I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 849 - 624 Three cobblers_2

Chapter 849: 624 Three cobblers_2

Assassins have one main job, and that’s to kill people.

"You asking me?"

The four eyes stared down each other until Gao Liang finally threw in the towel, glanced at the delicious food, and said weakly, "Let me have a bite before I go."

"Eat after you get the job done!"

Without another word, San Bai Yan kicked him in the leg, "Hurry up."

Gao Liang could only put down his chopsticks and turn to leave with a look of grievance.

"Clack."

The door closed.

San Bai Yan retracted his gaze.

"Nobody move!"

The other two eating rice were startled, freezing in unison.

San Bai Yan reached for the golden chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth.

...

Twenty minutes passed.

Everyone was stuffed and happy, lying on the sofa, picking their teeth with toothpicks.

"Boss, I hear the women here are something else."

Well-fed and thinking of lust.

The job wasn’t done yet.

But the commission had already been transferred to the account in advance, and this boss was really generous.

San Bai Yan, of course, understood what his brother meant and glanced at the one with a shifty look, "What’s the rush? The job isn’t finished yet. When it’s over, I’ll find you ten when we get back."

"The women back home are no fun, boss. You should see the women here, so fair, especially here, wow!"

He covered his chest with both hands and then made a chest-expanding motion.

"Hehehe..." the other guy also snickered with a lecherous smile, his eyes shining, obviously thinking about something unhealthy.

San Bai Yan casually picked at his teeth, not stopping his brothers’ wild thoughts.

This was a longing for a beautiful life.

It could fuel the drive to strive.

So it was a good thing.

"Alright, once the job’s done, let’s all find a place to relax."

San Bai Yan was making promises.

"Creak."

The door opened.

San Bai Yan turned his head in surprise, not expecting him to return so soon.

The one who walked in was indeed Gao Liang, who had gone out to get the structure map. After closing the door, his first action was to look towards the dining table.

But there was nothing left on the table, not even a single grain of rice; it was in total disarray.

Gao Liang’s face twitched as he looked at San Bai Yan, "Boss, where’s my food?"

"Why are you back?"

San Bai Yan asked as if he was oblivious, showing zero signs of guilt.

"Boss, didn’t you say you’d wait for me?"

Only making him work but not feeding him was not quite decent.

San Bai Yan seemed to have some conscience left, "Well, there are still two packs of instant noodles. Hei Chan, go boil some water."

The one called Hei Chan stood up.

"Didn’t I ask you to go get something? What are you doing back?" San Bai Yan asked again.

"Boss, I got it."

Got it?

San Bai Yan was taken aback and sat up straight, looking at Gao Liang with surprise and uncertainty, "Let me see."

Hardworking Gao Liang approached, and at the same time, cautiously reached into his pocket and took out a crumpled piece of paper from his jacket pocket.

He unfolded the paper on the coffee table, trying to smooth it out.

San Bai Yan bent down to have a serious look and then—

—his face gradually went numb.

Clearly visible.

The paper marked the emergency exits and the distribution of floor rooms.

Indeed, it was a structure map, alright.

But.

Wasn’t this just the map posted in the corridor for all guests to see?!

Did it need to take this long?

It seemed like Gao Liang had simply wandered around for a while, came under the billboard, and then "in a stroke of genius," tore down the map.

"I’m knocking..."

San Bai Yan’s mouth twitched, about to slam the table, but then he heard, "Boss, how is it?"

He turned his head.

Gao Liang had a look that was seeking praise, his murky eyes bearing not the slightest trace of tarnish from wisdom.

San Bai Yan pursed his lips, in the end, he just couldn’t bring himself to lash out.

He nodded, "Not bad."

Gao Liang broke into a toothy smile, full of self-satisfaction, suddenly feeling all the hardships were worth it, and that eating instant noodles wasn’t so bad after all.

"Buzz..."

The kettle began to boil.

He happily went to make instant noodles.

The two associates from Hei Chan gathered around curiously, their brows furrowed, seriously starting to study the blueprint.

San Bai Yan closed his eyes, and a wave of loneliness as cold as snow spontaneously emerged.

