Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1157 Transaction (1)

"Mu Rongyun is an enemy who won’t run away. Let Zimu and the others come back. Whether we pay attention or not, he’s not someone who will suddenly disappear." Xiao Lin lit a cigarette, letting the thick smoke spread in the room. "I don’t want Murong Lengyue ruining all my plans. I have no interest in playing with this Shao Weihua any longer. Compared to that kind of person, I’m more worried about the Dan Clan and whoever wants to get rid of the fat guys."

"How do we deal with those two people?"

"Any bureau chief will do. You can pin whatever crime on them you like, as long as Murong Lengyue is given an explanation."

"Lin, I think you should go personally once. Murong Lengyue doesn’t seem like someone who would do such a boring thing, so another possibility is that she wants to provoke you in this way."

"Just to see me, doing something so harmful yet self-serving, women like this are very annoying."

"It’s a mutually beneficial matter. Maintaining a good relationship with the Murong Family won’t bring any harm to the Xiao Family."

Xiao Lin glanced at Yelü Shou. "If they want to curry favor, let those old guys do it. I have no interest."

The crow suddenly jumped onto the sofa, placing its big head on Xiao Lin’s lap and nudging it. "It’s about time!" Xiao Lin obligingly petted its head. "This time, you have to stay at home."

The crow stood up, making a whining sound, expressing its protest!

"This guy seems to be getting bigger. Stop feeding him blood." Yelü Shou looked at the crow, which was larger than most wolf breeds. Unlike other wild animals, it didn’t sneak out at night to hunt for food. Instead, it patrolled around Black Street, leaving its scent as a territory marker. Thanks to this creature, even the cats, mice, and birds nearby had vanished.

"I just discovered that my blood is also a kind of poison. He’s addicted."

Xiao Lin caught a glimpse of red from the corner of his eye. After Lao Jiu returned from the island, he hadn’t said anything, especially about the symbols on the bed, not mentioning a word. However, since he knew they were part of the ’Night Prohibition,’ any hope of deciphering it was dashed. Two people had already confirmed the existence of the ’Night Prohibition,’ but encountering it was another matter.

In front of a venue in the Third District, three cars parked in succession. The parking attendant quickly approached. After the passengers tipped him for opening the car doors, they hurried inside through a revolving door.

Not long ago, this venue had been bold enough to hold a shooting event, but it hadn’t affected its business. After Robert returned, he reshuffled all the lines on this street. The new manager was savvy, his low-key style and conduct leaving Shao Weihua somewhat displeased. Perhaps due to his personality, arrogant people often suspect low-key, capable individuals, always doubting their motives. On the contrary, some people paid close attention to this person.

Miller led Robert and a few others to an extremely concealed private room on the second floor. The waiter, carrying drinks, swiftly placed the items on the table before retreating.

"Gentlemen, no one will disrupt you here. I will personally attend to you." Miller stood respectfully at the side, his expression sincere as he watched the three, lacking any sign of servility. His neither submissive nor domineering demeanor made Shao Weihua raise an eyebrow. For a venue manager to lack so much awareness, it suggested his interpersonal skills might not be great.

"Are you the new manager here?" Shao Weihua, who was first to speak, was always eager to make an impression. Without flaunting his identity, how could he make the people here remember him, especially since he was their boss?

"Yes, Mr. Shao!"

"Miller used to be Wang Weibo’s right-hand man, very familiar with the West District’s layout and underground trade network. After Wang Weibo and his brother died, no one was more suited for the job than him." Robert naturally understood Shao Weihua well—not just paranoia but also so flamboyant that he seemed unaware of such a wealthy persona.

"More than a hundred of Wang Weibo’s subordinates died overnight. How come you’re still alive?" It was either that Shao Weihua lacked tact in speech, or he simply looked down on these fighting and killing types. But his question went straight to the point. Among the few who survived, Miller’s status was indeed the highest.

"At that time, there was an accident at ’tomor,’ so I got entangled with the police, and that’s how I survived by sheer luck." Still speaking without being either subservient or overbearing, his eyes never wavering.

