I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 839 - 619 Men and Women (Thanks for the tip!)_2

Chapter 839: 619 Men and Women (Thanks for the tip!)_2

"Drive."

The car started and arrived at the Chu Tian Hotel.

"Brother Long, are you going up?" his subordinate asked.

Geng Long, without saying a word, pushed the door open and got out of the car.

His two subordinates immediately followed him.

They took the elevator upstairs and arrived in front of a room.

One of them knocked on the door.

"Knock knock knock..."

"Who is it!"

A loud, careless voice came from inside, then the door opened.

A dark face appeared in front of them.

They then scanned his sloppy attire.

Geng Long slightly furrowed his brows.

"Boss?"

It seemed that the person recognized Geng Long’s identity and tentatively called out.

Geng Long remained silent, walking into the room with his two subordinates.

"Stop eating, the boss is here."

The man who opened the door shouted.

Inside the room.

A few people were eating and drinking like they had run out of a refugee camp; only when Geng Long and his men entered did they stop their ravenous devouring and directly wiped their greasy hands on their clothes.

"Boss!"

Although their appearances were indescribable, they were not ignorant of the rules; they hurriedly stood up and tried to straighten their backs as much as possible.

Tattered as they were, these men were clearly different from ordinary vagrants; their eyes were murky, but within that murkiness, there was a chilling, hollow look.

It was as if they were not looking at Geng Long as a person, but as a pile of money.

The eyes are the windows to the soul.

From the look in their eyes, it was clear they were not men of good nature.

The window in the room was open, but it still couldn’t dispel the unpleasant odor.

Geng Long observed them and emotionlessly instructed, "Buy them some clothes."

His subordinate quickly nodded.

"No need, Boss, we brought clothes, no need to waste money."

The man who opened the door, apparently the leader of the group, quickly resisted.

Indeed, there were two simple snake-skin bags placed in front of the TV cabinet, covered in dust and even with holes in them, suggesting that they contained clothes, but to the unaware, they might seem filled with garbage.

Geng Long ignored him.

The gang leaders from Yanbian wisely kept their mouths shut.

"Boss, when do we start the job?"

One of the taller men from Yanbian cautiously asked, the tallest among the four Yanbian men, all of whom were as thin as if they had suffered long-term malnutrition.

"Give him the photo."

Upon hearing Geng Long’s words, a subordinate immediately reached into his chest.

The leader of the Yanbian men, very alert, immediately stepped forward to receive it.

He had typical sanbai eyes – small pupils with three sides showing white. Along with his gaunt cheeks, a fortuneteller would tell you that upon encountering a person with these features, you should run as far as possible.

He closely examined the photograph.

There was only one person in the photo, young and handsome – who else could it be but Jiang Chen.

"Boss, just him?"

The man with sanbai eyes looked up.

"Five hundred thousand US dollars have already been transferred to your account."

Geng Long said briskly.

Five hundred thousand US dollars.

In a top-tier city, that probably wouldn’t even buy a decent house; he wondered what Jiang Chen would think if he knew his life was only worth this much.

But the cost of living varies from place to place.

For Yanbian, below the international poverty line, five hundred thousand US dollars was already a fortune worth going mad over.

The leader’s unnerving sanbai eyes immediately shone as he gripped the photograph, promptly assuring, "Don’t worry, Boss, we will complete the task!"

"If the task isn’t completed, I won’t take the money back."

Not taking the money back if they failed undoubtedly meant that these Yanbian men were paying with their lives.

The boss with the sanbai eyes seemed not to have caught the warning in Geng Long’s words, and asked cheerily, "Boss, do you need us to bring the body back?"

What a thing to say.

"No need."

Geng Long turned and left with a final word: "Mandarin Oriental."

Relieved to no longer endure the repulsive odor, his two subordinates quickly followed.

"Take care, Boss!"

The man with sanbai eyes scurried to send Geng Long and his men out the door; after it closed, he turned around, and his brothers had already resumed stuffing their faces eagerly.