Downstairs.

On the seventeenth floor.

Jiang Chen, who had kept a low profile these past few days, was also eating.

Alone.

Perhaps because he had already visited all the interesting places in Haojiang, he had lately started to lay low. If possible, he would avoid going out, and even for eating, he would order directly by calling room service.

The weather had been clear and bright these past few days, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened—the entirety of Haojiang was peaceful and content.

Could it be that he was being too narrow-minded, measuring the heart of a noble by the scale of a petty man?

Of course.

Even if it was an unnecessary precaution, Jiang Chen didn’t think there was any problem with being cautious while traveling—it certainly wasn’t a bad thing.

"Ring-a-ling."

The phone started to ring.

Jiang Chen reached for his mobile phone and answered the call.

"Mr. Jiang, this is the front desk of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel. I called your room just now, but nobody answered, so I’m sorry to disturb you."

"Is there something I can do for you?" Jiang Chen asked.

"Your room reservation will expire tomorrow, I wanted to ask if you wish to extend your stay? If so, you’ll need to go through the check-in process again."

The room in question wasn’t this room.

It was the upgraded room on the twenty-third floor, given complimentary by the hotel for a total of three days.

When he had moved down here, he had forgotten to inform the hotel that he was checking out.

"No need to extend, I’ll check out."

"Alright, I apologize once again for disturbing you."

Jiang Chen placed the phone down, totally unaware that a minor oversight on his part had delayed the hotel staff for so long.

On the twenty-third floor.

Since Jiang Chen was checking out, the room service staff started to clean up the room.

"Boss, they’re cleaning next door."

San Bai Yan remained indifferent upon hearing the news, "That guy must be on the seventeenth floor, this room is definitely a smokescreen he set up intentionally."

"Smart, more cunning than the others we’ve encountered before."

Gao Liang nodded in agreement, "Otherwise he wouldn’t be worth half a million US Dollars. Boss, looks like we need to be careful."

"It seems like the entire seventeenth floor has been booked by that foreign girl; no one else can enter," Hei Chan’s forehead creased into a frown, looking quite troubled.

"Boss, what’s our move?"

"What move? Don’t you have a brain, or is it filled with dung? Can’t you think of a strategy yourself? Use your brains!"

San Bai Yan scolded.

The few men shrank their necks, becoming as silent as clams.

"Boss, how about we disguise ourselves as hotel employees, like cleaners, and sneak in?"

Gao Liang, whose brain was indeed the most agile, was the first to suggest an idea.

It sounded potentially viable.

But San Bai Yan’s expression didn’t soften, "Have you been watching too many movies? The stuff played out in movies is all idiotic. Disguise? Look at yourself, how can you disguise? Do you think others are fools, that they wouldn’t catch you immediately upon seeing you?"

"Boss, how about me?"

Tu Chan volunteered, not wanting to be outdone.

San Bai Yan glanced at him, "Can you speak English?"

"Nope."

Tu Chan shook his head subconsciously, totally confused, not understanding the boss’s point.

As long as they didn’t attract attention, what difference did it make whether they could speak English or not?

"All the employees here speak English, and you don’t even know how to say ’hello’..."

"Boss, I can."

Hei Chan quickly interjected, showing off, "Hello, ma!"

San Bai Yan fell eerily silent.

The grinning Tu Chan slowly realized something was amiss and closed his mouth awkwardly.

"Boss, our brains aren’t the best, tell us what to do, we’ll follow your lead."

Spoke another Yanbian Killer, with a hunchback earning him the nickname ’Camel.’

San Bai Yan also realized they weren’t going to come up with anything by brainstorming, so he squinted his eyes, fell silent for a while, then suddenly looked up at the ceiling.

The other three instinctively looked up as well, finding nothing.

"Boss, what are you looking at? Is there a gecko?"

"..."

San Bai Yan, whose eyes appeared even more ghostly cold due to his pupils moving upward, spoke.

"If we can’t enter through ordinary means, then we’ll go in from above."

The sky...above?!

The three Yanbian Killers looked at each other in astonishment, their expressions baffled.