"So you’re called Miller!" Wang Zhanting waved his hand, sitting next to Shao Weihua. It was easy to see his disdain for this young man. Without needing to guess, the next thing would likely be grabbing something from the table to teach the other a lesson for ignoring him. How did someone like this catch Quan Xianglin’s eye? Simply incomprehensible. "Robert has already shown you the other person’s appearance. You’ll easily recognize them; just bring them over. No need for service here, you may leave!"

"Yes!" Miller glanced at Wang Zhanting before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

"Robert, how can you use such an oblivious, clueless person in a venue like this?" Shao Weihua’s unspent rage was directed at Robert.

"There’s no one better suited than Miller right now. If Mr. Shao is unsatisfied, I’ll consider handling it, but abruptly using a newcomer amid such a potential situation may ruin things." Robert glanced at Wang Zhanting, who was absorbed in pouring his drink.

"Calm down, why bicker with the manager? As long as he manages this place well, runs the underground network smoothly, why should we care what they are."

Wang Zhanting’s words tempered Shao Weihua’s irritable temperament. He winked at Robert, and the latter, cleverly receiving the signal, stood up. "Fourth Master will probably arrive soon; I’d better go personally to greet him."

The private rooms on the second floor are separated by solid walls, differing from most nightclubs where private rooms are connected. Each room stands alone, like a building constructed in an open area, arranged with decorative effects that make them appear interconnected.

There were fifteen minutes left to the appointed time. Robert went to the second-floor lounge to find Miller, who was watching the people moving in and out downstairs, a cigarette in hand, his face unchanged, neither arrogant nor humble, though a faint smile hinted at a trace of sarcasm. "Miller, don’t worry about that person."

"Mr. Robert, I don’t mind," Miller said, standing straight upon seeing Robert. He was at least a head taller than Robert, standing over 1.85 meters.

"That’s good; are there any other guests on the second floor today?"

"A couple just entered room number three. The large room has been booked by guests and should be occupied by eight o’clock sharp."

"Another transaction, is it?" Robert was slightly surprised.

"If I’m not mistaken, it’s Mr. Su, accompanied by a German."

"Really?" Robert pondered momentarily, when a commotion erupted from downstairs, forcing the two of them to go down to check, worried about any unnecessary trouble. Today’s meeting involved particularly distinctive individuals, and the safety of the important person upstairs made Miller and Robert especially tense.

Everyone was astonished by the woman who appeared at the entrance, her transcendently beautiful and pure appearance like an angel descending to earth. Her white dress accentuated her striking figure, the S-shaped curve drawing attention from everyone—an angel’s face with a devil’s body.

Some bold, self-assured men began seizing the opportunity to approach her. Seeing this, Robert slipped over to the woman’s side, signaling Miller to swiftly remove anyone unnecessary from around her.

Discreetly leading those eager to get close away from the woman, Robert now faced her. As a man, it’s hard not to be moved by such a woman. Momentarily losing composure, he cleared his throat. "Fourth Master!"

An elegant smile climbed up the woman’s lips as she nodded slightly, then followed Robert upstairs, leaving the stunned men still yearning.

"Keep an eye on room three and wait for my command," Robert whispered to Miller before closing the private room’s door.

The Golden Triangle choosing to conduct transactions in his territory—was it a coincidence or something else? Robert contemplated, knowing he had the least say in this deal, thus remaining seated on the sofa near the door.

The woman is beautiful, but her voice is indeed unbearable!

Robert found an excuse to leave the private room, feeling there was no need to notify the two inside before understanding Mr. Su’s transaction details.

In the surveillance room, each private room was monitored. Miller and Robert sat before the screens, unable to hear but witnessing the scene. Mr. Su struggled with lifting a case while in another feed, the booked large room gradually filled with party-goers, seemingly preparing for a celebration, accompanied by many women.

Miller’s gaze returned from the bustling large room to room three.

"Looks like drugs!"

"Zoom in on the image," Robert asked, an unease in his mind. This sample weighed about a kilogram and appeared to be of high quality from its color. "Could it be the one hundred tons of high-purity goods?"

Watching the German pick out some powder for testing, Robert spoke softly.

"Weren’t the goods burnt?" Miller also eyed the scene, watching the German’s test tube with a nearly twisted grin.

"Hehe, we might have to ask our dear Mr. Shao about that," Robert said coldly, looking at the white powder as the transaction seemed to near completion.

"What should we do now?"

"What about the situation in the other room?" Robert suddenly asked. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)