled.
The flat cap smiled as well, saying, "Otis, it’s a pleasure doing business with you again. I will take care of it as soon as possible, and with every step I take, I’ll send the video files to your email."
Tyler Nash nodded, "Mmh, the initial funds will be in place by nine o’clock tomorrow morning; a deposit of five million in advance."
"Alright, then I’ll be on my way," said the man in the flat cap who obviously knew Tyler well and had worked with him more than once.
Tyler Nash nodded slightly, then closed his eyes.
As the flat cap turned and left, he soon disappeared into the vast night.
Meanwhile, in the same city of Shanghai, in the entertainment center known as Dragon Spa, the fifth boss of Shanghai beach was hosting the recently returned Jingcheng Big Brother from abroad.
Both were figures in the underworld with some business dealings, so they were quite familiar with each other.
After a meal and a bath, the two moved to the massage room where two scantily clad beauties with long legs and short skirts massaged their backs.
"That’s the situation. I found out through indirect sources. The Nash family has really kept a tight lid on this one," the fifth boss said, enjoying the woman’s massage as he spoke with Lucy Clayton.
"Well, can you blame them? His manhood’s been shattered; Tyler of the Nash family is essentially ruined," Lucy remarked, then added with confusion, "But this is deep-seated hatred, how could the Nash family let that person off?"
The Boss sighed, "Indeed, no one knows exactly what happened. Anyway, from the time that person surrendered to when he got out, it was less than two hours. He’s like a dragon crossing the river, even the Nash family are wary of him."
"If that’s the case, we really need to think this through," the Big Brother sighed. "You know Old Wu, right? He had solid backing but was still inexplicably crippled by that guy. He’s no ordinary man."
"Old Wu got crippled too?" the fifth boss exclaimed in surprise.
The Big Brother nodded, "Two peanuts, both shot into the shoulder—a ruthless one he is!"
The Boss took a deep breath, "Even Old Wu has fallen. Put this matter aside for now. These days, a loss can be a blessing."
The Big Brother considered for a moment and said, "Mmm, he asked for a million, and I had it sent over. I won’t make a move against him until we have a clear picture of his background. Plus, I suspect the Nash family won’t just let it rest, so I’ll lay low and watch the fireworks from the shadows for now."
A glint flashed in the Boss’s eyes, "That’s good. Once we figure out his background and if he’s not too big to handle, I also have scores to settle with him."
"Hey Uncle Five, any exciting new items surfaced recently?" After chatting about Yusuf Zuck, Brother Dao suddenly brought up antiques. Uncle Five was an antique connoisseur with an exceptional reputation in the collecting world. Of course, collecting was just his hobby. On the surface, he was an antique dealer or collector, but in reality, his business empire was vast, spreading across half the Shanghai beach.
For example, several sand sites and brick factories around the Shanghai beach were his properties, and dealing in sand was a gray industry in those days. To be able to scoop sand and contract a section of a big river for sand dredging required Dante Stewart’s means and connections. You see, sand dredging was highly profitable — apart from the fixed costs of sand barges, fuel, and workers’ wages, the rest was all profit.
The brick factories were no different. Many real estate developers built on credit when constructing buildings, which meant many big developers in Shanghai beach owed Uncle Five money.
Moreover, Uncle Five also had his hands in industry, like cement factories and aluminum plastic processing, all related to real estate. Although he wasn’t a real estate developer himself, he made even more money than the developers did.
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"Next month, on the first day, there’s an appraisal meeting in the Capital, and some Ming Dynasty artifacts are expected to surface — all good stuff. You should come too, it’s not far off!"
Brother Dao nodded incessantly, "Sure thing, give me a call when it’s time."
"Thump thump thump~" Just then, the door to the massage room was suddenly knocked on, and the two girls who had been silently giving Brother Dao and Uncle Five a back massage stopped in their tracks.
"Come in," said Uncle Five indifferently.
"Creak~" The door opened, and a bald man in a bathrobe walked in. "Sorry to disturb you, Uncle Five. Brother Dao, you have a phone call." He held Lucy Clayton’s cellphone in his hand.
"Who is it, don’t they know I’m talking with Uncle Five?" Lucy Clayton frowned.
The bald man whispered, "It’s Bud Two, says it’s urgent."
"Bud Trujillo?" Lucy Clayton was startled for a moment. Bud Trujillo, known in the circle as Bud Two, was familiar to her, but they were certainly not friends — at most, they exchanged polite greetings when they saw each other.
But with Bud Two’s strong background, Lucy Clayton didn’t dare offend him carelessly.
Brother Dao reached out and brought the phone to his ear, chuckling, "What brings you to call today, Little Trujillo?"
"You jest, Brother Dao. I’m inquiring about someone," replied Bud Trujillo politely. "I heard that Otis Quinn, one of your guys, got beaten up a few days ago by a security guard, right?"
"Yeah, what’s it to you?" Lucy Clayton responded blandly.
"Was that guy named Yusuf Zuck? I’m just confirming with you," Bud Trujillo asked.
"His name is Yusuf Zuck, what about it?" Lucy Clayton asked, puzzled.
Upon getting Lucy Clayton’s confirmation, Bud Trujillo immediately rejoiced, "Where does he live? Where is he working as a security guard? Tell me, and I’ll treat you to a meal some day."
"First, tell me what’s going on," Lucy Clayton demanded with a frown.
"A guy named Yusuf Zuck beat me up, and I’ve had many people searching for him to no avail. Just moments ago, I heard that the guy who beat up Otis Quinn was also called Yusuf Zuck. So, I wanted to confirm if it’s the same person. If it is, I’ll have a good time with him. Tell me where he works as a security guard, and I’ll owe you a favor," admitted Bud Trujillo candidly, not hiding anything since the incident of him being beaten had already spread.
"He’s at the Ferreni Company, that’s the Ferreni Five-star Hotel," Lucy Clayton didn’t hesitate to tell Bud Trujillo of Yusuf’s whereabouts. She wanted to sit back and watch the battle unfold, eager to see if Bud Trujillo could handle Yusuf Zuck. For her, having Bud Trujillo take the initiative was beneficial.
She might even provide more information on Yusuf Zuck to Bud Trujillo should it become necessary.
"Got it, I’ll treat you to a meal later," said Bud Trujillo politely, then hung up the phone.
"There’s going to be a good show!" Both Uncle Five and Lucy Clayton exchanged glances, their faces revealing excitement.