Inheritance of Two Trillion
Chapter 1336 - 1245: The Person Who Doesn’t Intend to Play by the Rules

Chapter 1336: Chapter 1245: The Person Who Doesn’t Intend to Play by the Rules

If it were just ordinary money or possessions that had been stolen, Bai Xiaosheng wouldn’t be as anxious as this.

But among the contents of the luggage were gifts intended for the Wei Family, including a purple clay teapot that Bai Xiaosheng had put his heart and soul into crafting!

Right now, those items were Bai Xiaosheng’s Achilles’ heel!

Thankfully, with Sun Jierui there, the whereabouts of the items were somewhat accounted for.

After a brief two-minute call, Sun Jierui turned to Bai Xiaosheng and said, "Alright, the intermediary has been arranged. We just need to wait at the ’ransom exchange spot’!"

"Ransom exchange spot?" Bai Xiaosheng asked with a frown.

Lin Weiwei and Lei Ying looked at Sun Jierui, puzzled as well.

"This here is the notorious Fourteenth District in Ganande. It’s a bit chaotic, but rules are highly respected here! You’re allowed to redeem your own lost items here, but you have to go to a designated place—the ransom exchange spot. There are more than a dozen ransom exchange spots in the whole district, and the intermediary has informed me about the approximate location of the one we’re headed to. I know where it is; just follow me," Sun Jierui explained.

"Will that intermediary show up there?" Bai Xiaosheng asked.

Sun Jierui shook his head, "The intermediaries here never show their faces in front of us or the gangs. They always contact through phone calls to avoid any issues with the transaction, in case they need to be tracked down for revenge. If there’s a big mess, the intermediary will disappear for a while, then resurface with a new identity and continue their business. As for how exactly it works, I’m not too clear on that."

Finishing, Sun Jierui shrugged his shoulders with a chuckle, "Doesn’t it feel like I’m rather familiar with this place, as if I’m part of the gang?"

Drawing closer, Sun Jierui lowered his voice and said, "Actually, I have a friend who works as an intermediary here."

"Anyway, you guys can rest easy. As long as you follow the rules of the district, there will be no problems with your stuff. You just need to pay them enough money," Sun Jierui said.

"Will they mess with our stuff? They don’t know what’s inside, how will they appraise it?" Bai Xiaosheng asked again.

What he was most worried about were those gifts, which could be dirtied or damaged by the street thugs.

"Those guys are cunning; they’ll appraise based on the quality of the suitcase and the attitude of the owner," Sun Jierui reassured Bai Xiaosheng with a pat on the shoulder, "Don’t worry, with me here, I won’t allow them to make outrageous demands and rip us off!"

Sun Jierui thought Bai Xiaosheng was worried about the price.

"However, I haven’t been here for a long time, so I’m not sure if the people here have changed. We need to take some safety precautions!" Sun Jierui muttered to himself.

Bai Xiaosheng wasn’t clear about what Sun Jierui’s "safety precautions" were, but truthfully, he didn’t care. As long as the other party showed up with the items, that was enough!

The so-called street folk here probably weren’t aware of whose stuff they had taken.

Then he and Lei Ying would give them a lesson — Asian faces aren’t to be trifled with!

...

At this moment, in a deserted warehouse, five or six cars were parked in a row.

Over twenty individuals dressed in "trendy" fashion, dense with tattoos, were chatting and laughing—all of them bulky and robust.

Some technicians were busy modifying the vehicles.

Some modifications were for street racing, while others were for "sale."

An ear-piercing whistle suddenly rang out.

The chatting crowd, as if on cue, turned their heads towards the entrance.

A man with a sinister complexion and a bald head swaggered in, pulling along a large suitcase.

Two other people followed behind him, each dragging a suitcase and all wearing smiles.

"It’s Martin!"

"Looks like he’s hit the jackpot!"

"That smug look is rather annoying!"

"Keep it down, this guy isn’t someone you want to mess with..."

The people present spoke in low voices, exchanging words quietly.

Martin, acting as if he heard nothing, continued to stride inside proudly.

"Martin, seems like you’ve landed a big haul!" Suddenly, a deep, composed voice filled the room, and the surrounding noise came to an abrupt halt, as if on command.

A bearded old man stepped forward, exuding a powerful presence.

Everyone looked at him obsequiously.

He was the boss here, one of the overlords of the district, known by the nickname— "Daddy."

The bald-headed Martin, who had swindled the luggage from Bai Xiaosheng and his companions, immediately cracked a grin and nodded to the old man, saying, "Daddy, this time, I’ve come across a group of fat sheep from Asia!"

While speaking, Martin tossed a set of keys towards a skinny man standing by the car, who caught them.

"Porcupine, take care of the taxi outside. If someone comes to redeem it within five days, sell it back; if not, strip it for parts! Hmph, thinking they can just get along in this district without registering with us, not so easy!" Martin ordered loudly.

The skinny man grinned, exposing his yellow teeth full of tartar, and only nodded after seeing that "Daddy" was silent.

"Road Tyrant" Martin wasn’t known for nothing; he specialized in removing vehicles that didn’t follow "the rules."

Not only was he quick-witted, but his skills were also formidable. Rumor had it he was a former MMA member who had joined the district with a few fierce henchmen, very domineering.

Sometimes, he even dared to challenge "Daddy" himself.

"Hey, who here knows how to pick locks without damaging anything? These suitcases are all designer brands, worth at least a few hundred bucks each!" Martin looked around at the crowd.

There was no shortage of talent here; surely there would be a "Locksmith."

A chubby man was about to step forward but was stopped by "Daddy."

Naturally, Martin saw this and frowned, looking at "Daddy."

"Martin," "Daddy" said with a smile, "I’m sorry, but you can’t touch these suitcases."