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Chapter 169: A Crime Worthy of Death! Third Update

Chapter 169: Chapter 169: A Crime Worthy of Death! Third Update

*Hiss*! Taking a sharp breath, Cao San could clearly feel that under the force of Chen Wei’s fingertips, the bullet was gradually piercing through his flesh, about to shatter his forehead bone and brutally bore its way in!

Resist?

With what could he resist? Cao San was so terrified he nearly wet himself and couldn’t muster the strength to get up, let alone stop Chen Wei.

He’d seen fierce men before, but never anyone as vicious as this. In nearly twenty years roaming the underworld, Cao San had never heard of anything like it!

"Please, spare me. From now on, I’m willing to follow you and be your dog." To prevent Chen Wei from thinking he wasn’t sincere enough, Cao San even started mimicking a dog’s bark, very convincingly, with a "woof, woof, woof."

Chen Wei’s response was indifferent, his thumb’s pressure intensifying instead.

"Ah! *Hiss*! It hurts!" Cao San could feel something drilling into his brain!

Then, Chen Wei curved his middle finger, secured it with his thumb, aimed at the end of the bullet, and flicked it hard.

Bang!

A bursting sound was heard as Cao San’s head was pierced through, and blood splattered out.

His eyes wide open, he collapsed to the ground, never in his wildest dreams imagining that after swaggering around with Zhao Ziding for decades, his end would come in such a bizarre way.

Chen Wei stepped over Cao San’s body with one foot. Such a person wasn’t worth caring about.

The only person he really wanted to see was Zhao Ziding. Since today he had delivered the coffin himself, Zhao had to lie in it no matter what!

In the private room.

"Come, Godfather, another toast to you."

Qian Shihao and Zhao Ziding were still unaware of what was happening outside.

"Good, drink, drink." Just as Zhao Ziding was about to raise his glass, someone came over and leaned down to whisper something in his ear.

Because the distance was too great, combined with the singing of the woman, Qian Shihao couldn’t hear clearly.

"What! Cao San is dead!" Startled, Zhao Ziding couldn’t maintain his grip on the glass, which fell to the floor, shattering into pieces, with the liquor splashing everywhere.

Cao San...

Qian Shihao had heard of this man, saying that he was Zhao Ziding’s right-hand man wouldn’t be an exaggeration. Dead? How?

Qian Shihao suddenly worried whether people from other gangs had decided to come and fight Zhao Ziding for turf.

Qian Shihao was here for refuge; he didn’t want to get dragged into it.

Slapping his cheeks, he tried to sober up in case Zhao Ziding truly fell into a desperate situation later, providing an opportunity for him to flee amidst the chaos.

The man was about to lean closer to Zhao Ziding to speak.

Zhao Ziding raised his hand to stop him, saying, "No need to be so secretive, everyone here is our own, there are no outsiders, just say it!"

"A young man has come, don’t know who he is, carrying a coffin, saying he’s here to send Master Ding on his way, telling you to roll out and meet him. Third Master was angered, took people to deal with that guy, but who would’ve thought the fellow’s hand-to-hand combat skills were too great, dozens of our men just couldn’t lay a finger on him, and Third Master ended up losing his life because of it." The man relayed the whole matter as concisely as possible.

"What audacity!" Zhao Ziding slapped the coffee table hard with his palm.

Nobody expected what happened next; the glass coffee table instantly shattered, and the fragments scattered all over. Thankfully, no one was hurt.

Qian Shihao’s eyes widened, thinking it made sense – Zhao Ziding wouldn’t have reached his current position without some skills.

"Let’s go, gather all the brothers; I want to see who dares to send me to my funeral!" Zhao was more incensed by someone’s flagrant disregard for him than angry at the death of Cao San.

Just barging into his territory to cause trouble was one thing, killing Cao San was another, but all this turmoil just to deliver a coffin for himself, that was something Zhao Ziding couldn’t stomach.

"Right! I’ll begin evacuating the guests immediately and bring everyone over." The man left the private room first.

"Godfather, I’ll come with you. Maybe I can be of some help." Hearing that the enemy was just one person and it was on Zhao Ziding’s own turf, Qian Shihao let his guard down.

"All right, follow me then," Zhao Ziding replied offhandedly.

Second-floor hall.

The coffin was placed right in the center, with Chen Wei sitting on top of it.

The place wasn’t small, and Chen Wei didn’t bother to search room by room for Zhao Ziding; he simply waited there, for Zhao Ziding to come to him.

Since the other party considered himself a big shot who could cover the sky with one hand, after hearing about what Chen Wei had done just now, he would definitely be too angry not to come running.

Big shots definitely care about their face. They can lose anything, but this face absolutely cannot be lost!

Boom! Boom! Boom...

The sound of footsteps was hurried.

Inside Tianding Entertainment, there were passages every which way, and as far as Chen Wei could see, people were converging incessantly, like rivers flowing together, unstoppable.

A rough estimate showed that in Chen Wei’s line of sight alone there were no fewer than two to three hundred people, and more kept coming incessantly.

Some were dressed neatly, in uniforms of the wait staff, while others were dressed flamboyantly, in leopard prints, with red, blue, or green hair, sporting odd and extravagant tattoos...

But they all had one thing in common: they all had a lethal look on their faces!

In no time, Chen Wei was completely surrounded—there was no way in or out.

They didn’t rush to move.

"Make way!"

At the sound of the voice, they moved to create a clear passage.

Zhao Ziding, accompanied by Qian Shihao, walked out from the crowd.

Looking at Chen Wei, then at the brand-new coffin below him, Zhao Ziding asked with a skin-deep smile, "Young man, which family are you from to dare bring me a coffin? Afraid you’ve been used as a pawn by someone, aren’t you?"

"Being able to kill Cao San proves you have some skill. How about this, join the Mouse Gang and take Cao San’s place," Zhao Ziding offered.

"Sorry, not interested," Chen Wei rejected decisively.

Everyone thought Chen Wei must have gone mad.

Why would he reject such a good offer?

To take Cao San’s place would mean a future of luxury and everything one desired...

They all wanted to be Cao San.

But when the opportunity presented itself right in front of him, Chen Wei refused without a second thought.

They couldn’t help but wonder, who exactly had fed Chen Wei such bewitching soup?

"You hate me that much? Did I kill someone close to you, or someone you loved?" Zhao Ziding had killed countless people in his life and couldn’t remember them all. He was very curious about what hate or grudge Chen Wei bore against him to go to such lengths.

"You shouldn’t be unfamiliar with the name Chen Wei," Chen Wei asked in return.

"Chen Wei!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Ziding didn’t react with excitement, but it was Qian Shihao who showed the most agitation.

Wanting to step forward, but stopped by a hand from Zhao Ziding and a stern glance.

"I’m sorry..." Surrounded by Zhao Ziding’s people, Qian Shihao backed down, not daring to confront him, he apologized and retreated.

"So just because I sent someone to kill you, you want to kill me?" Zhao Ziding found it amusing, "Young man, what you’re doing isn’t worth it. Besides, you’re unharmed, right?"

"I might be fine, but the assassin you sent sliced my senior sister’s hand! Just for that, you deserve to die!"