I Am Your Natural Enemy

The hotel’s car picked him up at the entrance and drove all the way toward the coastline.

Looking at the azure waters, blending with the sky, the young man felt quite pleased.

But as they continued, and just as they were about to reach the destination, the smile on the young man’s face faded.

He suddenly opened the car door and jumped off.

He rolled several times on the ground, got up, while the car did not stop, continuing forward.

Just as the young man intended to do something, dense red dots appeared on his body.

From behind a large stone by the roadside, a man dressed in a black suit and wearing sunglasses stepped out.

"I advise you not to move; within a five-kilometer radius, there’s not a single person nor any cars on this road.

Just one finger’s move, and you’ll be enveloped within a five-meter radius by a hundred automatic rifles alongside twenty high-precision snipers.

And there are rocket launcher vehicles and more within three kilometers, five kilometers, ten kilometers."

The young man remained motionless, his brows furrowed slightly.

"Who are you?"

"Shopkeeper, playing dumb at this moment is pointless; we’re genuinely afraid you might have other tricks up your sleeve." The man in the distance never dared to come closer.

The young man’s face immediately darkened.

He indeed did not expect to encounter this as soon as he landed, an arrangement impossible to have started solely after he got off the plane; it was already set up while he was still on the plane.

He was even less expecting someone would have recognized him so early on.

While by the boss’s side, he had always restrained himself, always maintaining an elderly appearance, even though he had enough gold foil chocolate in hand, he never used it.

After being dismissed and the contract terminated, he reverted to his youthful appearance, using the identity he started setting up years ago.

He hurriedly left Nanyang, heading directly across the ocean, far from Nanyang.

Unexpectedly, before landing, he was already ambushed.

"What do you want? Even if you’re after gold coins, you wouldn’t be naïve enough to think I’d carry all of them with me, right?"

The man in the suit nearby regrettably said.

"It seems after changing your identity and boarding the plane, you indeed haven’t contacted the previous channels; you’re unaware of many things.

Sorry, Shopkeeper, you might have misunderstood something.

My task is not about seizing anything from you.

My task is merely to capture you and send you to Nanyang."

The Shopkeeper’s body slightly trembled, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

He detached himself, fleeing thousands of miles while actually prepared for identity recognition.

If recognized, with the resources and channels he controls, he’d likely continue doing things he’d done before.

But he truly didn’t expect a loyal Gold Coin customer would refuse the coins, solely aiming to send him back to the Nanyang Union.

"Did the boss contact you?"

This was the sole possibility the Shopkeeper could think of.

"Unfortunately, your boss has already met his downfall.

My boss says they can help you understand why.

Because of the trouble you’ve caused, which is extraordinarily significant.

My boss is not wholly confident they won’t be affected.

My boss mentioned, compared to losing gold coins, the countless lost souls you might bring are a greater concern.

Such a high-risk matter, my boss won’t gamble on.

Even the most skilled gamblers with luck eventually face total defeat one day.

Not gambling is a virtue.

Before nightfall, you’ll be sent back to the Nanyang Union."

The Shopkeeper’s complexion shifted, genuinely not anticipating this, nor realizing the impact was far more extensive than anticipated, but just having disembarked, he dared not utilize channels to learn more.

"Do you think this clears your ties?"

"Regrettably, there are ties, but limited.

Our boss indeed didn’t know the extent of your recklessness and audacity.

To be honest, your actions are excessively crude, and it quite shocked my boss.

I understand what you want to convey.

However, even with six organ transplants performed by our boss, they followed legitimate procedures.

Oh, you might have misunderstood; our boss never utilized organs provided by you.

Our boss never inquired about the provenance, truly unaware.

Our boss also never questioned your operation, not even reviewing financial reports.

We only engage in pure transactions, gold coin transactions, that’s all.

Even regarding gold coin trades, you didn’t directly engage with our boss.

As for investments, it’s merely an investment by a subsidiary controlled by the boss.

The boss’s investments span globally, even he isn’t entirely aware of all involved.

No matter the circumstances, nothing links back to my boss."

The man in the suit unhurriedly conveyed this to the Shopkeeper, while a car approached from afar.

The suited man gestured invitingly, indicating for the Shopkeeper to board the car.

The Shopkeeper’s countenance shifted, realizing his primary reliance seemed futile.

"I still have fifty large gold coins."

"Shopkeeper, please board the car. I believe maintaining some dignity is wiser, and don’t attempt to delay; if I fail the task before nightfall, my boss would be disappointed."

The next moment, a muffled bang sounded, and a small hole appeared in the road in front of the Shopkeeper, with its edges seemingly melting, emitting a hot red glow.