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Chapter 410: Operation 372 Decapitation

Chapter 410: Operation 372 Decapitation

"If you really didn’t have me in your heart♪

You wouldn’t have cut your long hair♪

Fluttering like butterflies on your cheeks♪

Are those tears♪"

I just fear the sudden sentimentality of the bar.

Jiang Chen, sitting in the booth, watched the female singer on stage and quietly took a sip of his drink.

The lighting was hazy.

Opposite him sat another man, who, like Jiang Chen, did not leer at the scantily clad, attractive women around them. He remained calm and quiet, silently drinking.

"Young Master Jiang, you’re here,"

Just in time.

The song "Straight Flush" had just concluded.

Jiang Chen turned his head, then put down his glass and stood up, smiling, "Brother Liao."

Bai Haoran also stood up, with a face that appeared even more somber in the dim light, showing genuine respect, "Mr. Liao."

Liao Xiangdong, who had once killed a brash Dongying ronin in an underground boxing match, was now appearing amiable, even smiling slightly as he nodded.

"Sit."

The three men sat down again.

"Brother Liao, let me introduce you, this is my friend, Bai Haoran."

Introducing Bai Haoran to Liao Xiangdong had been Jiang Chen’s idea since returning from Yunfu.

In this society, climbing up the ladder solely through one’s own efforts was extremely difficult.

Bai Haoran was well-matched in temperament with Liao Xiangdong, and most importantly, even though they had known each other for only a very short time, Jiang Chen understood through their journey in the two Guangdong provinces that this was a real man.

Building a bridge between them was an opportunity not to be missed.

Bai Haoran sat with an upright posture, realizing he was facing a major opportunity.

"Mr. Liao, I have long respected your reputation. It’s an honor to meet you today; I toast to you,"

Bai Haoran drank first as a gesture of respect.

Liao Xiangdong sized him up, of course understanding what Jiang Chen meant.

"Let’s all drink together,"

He said amiably.

After a drink, Jiang Chen put down his glass and asked, "Brother Liao, did you want to see me for something?"

Indeed.

Today, it was Liao Xiangdong who had taken the initiative to set up the meeting.

Liao Xiangdong, holding his glass, got straight to the point, "Miss Lan asked me to pass along a message."

Bai Haoran’s pupils quivered, his heart profoundly shaken.

The surname Lan was already quite rare.

And it was coming from Liao Xiangdong, using a term of respect.

It was clear who was being referred to.

The woman was now a monument in the jianghu underworld.

For Bai Haoran, just being able to sit and drink with a person like Liao Xiangdong was an incredible honor, let alone hear news about the Blood Bodhisattva.

But no matter how tumultuous his inner feelings were, Bai Haoran forcefully suppressed them, showing no reaction and keeping silent, acting as a competent bystander.

"Miss Lan?"

Jiang Chen too was surprised, then concealed his reaction, "May I ask what message Miss Lan has for me?"

"Miss Lan is just passing on a message for someone else,"

Jiang Chen became even more suspicious.

Liao Xiangdong, unhurried, said, "Because she couldn’t see you in person, someone asked Miss Lan to apologize on their behalf."

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, understandably perplexed.

An apology?

"Who?"

Liao Xiangdong shook his head, "I don’t know."

Jiang Chen fell silent.

If it was an apology, then certainly someone had wronged him or hurt him. Yet what surprised Jiang Chen even more was who had the clout to get Lan Peizhi to act as a mediator?

"I heard Little Prince Ye has come to East Sea?"

Liao Xiangdong inquired.

"Yes."

The distracted Jiang Chen nodded.

"And he also emasculated the eldest son of the Xiong Family?"

Jiang Chen nodded again.

Although it seemed to have caused no ripples and everything had been calm these past few days, that did not mean the incident was trivial.

If it had not been Ye Tingxuan who did it, let someone else try.

Liao Xiangdong, given his abilities, was aware of the gossip and wasn’t shocked.

Jiang Chen and Liao Xiangdong appeared relaxed, but Bai Haoran’s mind was in turmoil.

With his status, he had no right to be privy to such information.

"Brother Liao, could it be Little Prince Ye..."

Jiang Chen speculated, yet before Liao Xiangdong could answer, he dismissed the possibility as implausible.

Indeed.

Recently, the only person who had caused him trouble was that very capricious Little Prince. Had it not been for good luck, he would not be sitting here safely, drinking.

Yet given the Little Prince’s temperament, how could he possibly apologize to someone?

Furthermore.

Even if an apology was due, it seemed completely unnecessary for the other party to go to such lengths to involve the revered Blood Bodhisattva.

"You needn’t worry about who it is. Just understand that Little Prince Ye probably won’t be causing you any more trouble,"

Jiang Chen thoughtfully considered this.

From Liao Xiangdong’s words, it was clear that it was indeed not Ye Tingxuan who had gotten Lan Peizhi to mediate. However, it definitely related to the events in Yunfu, no doubt about that.

"Is Little Prince Ye still in East Sea?"

Jiang Chen asked.

"He’s gone."

Jiang Chen nodded. Even though he seemed to have developed a decent relationship with the Little Prince, given that the latter’s actions were too unpredictable, having him stay in East Sea was like a ticking bomb.

It was better that he had left.

Meanwhile.

Peninsula Izakaya.

Hundred-Eyes Demon Chamber.

"Miss, an important person from Jiuding Group has completed a meeting with Shi Zhenhua, intending to collaborate with Jin Hai,"

The person kneeling and bowing his head was none other than a manager from Jin Hai’s marketing department, a favorite of Director Meng Jiye, Qiu Zhaobin.

Yet if Meng Jiye were here, he would be extremely surprised as the man was speaking in flawlessly fluent Japanese.

"Collaborate? Has Jiuding lost its mind?"

The manager, Sagan Nobuo, changed his expression, "With Jiuding’s scale, Jin Hai is no match for them. They’re cutting their own flesh to feed others!"

The profit-driven national mindset made it impossible for them to understand such a move.