My cousin said this and continued, "There’s another thing, one of San Hui’s men, that guy called Lin-something.
Tell him to tone it down a bit.
He’s swaggering around causing trouble every day, one day he’s going to ruin the gang."
"I know him." Steel Nail placed the cigar on an ornate cigar stand, "He gets the job done and dares to act.
Just find a time to knock some sense into him."
"Knocking sense is a must," my cousin said solemnly, "When we deal with people and things, we always do it secretly.
If it gets out into the open and the cops find something on us, we’re both done for.
They’re watching us closely now, looking for evidence."
"That’s why I suggest changing the business." Steel Nail grinned, "Collecting protection money irritates too many people, sooner or later it’s going to cause problems.
Nothing’s happened yet because they’re afraid of us.
Also, we don’t collect much, they don’t think it’s worth risking their lives, afraid we’ll retaliate afterward.
But it’s not a long-term plan.
That’s why I asked them to collect more money this time, as funds, for stuff that makes people happy."
"That’ll make them watch you even more closely." My cousin shook his head, then nodded again, "But hearing you talk, it certainly is better than pissing off a group of people.
Then divide it into hierarchy, contact on a single line, it’s more discreet."
"Exactly!" Steel Nail nodded, "That’s what I mean, but not as thorough as Brother Ning Chao, Brother Ning Chao is Brother Ning Chao!"
"Rules should be set too." My cousin tapped his fingers on the table, unfazed by his cousin’s praise, "Rules need to be established."
"Alright." Steel Nail still trusted his cousin.
Because from the start, this drug business was also run by his cousin.
For this, his cousin specially took a nickname, Luo Huo, which perfectly matched with Steel Nail.
Iron needs fire to become steel.
Luo, is actually Steel Nail’s real surname.
Luo Huo’s parents died in a car crash when he was twelve, adopted by Steel Nail’s parents.
Luo in Luo Huo is adopted with their surname.
Steel Nail’s nickname comes from the nail.
The sound of a car stopping came from outside.
A lackey near the window slightly opened the curtains to look outside in the twilight.
"It’s Brother Bing." He reported while watching, "And another person, I don’t know who."
"Outsider?" My cousin placed his hand on his waist, "Didn’t he bring that fighter under his wing?"
"Didn’t see him." The lackey shook his head.
Simultaneously, there was a knock on the door.
"Don’t be so cautious." Steel Nail saw his cousin’s paranoid look and shook his head, signaling the lackey to open the door.
The lackey approached and opened the door.
But instead of Brother Bing coming in first, they saw a gun extend out.
The lackey at the door was shot in the forehead.
Zhang Feng leaned in sideways, quickly scanning the room.
One shot hit the second lackey who hadn’t reacted.
Another hit my cousin’s heart who attempted to draw his gun.
As Steel Nail was about to draw his gun.
Zhang Feng couldn’t aim again in time and shot him in the shoulder.
Steel Nail felt like he was pushed, and then the hand holding the gun went limp.
He turned his head and saw his shoulder hit by the bullet before he cried out.
The screams rang out in the house.
Zhang Feng leaned against the door, then looked at Brother Bing, who was hiding his head and didn’t dare speak, "Go in."
"I..." Brother Bing didn’t dare move.
"Go." Zhang Feng pointed the gun at him.
Brother Bing then shivered to stand up, walking past Zhang Feng, heading inside.
At the same time, as he just stepped inside.
Zhang Feng stepped slightly forward, his left hand clinging to Brother Bing’s shoulder, hiding behind him, and peering his head out from his waist.
At this moment, Steel Nail was screaming.
A lackey tried to pick up a gun.
Another tried to use the desk phone.
Two shots, Zhang Feng killed the last two lackeys.
Because Zhang Feng was pressing hard on Brother Bing, whose legs were already weak and his body unstable, he fell to the ground.
Zhang Feng, who was almost parallel to the ground, seemed to defy gravity, performing a peculiar move with a sideways body supported by hip force, maintaining himself in mid-air.
In an instant, he grabbed the door frame beside him.
Zhang Feng stood upright, surveying the room.
"Please... let me go..."
Steel Nail begged, also witnessing Zhang Feng’s ghostly Demon Technique-like scene.
Zhang Feng fired a shot, killing him, then his gaze fell on my cousin’s face.
In the undercover world, after Luo Huo was captured, Zhang Feng had interrogated him, but now decades had passed, the memories faded.
Also, he’s still relatively young now.
Zhang Feng failed to recognize at first but felt the person somewhat familiar.
’He...? Who was he again? Why does he look slightly familiar? Or am I confusing things?’
Zhang Feng studied my cousin for a few moments, failing to recall who he was, then turned to look at Brother Bing sprawling on the ground,
"This guy, what’s his name."
"Brother Ning Chao..." Brother Bing answered, "Xiang Ning Chao."
’Never heard of him.’ Zhang Feng shook his head, feeling he was mistaken.
A young lackey ran into the yard.
Zhang Feng heard the footsteps and sidestepped with his gun beyond the door, aiming at him.
The next second, however, Zhang Feng dropped the gun barrel,
"Who are you?" The young lackey frowned, fear in his voice, "How do you know me?"
He spoke, his steps inching backward.
"I am..." Zhang Feng paused and then suddenly realized who the people inside were, raising the gun again,
"Forget it, not saying, fuck you, young King Snake, and that young Luo Huo."
Zhang Feng walked alongside him, bam bam! He fired two more shots.