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Chapter 857: An eventful autumn with multiple incidents_2

Chapter 857: An eventful autumn with multiple incidents_2

In the south of the Yangtze, the esteemed Nine Dragons bowed his noble head.

Song Chaoge remained silent.

In the expensive royal suite, you could hear a pin drop. The silence was terrifying.

Geng Long, head bowed, didn’t move an inch.

"It’s none of your business."

Finally, a voice broke the silence.

Neither happy nor angry.

Geng Long lifted his head, as if about to say something but then decided against it. After all, there was no need to explain.

Despite the cunning opponent who even used a human shield, one couldn’t expect the other to just succumb, could they?

"...Young Master Song, should I leave Haojiang first?"

"Why would you leave?"

Song Chaoge, with his back turned, never spun around.

"The entire Haojiang is searching for the murderer, I’m worried..."

"Have you seen them?"

Geng Long fell silent for a moment before grunting in confirmation.

Song Chaoge quieted down, then shook his head and sighed, "Too hasty."

Geng Long pursed his lips.

Of course, he understood that meeting with those people from Yanbian wasn’t wise, but...

Just thinking of that man surnamed Jiang made him lose sleep at night.

"Now that the whole of Haojiang is hunting the killer, wouldn’t your sudden departure be a self-admission of guilt?"

Geng Long paused, looking at the figure in front of him, a point he hadn’t considered.

"Stay, it’s fine."

Song Chaoge turned around, smiling.

"Young Master Song, I take responsibility for my own actions. I absolutely won’t drag you down."

Having said that, Geng Long bowed to Song Chaoge. For the first time, without waiting for a response, he turned and left straight away.

In the hallway.

He encountered Guo Anle. Geng Long merely called out "Young Master Guo" and passed by without pausing.

Guo Anle couldn’t help but stop and look back at Geng Long’s retreating figure, feeling something was off.

The sturdy back quickly vanished down the corridor.

Instead of returning to his room, Geng Long stepped into the elevator, pressed the ground floor button, and then took out his phone to make a call.

"Mr. Geng."

Without much small talk, Geng Long got straight to the point: "Mr. Yu, where are you?"

On the other end was Haojiang’s leading big shot, Yu Guangrong.

"I’m at MGM, Mr. Geng. Is there something you need?"

"Do you have time, Mr. Yu?"

"When?"

"Now."

Yu Guangrong pondered for a moment, probably checking the time, "I’m afraid that won’t work right now, how about in an hour?"

"That works. I’ll come to MGM in an hour."

"No, Mr. Yu, you go to Bright and Co. I’ll wait for you there."

"Okay."

Geng Long hung up the phone. On the ground floor, the elevator doors opened, and he walked out.

"Brother Long."

His subordinates opened the car door for him.

"Bang."

Geng Long, however, closed the back door of the car with a backhand motion.

The two subordinates were startled, not understanding why.

"Book yourself plane tickets and leave Haojiang immediately."

The two exchanged glances, confused: "Brother Long, what’s going on?"

"Don’t ask, just go to the airport and take the next flight out."

The two subordinates, alarmed by Geng Long’s grave expression, dared not say anything more.

"Understood, Brother Long."

Geng Long walked around to the driver’s side, opened the door, sat down, and drove off himself.

The He Family’s holdings were not limited to casinos and hotels, but also included commercial companies.

Bright and Co. was one of them.

However, Yu Guangrong held a substantial share in this company and served as the general manager.

Geng Long got out of the car, looked up at the dazzling building bathed in sunlight, sat in the car for ten minutes, then pushed the door open and stepped down.

"Mr. Geng, Mr. Yu is on his way, please have a seat for a moment."

The female secretary in a black silk short skirt brought tea, her cleavage tantalizing as she bent over.

But to someone like Geng Long, women were nothing more than trivial tools.

"Thank you."

About fifteen minutes later, Yu Guangrong arrived at the office, flanked by four muscular men, and entered the building.

"Has he arrived?"

"Yes, Mr. Geng has been waiting for over ten minutes."

Yu Guangrong nodded, glancing in the direction of the reception room.

"Go on with your work."

The secretary smiled obediently, turned, and walked away, her full hips swaying.

Yu Guangrong walked towards the reception room.

"Mr. Geng, sorry for the wait."

Yu Guangrong, punctual as ever, pushed open the door to the reception room.