"Damn it! Leave some for me!"

He hurried over, ravenous as a starving ghost reincarnated, tearing off a chicken leg and stuffing it into his mouth. As for the photo, it had already been thrown to the ground.

For some people, murder and arson are just daily life, perhaps less important than filling their bellies.

——

Song Chaoge and Guo Anle were having afternoon tea.

Lan Peizhi as well.

Only, the man sitting with her had a somewhat unique appearance—not in the face, but because his right hand had six fingers.

He often joked about this, saying that even if one day he lost a gamble and had to chop off a hand, he’d still have an advantage over the average person.

Of course.

That was just self-deprecation.

How could Nie Chuanxiong, a man of great renown in Haojiang, ever fall so low? As for chopping off hands and feet, he probably hadn’t done it seldom.

"I was thinking about working a few more years, then retiring to enjoy my twilight years, but the tree wants calm while the wind blows."

Nie Chuanxiong stroked his purple clay teacup, sighing deeply.

"It seems like no matter who ultimately wins the gamble, it doesn’t really concern you."

"How can it not concern me? Currently, the situation in Haojiang is such that everyone can barely get by peacefully without stepping on each other’s toes. But once this balance is broken, no one can predict what it will morph into."

Nie Chuanxiong looked at Lan Peizhi. "If Miss Lan could take charge in Haojiang, that would naturally be more than good for me."

The He family held half the territory in Casino City, but only half.

The other half was divided among other powers.

Nie Chuanxiong was clearly one of them.

Nie, the Six-Fingered.

In the Jianghu, he was known as Six Lord.

Haojiang had six gambling licenses; three were held by the He family, and he also held one.

The hotel where Lan Peizhi was staying was one of his properties.

"I’ve already said, I’m just here to accompany."

Lan Peizhi said nonchalantly.

Nie Chuanxiong smiled and took a sip of the old tea he had acquired from a tea farmer in Xiamen.

"Miss Lan, your friend is staying alone at the Mandarin Oriental; it might not be safe. Should I send a few people over?"

"No need."

Lan Peizhi stated blandly.

"Geng Long likes to play his tricks; Miss Lan, I think it’s best to be cautious. It’s always good to be prepared."

Nie Chuanxiong continued to caution her.

In terms of understanding Geng Long, Lan Peizhi was certainly more knowledgeable than Nie Chuanxiong, and she was also quite aware of the conflict between Geng Long and Jiang Chen.

However, she seemed not to worry at all,

"He is a man; why would he need a woman like me to protect him?"

Lan Peizhi stated lightly.

Her words sounded completely normal.

Utterly appropriate.

But one must think about who was speaking them.

"..."

Nie Chuanxiong was suddenly silent, one might even say

— shocked.

Indeed, a man shouldn’t need a woman’s protection.

But when had he ever heard someone describe themselves with the term "woman"?

Who exactly was this young man he had never met in person?

"... Perhaps I am overthinking."

Nie Chuanxiong opened his mouth and said with a complex smile.

Geng Long was indeed cunning and cruel, but what kind of person was that guy?

Remembering the scene at the governor’s mansion, Lan Peizhi’s lips unconsciously curled up slightly.

She understood that he must have sensed the risk when he offered to accompany her.

His thoughts were indeed quite delicate.

And his sense of crisis was strong.

Since he ultimately did not persist stubbornly with entreaties, knowing him, it probably wasn’t because he was thin-skinned, but rather

— he was quite confident.

To this day, after so much had transpired, Lan Peizhi found that he still seemed like a deep well, impossible for her to see through.

The situation in Goryeo had not changed his favorability rating, but Lan Peizhi’s mindset had undoubtedly quietly shifted.

Perhaps she hadn’t even realized it herself.

Yes.

It is the social norm for women to rely on men.

Why should men depend on women?

Nie Chuanxiong captured every flicker of Lan Peizhi’s emotions, keeping his facade emotionless, but inside a storm was brewing.

Had he really just seen a hint of tenderness at the blood-colored Guanyin’s lips?