Chapter 188: Chapter 181: Leng Qing Takes Action, Avenging Qiao Jing
Just as Qian Haisheng finished speaking, a familiar voice emerged from above their heads.
“Indeed, the head of the Qian family! Such deeply calculated analytical skills are truly impressive!”
Upon hearing these words, both Qian Haisheng and Qian Yuang shivered in unison, their heads snapping upwards. Wen Binbin was squatting on top of the wall, looking down at them.
“Hi, we meet again.” After greeting the two again, Wen Binbin leaped down from the two-meter-high wall and landed firmly on the ground, his layers of fat not hindering his movement at all.
It was just a bit too much opulence for someone so corpulent.
Frightened, Qian Haisheng and his son stepped back repeatedly, “What, what do you want to do?”
“Isn’t this asking the obvious? Didn’t you just analyze it yourself? I’m here to kill you and your son, otherwise why would I come all the way from the Capital for no reason if not to entertain you?” Wen Binbin said as he drew his knife.
“Let’s talk this through! I have money, I can give you a lot of money! As long as you don’t kill me, you can have as much as you want!” Qian Haisheng hastily said.
Wen Binbin looked puzzled, “Didn’t the Zhan family and Xu family divide up your properties? Where would you still have money?”
“We do! We still have properties in M country that the Zhan family and Xu family know nothing about. If you let us go, we’ll give you half of those properties.”
Wen Binbin narrowed his eyes.
“What if I give you all of it? Just let me go, and I’ll agree to anything.” Qian Haisheng ventured.
Hearing this, Qian Yuang became anxious.
“Dad! If you give him all our money, how are we going to survive? What are we going to eat? What will we use?” Qian Yuang, accustomed to a life of luxury, did not want to endure poverty.
Qian Haisheng wished he could smack his brainless son to death. What’s the use of wanting money when you’re about to lose your life?
Wen Binbin glanced at the time, “The noodles should be ready by now.”
As Qian Haisheng awaited Wen Binbin’s response, he was suddenly met with this remark.
“What, what does that mean?”
“It means it’s time to send you on your way.” Wen Binbin’s eyes narrowed slightly, a murderous look evident.
Qian Yuang clenched his teeth and turned to run.
“Trying to run? I don’t even need this!” Wen Binbin exclaimed in disdain as he threw the knife in his hand,”Whiz—” it flew, striking Qian Yuang’s chest accurately.
Qian Yuang collapsed with a thud, lying in a pool of blood, his bulging eyes fixed on Wen Binbin.
“Yu’ang!” Qian Haisheng ran over, crying out in heartrending agony.
“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my assassin codename is Leng Qing,” Wen Binbin introduced himself.
The hearts of Qian Haisheng and his son churned with tumultuous waves, disbelief ringing in their ears; this significantly overweight man was indeed Leng Qing, the top assassin of the alliance.
It was simply too unbelievable!
Looking back, they had spent money on assigning a task to the top assassin Leng Qing to kill Qiao Jing in the alliance. Who could have foreseen that Qiao Jing knew Leng Qing and that they were good friends?
“How could this be…” After Qian Yuang said this, his eyes rolled back, and he died.
“Next up is you.” Wen Binbin took steps toward Qian Haisheng.
Qian Yuang’s face showed a bitter smile. He had thought his plan was flawless, and if it had proceeded smoothly, it could have definitely led the Gan family into despair.
Who would have thought that Qiao Jing would suddenly appear, out of nowhere?
Not to mention Divine Doctor Jing and Professor Qiao.
It seemed that fate did not want the Qian family to avenge this grudge.
Thinking about it, he closed his eyes, waiting for life’s curtain to fall.
There was no way out, especially now when he was facing Leng Qing, from whom no one had ever escaped.
After handling everything, Wen Binbin washed his hands and returned to the noodle stall.
“Just off the stove.” The owner served the braised beef noodles.
“Thank you.” Wen Binbin politely said to the owner and then dialed Qiao Jing.
“Bro Jing, I’ve taken care of that father and son for you, and I found out that the Qian Family still has their own business in M country…” Wen Binbin spoke while eating his noodles.
On receiving the call, Qiao Jing voiced his confusion, “When did you arrive in the Capital? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Isn’t it a surprise for you? Those people deserved what was coming.” Wen Binbin had finished half the bowl and then shouted to the owner, “Boss, three more bowls.”
Hearing this, Qiao Jing’s eyes twitched speechlessly.
“You’re already this overweight, yet you still eat so much? Aren’t you worried about hindering your movements? Do you want me to prescribe you some weight loss pills?”
“No, no, no! I don’t want to lose weight. If I were thin, I wouldn’t dare to eat this much.”
Qiao Jing was speechless.”
“And this won’t affect you?”
“Don’t worry, I’ve been working out lately.”
Qiao Jing puzzled, “Didn’t you say you weren’t going on a diet? And you’re working out?”
“I’m doing special workouts to figure out how to stay agile while keeping my weight.” Wen Binbin said proudly.
Qiao Jing’s mouth twitched speechlessly again, but had to admit, in this respect, Wen Binbin was indeed talented.
While Qiao Jing was mentally complaining, suddenly a man’s voice, deep and melodious like a cello, drifted into his ears.
“Why so late and still on the phone, who are you talking to?”
Qiao Jing turned his head to look at Zhan Qipei, “Wen Binbin, my friend from the Capital, you’ve met him.”
“Oh?” Zhan Qipei slightly raised an eyebrow, his dark eyes fixed on the mobile in Qiao Jing’s hand.
After pausing for a second, Zhan Qipei intentionally raised his voice and moved closer to Qiao Jing, “So late and he’s calling you, you two must be really close.”
“Hiss—Sour!” Wen Binbin grimaced upon hearing that.
The owner turned to look at Wen Binbin, “That sour? I didn’t add vinegar, but there’s some next to you. Add it to taste.”
“I wasn’t talking about the noodles being sour.” Wen Binbin explained to the owner, then said into the phone, “One night of spring worth a thousand gold, I won’t bother you anymore. Oh! Just a friendly reminder, you’re injured now, try to restrain yourself a bit, don’t—”
“Get lost.” Qiao Jing spat out the word and hung up the phone without mercy.
Wen Binbin shrugged and continued eating his noodles.
Zhan Qipei’s expression noticeably improved after hearing Qiao Jing say “Get lost.”
“By the way, I have something to talk to you about,” Qiao Jing put down the phone and said to Zhan Qipei.
“What is it?” Zhan Qipei naturally sat beside Qiao Jing, close enough that the distance could be ignored.
Qiao Jing glanced at the gap between them and ultimately didn’t mention it.
“The Qian Family still has assets in M country, you should send someone to take over the last of the Qian Family’s properties there.”
After Qiao Jing finished speaking, he noticed that Zhan Qipei was staring at her with an inquisitive gaze.
“Did Wen Binbin tell you this?” Zhan Qipei guessed.