"It’s me who arrived early."

Geng Long rose to his feet.

Yu Guangrong gestured with his hand, "Please, sit."

Both men took their seats.

"Mr. Geng, you seem to be in a hurry to see me. Is there something urgent?"

Yu Guangrong asked with a smile, his mature, square face making him look less like a Jianghu boss, capable of life and death decisions, and more like a successful businessman.

"Mr. Yu, since you have such reach in Haojiang, I wonder if you could help me acquire some firearms?"

This request was so forthright that even Yu Guangrong was caught off guard, his smile momentarily freezing.

He glanced at Geng Long’s scarred face and confirmed, "Firearms?"

Geng Long nodded calmly.

Yu Guangrong pondered for a moment, "If I may ask, what do you need firearms for, Mr. Geng?"

"You must have heard about the incident at the Mandarin Oriental, right?"

Geng Long met his gaze.

Yu Guangrong didn’t deny it, nodding, "I’ve heard."

"The situation in Haojiang isn’t very stable, so I’d like to get some weapons for self-defense," Geng Long stated. "It’s always best to be prepared."

The reason was logical and fitting for his identity as the ’Nine-patterned Dragon.’

Yu Guangrong gave nothing away, seemingly deep in thought.

Geng Long, not rushing him, picked up his teacup and drank.

A few seconds later, Yu Guangrong looked at him and tentatively asked, "What kind of firearms are you interested in, Mr. Geng?"

"What do you have, Mr. Yu?"

Geng Long countered.

Yu Guangrong smiled faintly, "If you’re looking for simple weapons, I might be able to find a way. But if your requirements are high, then I’m afraid..."

Geng Long also smiled, holding his teacup, repeating, "It’s just for self-defense."

Yu Guangrong nodded.

"Understood."

"Then I’ll have to trouble Mr. Yu."

"Not at all, Mr. Geng."

"I won’t take up more of your time then."

Both men rose from their seats.

They shook hands.

"Mr. Yu, please, stay."

Stopping Yu Guangrong from seeing him out, Geng Long left the reception room.

Yu Guangrong didn’t insist. After Geng Long walked away, he sat down alone in the reception room, absentmindedly pinching the webbing between his thumb and forefinger, his gaze contemplative.

The assassination at the Mandarin Oriental last night had caused an uproar throughout the city.

Not only the officials, but the He Family had also issued orders for a thorough investigation.

With both the dark and light sides of The Jianghu giving commands, the whole of Haojiang was stirred into action.

Now, everyone was investigating the origins of those assassins.

Indeed.

These rats from Yanbian are up to no good wherever they go.

Although the incident had only happened last night, Yu Guangrong knew of those Yanbian men as soon as they had arrived in Haojiang.

However, he deliberately chose not to monitor them closely, so he was also unsure of who was behind it all.

This decision was undoubtedly wise.

Otherwise, he couldn’t sit here so comfortably, feigning ignorance.

Better to avoid trouble when possible.

Sometimes, you have to learn to close your eyes.

But now...

He needed weapons for self-defense.

This reason was somewhat plausible, yet lacked sufficient persuasion.

The assassins had been completely wiped out. At this time, if he were the one behind the scenes, he’d probably be too busy covering his tracks to stir up trouble, unless...

Yu Guangrong kept pinching the webbing of his hand, and suddenly, a bold guess sprang to mind.

Could it be...

Were those Yanbian rats brought in by the very ’Nine-patterned Dragon’ who had just visited?

Upon further consideration, Yu Guangrong found the logic questionable.

Even if it were true and Geng Long had hired them, what reason would he have to target Westerners?

He knew the Nine-patterned Dragon’s character, but no matter how cruel and malicious he was, it would be unlike him to...

This wasn’t just senseless killing; it was creating trouble for himself.

Anyone with a bit of sense wouldn’t do something like this.

Yu Guangrong, unable to come up with a satisfactory explanation, knew one thing for certain.

Since Geng Long had approached him, he could no longer sit back and ignore it.

He’d always been a spectator on the shore, not wishing to be pulled into the sea.

"Troublesome times."

Releasing the pinch on his hand, Yu Guangrong, who had climbed from the lowly position of a stacking code to the peak of Haojiang, muttered a sigh, then took out his phone and made a call. As the call connected, his expression grew serious.

"Miss He, this is Yu Guangrong."

"There’s something I’d like to report to you."