213: Chapter 213: Infiltrating the Enemy 213: Chapter 213: Infiltrating the Enemy “Kid, have you lost your mind?
They finally present themselves on a silver platter, and what the hell are you doing?” Hua Ling shouted angrily.
It was a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
In the past half hour, they had investigated the entire hotel’s guest list and hadn’t found a single clue.
It was still questionable whether Qin Shuang was even in the hotel.
If he could speak, he really wanted Hua Ling to shut up.
Damn it, he knew what he was doing; did he need her to teach him?
Ding Yang also hurriedly said, “Hua Ling, shut up, don’t mess with Zhang Fan’s plan.”
Hua Ling disdainfully said, “What plan can this kid have?
They’ve invited him so warmly, and he still won’t go.
Aunt Qin has already been missing for hours, and we have no leads.
How do we handle this?”
Ding Yang frowned and said, “Zhang Fan is not wrong in what he’s doing; the other party is likely testing us.”
Ding Yang saw things very clearly; after all, the other party were professional kidnappers and wouldn’t immediately trust a stranger with their business.
Impossible!” Hua Ling exclaimed.
The moment Zhang Fan stepped out the door, the small-eyed man’s mouth curved into a slight smile.
Of course, he couldn’t just take Zhang Fan at face value; after all, anyone who could send him flying with a single punch couldn’t be trusted to be just a regular student.
A hundred thousand, to be honest, was already quite a sum of money, especially for a student—it was a fortune.
His immediate refusal at least indicated that the kid wasn’t from the police.
Caution is the parent of safety; in their line of work, one slip could mean complete obliteration, leaving nothing behind.
However, they really couldn’t find the right person to do this job at the moment, and given the kid’s impressive skills, he felt an appreciation for talent.
It would be great if he could recruit Zhang Fan into his gang, certainly a lot better than the useless big baldies.
Most importantly, this kid was sly.
“Young man, wait, how much money do you want?” the small-eyed man said, his gaze fixed intently on Zhang Fan.
He wanted to see if the kid was leaving because of greed.
As expected, Zhang Fan stopped.
“Heh, just now you didn’t even flinch at ten thousand, so a hundred thousand is pocket change to you.” Zhang Fan sneered playfully, then leaned against the wall with a thick air of amusement on his face.
“How much can you give?”
The small-eyed man was taken aback but, noting the greedy look on Zhang Fan’s face earlier, he sneered coldly.
This kid seemed to be greedy for money.
People who aren’t greedy can cause problems.
Better to be safe than sorry.
“Two hundred thousand, how about that?” the small-eyed man said with a low chuckle.
Zhang Fan purposely revealed a shocked expression in his eyes, then quickly hid it.
He rubbed his hands together and stared fixedly at the small-eyed man, “Three hundred thousand.”
The bald guys immediately lost their temper.
Three hundred thousand; the kid really dared to ask for it.
The small-eyed man naturally noticed the surprise in Zhang Fan’s eyes, and immediately walked over with a smile, “Done, it’s settled then.”
“Heh, I want to see the money first,” Zhang Fan said.
“No problem, we’ll give you half as a deposit first, and the rest after the job is done,” the small-eyed man said.
“Deal, heh, now I’m a little tycoon too.
Wait for me, I’m going to quit this job now.
Bloody hell, only a hundred and twenty a day, insulting—a beggar’s pay.
This time, I’m gonna throw the serving tray right in that fat bastard’s face, screwing me over,” said Zhang Fan excitedly as he pushed the serving cart and ran out.
“Hey, come back!” the small-eyed man shouted.
“Give me ten minutes, this time I’m gonna play some tricks, hehe, three hundred thousand, huh.” Zhang Fan chuckled slyly and darted into the elevator.
It wasn’t until the elevator doors closed that Zhang Fan’s face instantly turned somber.
“Idiot.” Cursing under his breath, Zhang Fan immediately said, “Seven guys are here, each with a handgun, but except for the guy with the beady eyes, they’re all fucking morons.”
Upon hearing Zhang Fan’s voice, Ding Yang and the others rolled their eyes.
Hua Ling said, “Kid, was that little comment you made earlier a hint to us?”
“Alright, I “I Believe” that wasn’t something you figured out on your own, you don’t have the brains.” Zhang Fan remarked indifferently.
Hua Ling immediately flared up; this brat was basically calling her an idiot in a roundabout way.
After spending ten minutes planning back in Ding Yang’s room, Zhang Fan finally changed his clothes and headed towards the eighth floor.
The information from Ding Yang’s side didn’t cheer up Zhang Fan; there was no news about Auntie Qin, and he had no idea how she was faring now.
Thinking of this, a dangerous glint flickered in Zhang Fan’s eyes.
These idiots, once Auntie Qin is rescued, I’ll make sure each and every one of them gets a taste of the Thunderclap Palm.”
“Boss, is it okay to let this kid join us?” the buzz-cut man asked.
The beady-eyed man chuckled darkly, “What could be wrong with that kid, huh?
Messing with us, it’s just three hundred thousand.
If he does the job well, we’ll have an extra hand.
Hehe, kidnapping the vice chairman of the Ye Group, it’s a big deal, besides getting on our ship, what other choices does he have?”
“Exactly, exactly, after all, he’s the highest-ranking king, and in the future, we can have fun leveling up together.” The bearded man laughed heartily.
“Damn moron,” the beady-eyed man cursed inwardly.
If possible, he really felt like burying the bearded man.
“I’m back!” Zhang Fan burst through the door, feigning an extremely excited expression.
“Damn, you guys didn’t see how I threw plates in front of that fat dog, it was so gratifying.” As Zhang Fan spoke, he propped up his leg in a casual stance on the sofa, grabbed a pack of cigarettes, lit one immediately, and leisurely blew out a puff of smoke.
“Spill it, what do you want me to do?” Zhang Fan asked.
The beady-eyed man and his crew smirked softly, then sat next to Zhang Fan.
“Young bro, first, you’re gonna deliver a letter for us,” the beady-eyed man said.
“Address?” asked Zhang Fan.
“72 Yulin Road, hand it to a guy named Ye Jingtian,” the beady-eyed man instructed.
Zhang Fan was immediately startled.
Shit, these bastards are sending a letter to Uncle Ye?
“Yeah, just get the letter to him,” the beady-eyed man said.
Zhang Fan squinted, nodding, “Xing, delivering a letter is such an easy task worth three hundred thousand, not bad.
I didn’t realize you guys were actually big spenders.”
The beady-eyed man’s face darkened instantly—just for delivering a letter, three hundred thousand?
Damn it, was this kid going crazy for money?
“After the delivery, you go to this place, and once you’re there, give us a call,” the beady-eyed man said, handing Zhang Fan a slip of paper.
Fuck, you’re not hiding some chicks there, are you?” Zhang Fan murmured in speculation.
Suddenly, activity buzzed on Ding Yang’s side.
“Fate Inn, move it, investigate the situation there.”