Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 157 - 155

Chapter 157: Chapter 155

After hanging up the phone, Wen Wen felt a bit expectant.

"Going out to change my mood wouldn’t be bad, it was in front of those guys that I entered that state last time, maybe I could find a breakthrough with them again this time."

So, he took a cab to the red-light district, only to find that the place had been sealed off.

The ones blockading the area weren’t the officials but a gang of men in white short-sleeves, standing in two rows and leaving a path open in the middle.

What the hell was this déjà vu of old gangster movies, Wen Wen’s eyebrows raised, surely this couldn’t be targeting him.

If that were the case... it would be too embarrassing.

He got out of the car, about to walk into the red-light district when he saw a greasy, balding man under five feet tall yet with a waistline about the same size, sprinting over like a rolling ball.

Those with poor eyesight wouldn’t be able to tell whether he was running or rolling over.

The ball-shaped man rushed up to Wen Wen, bowed, and said:

"You must be Mr. Wen, I’ve long admired your reputation, and seeing you in person, the rumors are indeed true."

While the man spoke, he revealed a big gold tooth, which looked somewhat comedic.

Wen Wen narrowed his eyes and said, "I shouldn’t be famous, so don’t try to fob me off with platitudes. I’m just here to pick up my car, there’s no need for such a big spectacle, right?"

The man humbly said, "Not at all, not at all. With the kind of person you are, gracing my place with your presence, you’re giving me a lot of face."

This man was named Zhao Jinwu, known on the streets as Gold Tooth Fifth Master. He looked candid and endearing, but in reality was a character that struck fear in others.

However, that was just for ordinary people; to them, he was a big shot.

In the unified Federation, if these shady social forces wanted to survive, they had no choice but to compromise. Thus, even though he seemed to thrive, he lived perpetually with his tail between his legs.

Lin Zheyuan wouldn’t have personally addressed this matter, so he left it to his subordinates, and his subordinates treated it as an official matter.

Such an official matter of the Hunters Association required the full cooperation of the entire city from top to bottom, so one can imagine the pressure Zhao Jinwu was under.

After all, as a gangster, he wasn’t the biggest group in Furong River City.

That’s why, even if he was just compensating for a car, Zhao Jinwu put on such a grand show.

Besides the compensation, he wanted to meet Wen Wen himself, to see what kind of person could cause such a big commotion.

He had personally checked his subordinate’s injuries; every bone in his arm had been twisted and snapped, and every tooth had been broken at the root. This lifetime, he could forget about mixing in this line of work again.

Therefore, he knew Wen Wen was no ordinary person.

Before meeting Wen Wen, he had let his imagination run wild about Wen Wen’s identity, eventually deciding he must be like the Urban Soldier King from web novels!

The type that used to be a big shot in the military, then retired and entered the city, thriving and succeeding.

Zhao Jinwu, the type of character normally simply beaten down in stories, was aiming not to fall into that fate, hence he kept his attitude very low.

As an ordinary person who had no contact with the other world, Zhao Jinwu could never guess exactly who Wen Wen was.

While his imagination ran wild, he led Wen Wen to see the car he was compensating.

It was a black and red sports car, with sleek lines and perfect color matching; every corner of the car exuded an aura of money.

Wen Wen usually didn’t pay much attention to car information. Aside from a few common ones, he couldn’t even name the others.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have bought a beater to get around in the first place, so he didn’t recognize what model this car was, except that it was expensive.

Before becoming a superpower user, one probably couldn’t afford it even with all their wealth.

"Tsk, tsk, such corruption... but I like it."

Wen Wen shook his head and swaggered around the car, occasionally reaching out to touch it.

A car is a man’s wife, and having his wife ravaged by these people, a top-tier beauty as a new wife wasn’t bad either.

Men are creatures that love the new and loathe the old.

"Those assholes who messed with you that night, I’ve got them all tied up. You can deal with them any way you like," Zhao Jinwu spoke up, with a sinister look on his face, as he approached Wen Wen.

Wen Wen slapped his shiny head, scolding, "Why are you so dark in your thinking? Compensating with the car is enough. Don’t do anything unnecessary."

The money for the car most likely came from Zhao Jinwu, and if Wen Wen hadn’t said that, those punks probably wouldn’t live to see the next day’s sun.

After hitting his head, Wen Wen wrapped his arm around his neck and whispered:

"By the way, is it true that people in your line of work are especially vile and shameless, doing whatever it takes to make others suffer?"

Zhao Jinwu’s expression turned odd, unsure of how to respond—either this guy had zero EQ, or he was deliberately provoking trouble.

As the saying goes, a gentleman can be killed but not insulted. For those in their profession, face mattered most. Wen Wen’s words were tantamount to slapping Zhao Jinwu’s face, and he should have retaliated on the spot.

But remembering the miserable state of his minions, and seeing his own neck in someone else’s hand, he dared not turn hostile.

"Don’t get me wrong, just tell me if it’s true. I’ve got a dirty job for you. The dirtier you do it, the happier I’ll be, and afterward, you won’t lack for rewards."

Wen Wen said with a sly grin, meanwhile wiping his hand on Zhao Jinwu’s clothes. He had gotten it oily from patting his head earlier.

Zhao Jinwu hesitated, then said, "Depends on what job you want done. We may not be law-abiding, but there are still some things we won’t do."

"Nothing much, just kidnap me and torture me, as cruelly as possible," Wen Wen said nonchalantly.

Zhao Jinwu jumped in place, freeing himself from Wen Wen’s hold, looking at him in astonishment.

This couldn’t be a super masochist, could it? Even in those kinds of games, you’d at most whip a few times, drip some wax, but to ask for a kidnapping?

Then Zhao Jinwu thought of Wen Wen’s combat prowess. This guy couldn’t be fishing for evidence to take them all down, could he?

With a mournful tone, Zhao Jinwu said, "If you want to get us, why go through all this trouble? You just need to give the order, and I’d surrender without a struggle."

"Hey, don’t overact in your head."

Wen Wen dug in his ear, fiddling with several gold ingots in his hand—the last of his gold bars.

"If you do this job, all these are yours. If not, then we’re not done with the car issue," Wen Wen threatened.

Threatening such a person gave Wen Wen no psychological pressure whatsoever.

Hearing this, Zhao Jinwu immediately gave in.

For the sake of a lousy car, so many big shots had laid down their orders. If this issue continued, he as a small fry couldn’t bear the consequences.

So, Wen Wen walked over, slinging an arm around Zhao Jinwu’s shoulders, and they began to discuss the details.

"You do it this way, don’t worry about being too cruel, only worry about not being cruel enough."

Wen Wen’s requests made Zhao Jinwu furrow his brows; he never thought someone would want to do this to themselves, not even their enemies usually went this far in tormenting.

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