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Chapter 848 - 624 Three cobblers

Chapter 848: 624 Three cobblers

"Hey! Wait a moment, wait a moment!"

Mandarin Oriental Hotel.

Number Six, no, Vera’s bodyguard stood in the elevator, a hand suddenly squeezing in, jamming the elevator doors.

Faced with an obstruction, the elevator doors dutifully reopened.

A man with an indescribably odd appearance forced a smile, walked in carrying takeout meals.

The two men in the elevator were surprisingly similar in height, but the latter one looked malnourished, far too thin to compare with Vera’s bodyguard.

The formidable and cool Number Six didn’t bother to coax him out, not casting a glance his way.

The shabbily dressed but somehow neat man pressed "23" for his floor.

The elevator doors closed.

Suddenly.

Number Six slightly furrowed his brow, unable to help but cast a glance at the man.

Besides the two of them, there was no one else in the elevator, and the source of the faint foul odor was easy to guess.

Of course.

He was a polite Western gentleman and quickly averted his gaze, saying nothing.

"Ding."

At last.

The elevator doors opened.

Number Six walked out.

The elevator doors closed behind him, blocking the partly visible corridor; the tall, thin man’s foolish smile disappeared instantly as he looked up at the floor indicator.

Floor 17.

The elevator continued upward, reaching the 23rd floor.

"Mealtime, mealtime."

Next to 2306, 2305.

The gang members from Yanbian eagerly awaited their food.

As he walked in, they rushed over frantically, "How could you take so long, trying to starve us to death?!"

Three-Whites sat on the sofa, one leg lifted and resting on the furniture, exuding an air of being the boss; he didn’t move but cracked sunflower seeds thoughtfully, as if he was pondering something deep.

"Boss, it’s mealtime!"

Only after hearing his brother’s call did he throw away the seed shells, clap his hands, lower his leg, and get up to go over.

"Boss, I found out where that guy is staying."

The meal-fetching guy said mysteriously.

Three-Whites picked up a pair of disposable chopsticks and bit them open, "Spit it out fast, if you’ve got something to say, or fart if you’ve got to fart."

The other two had already started hungrily scoffing down their food as if they couldn’t care less.

To them, it seemed like filling their stomachs was always the most important business.

"He’s on the 17th floor! That guy is staying on the 17th floor!"

"How do you know?"

Three-Whites asked with a sideways glance.

They had been waiting here like sitting ducks, and a day had passed without a glimpse of a ghost.

Since the night before last, after entering the elevator, the target seemed to vanish into thin air.

There were also people taking turns keeping watch in the hotel lobby, but that guy hadn’t been seen since.

Of course.

A living person obviously couldn’t just evaporate into nothingness.

The target was definitely still in the hotel.

But the problem was, why on earth did they have to build such a huge hotel? They could easily get lost just finding their way around, let alone finding anyone.

Back in Yanbian, most buildings only had two or three floors at most.

"I saw that green-eyed freak!"

The meal-fetching guy revealed a few tar-stained teeth.

"Green-eyed freak? What the hell is that?" One of the eaters looked up confused, a grain of rice clinging to the corner of his mouth.

"It was the night before last. I saw him downstairs..."

The guy was clearly struggling with his words, trying to explain but the more he hurried, the less he knew how to describe it.

"Don’t rush, take your time."

Three-Whites was surprisingly patient this time.

Not because anyone was rushing him.

No choice.

Staying here cost money, and no one was going to reimburse them!

"That chick! Boss, do you remember that chick I told you about...?"

The other two, too lazy to be involved, continued to focus solely on their food.

"Are you talking about the woman who went out with that guy and came back together?"

The meal-fetching guy nodded eagerly, like a pecking chicken, "Right, right, right, I just ran into her people in the elevator, followed her that day, must be her bodyguard."

What a shocking discovery.

Three-Whites’s face remained expressionless, "Then what?"

"Then I saw him go to the 17th floor! Boss, nine out of ten times that chick is staying on the 17th floor, that guy hasn’t come back, maybe he’s staying with her!"

Three-Whites’s eyes flickered.

"Boss, don’t worry, I wasn’t spotted!"

It had to be said, among them all, apart from being the tallest, he was probably the sharpest, certainly more so than the two focused only on their food, no wonder he was often in charge of stakeouts.

Three-Whites shoveled a mouthful of white rice.

"Boss, shall we do it?"

He asked tentatively.

"How?"

Three-Whites challenged back.

Hearing that, the tall one nicknamed Sorghum immediately lifted his shirt and fumbled with his trousers.

Don’t misunderstand, he was pulling out a dagger hidden at his waist.

"Go to the 17th floor and chop him up!"

"..."

Three-Whites remained silent.

He had been worried Sorghum was a bit too clever, potentially threatening his position among the brothers, but it seemed he had worried unnecessarily.

"Can’t you think? You know the woman has a bodyguard; rushing in like this would only spook them, and if that guy runs away, what then!"

"No brains!"

The two eaters chimed in, looking at him as if he were an idiot.

Sorghum sullenly repositioned the weapon at his waist, being careful about its placement to avoid cutting himself.

His enthusiasm dampened, he picked up his chopsticks, ready to dig in.

"Hold off on eating."

Three-Whites’s eyes rolled around: "You go get me the structure diagram of this hotel."

Sorghum was slightly confused and asked subconsciously, "Boss, where do I get that?"

The task wasn’t really difficult, especially for professional hitmen; it should be part of their expertise, but alas, professional hitmen come in different types.

Some hitmen have all kinds of skills, can double as hackers or doctors at any time, but they were honest, or rather, pure hitmen.