Such fawning minor characters—he had never taken them seriously.
But the other party claimed they had something important belonging to him.
A bad feeling surged within him, and a thought flashed through his mind; he hurriedly asked, "Can you check if everyone in the Black Hawk Gang has an eagle tattoo on their chest?"
The person on the other end did not need to check to confidently answer, "When we clashed with them last time, we noticed they all had eagle tattoos on their chest. What’s the problem?"
Many gangs had tattoos, and to them, this was nothing worth paying special attention to.
So that’s how it was!
Rong Shaoze was filled with regret. Had it been too long since he had dealt with gang matters? Had he become so dull that he didn’t even suspect this?
When those assassins appeared suddenly, he should have connected it to the Black Hawk Gang.
But he arrogantly believed that the Black Hawk Gang, having suffered severe losses, had neither the capacity to send anyone against him nor the audacity to provoke him.
Thus, he had not linked the assassins with the Black Hawk Gang, which was miles away.
Foolishly, he assumed they were men sent by Rong Mingyan to kill him.
Damn it, if he had made the connection earlier, he would have taken precautions sooner, and Xinlan...
Rong Shaoze jerked with a start!
In his heart, he had already concluded that Lin Xinlan was in the hands of the Black Hawk Gang!
He was utterly certain of it, not merely suspicious!
If even he was so sure, then there was no doubt that Xinlan truly was in their hands.
His eyes turned cold as he immediately said, "Let him talk to me on the phone!"
"Yes!" The person on the other end connected him with the godfather of the Black Hawk Gang. A man’s voice came through, speaking fluent Chinese.
"Is this Sect Leader Rong Shaoze of the Yanhuang Secret Sect? Hello, I am Adam, the godfather of the Black Hawk Gang."
The man’s voice was unhurried, ice-cold without a trace of warmth, causing a chilling, suffocating sensation like being encircled by a snake.
Who was Rong Shaoze? Such minor intimidation meant nothing to him—he didn’t care for it at all.
"You said I have something important that belongs to you. Speak, what is it?"
Had he not been certain that Lin Xinlan was in their hands, he would not have bothered to speak to such a trivial character at all.
Adam smiled faintly and said slowly, "Rong Shaoze, you and I have always kept our waters separate. This arms deal too was a matter of the highest bidder winning. We made the highest bid and bought the goods, so they should belong to us, the Black Hawk Gang. What right do you have to steal our merchandise and kill so many of our brothers?!
Your actions are despicable and shameless! Since you’ve sunk to such despicable tactics, we’re forced to employ the same. So I sent people to kidnap your wife.
She is now in our hands; if you don’t want her dead, it would be best to do as I say. Otherwise, you should know, for people like us, there are a thousand ways to torture someone; each could make a person beg for death!"
She was indeed in their hands.
Rong Shaoze thought he would be furious, that he would want to kill someone.
But his heart was surprisingly calm, without a hint of irrational emotion.
His gaze darkened as he said coldly, "Let me talk to her on the phone; otherwise, how can I know she is truly with you?"
There was a pause on the other end; then he heard Lin Xinlan’s voice: "Hello, Rong Shaoze?"