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Chapter 301 - 301 133 Do You Want to Experience the Warmth of a Bullet's Greeting

301: Chapter 133: Do You Want to Experience the Warmth of a Bullet’s Greeting?

301: Chapter 133: Do You Want to Experience the Warmth of a Bullet’s Greeting?

Whenever Elder Li started to handle things, there would always be complications.

It seemed that after he encountered CEO Cheng, his life began to go downhill.

He showed the house to people, and while showing it, he ended up losing the bridal house he had for his daughter—renting it to CEO Cheng for twenty-four thousand a year.

Talking to CEO Cheng about renting the house, he ended up becoming one of CEO Cheng’s underlings mid-conversation.

As a result, he soared through life, and as a middle-aged man, he happily became a lackey.

His happiness didn’t last many days before police shoved him into a car on the street and took him away, almost scaring him to death in Gru’s old house.

But, Li Haiping enjoyed such a thrilling life; he liked the feeling of his heart racing!

Only, today his heart seemed to be beating a bit too fast.

“please, my heart!

my heart…

I need pills!

please!

pills!

in my pocket!

sir!

please!”

With Little Black pointing a gun at his nose, Elder Li indicated that he needed nitroglycerin pills.

It might sound strange, but it seemed this house had a knack for attracting gunmen.

Last time, CEO Cheng was here with Thor putting a gun to his forehead as well.

But Thor was already dead, so, what about these people?

Yes, CEO Cheng’s house had been invaded by a group of unwelcome guests.

The reason Elder Li needed nitroglycerin was because he saw this group of people in the house.

Imagine this.

You are a Chinese American living on the West Coast, one day, you visit your old friend’s house.

You knock on the door, and it’s opened by a Little Black holding a gun, pointing it at your nose.

Isn’t that hellish enough?

Don’t rush.

You are pulled into the house by Little Black and you found yourself in despair when you see five other Black brothers inside.

Right, you’re being held at gunpoint by six unfamiliar and intimidating Black brothers who are all large and menacing.

Despair, right?

Elder Li was truly in despair, but the nitroglycerin saved his life; he was still alive.

Sometimes, being alive is worse than being dead.

Like Elder Li now, he had just heard a sentence that could be described as terrifying.

“Ever wondered what it feels like to be greeted warmly by a bullet in the ass?”

The question was posed by Little Deng, a young black brother who appeared to be in his teens or twenties, but whose words showed no respect for his elder.

“No, I don’t want to, I really don’t want that!”

Poor Elder Li was dragged in front of the couch by the disrespectful Little Black Brother.

His head was yanked up roughly, the kind of yanking that involves pulling hair.

“Don’t pull like that!

Get your hand off me!”

For the sake of his hair, Li Haiping could face down the barrel of a gun without fear!

The hair of a middle-aged man is as precious as life itself!

Little Black Brother was startled by Li Haiping’s sudden outburst; luckily, he had a steady hand and didn’t accidentally fire.

Elder Li turned his head fiercely and glared at the impolite Little Black, cursing him vehemently in his eyes, but he did not dare to actually vocally curse.

“Alright, look at me.

If you don’t want to die, answer my questions properly.”

The speaker was an old black brother who seemed to be in his forties or fifties, with a face that was both weathered and composed.

From his words, Li Haiping sensed something was amiss.

This middle-aged Black man was no simple character.

His English was very ‘on point’, not at all like the ‘on point’ you’d expect from a Black man!

“First question, what is your relationship with the owner of this house?”

The first question from the middle-aged Black brother left Elder Li dumbfounded.

Dammit, this house is mine, and you’re asking me what my relationship is with myself?

Bro, all of you are gun-toting black tough guys, coming here to play philosophy with me, right?

What’s my relationship with myself?

After a long thought, Elder Li had a moment of inspiration and he asked.

“Sir, you’re asking about the person living here, right?

You want to know what my relationship is with the person living here, is that it?”

The middle-aged black man nodded; he didn’t understand why Elder Li didn’t just answer directly, but he was patient.

“Go on, don’t play tricks, look into my eyes when you talk.

If you lie and I catch you, I won’t hesitate to kill you!”

Elder Li swallowed his saliva, but due to extreme nervousness, he found his mouth parched.

He looked into the middle-aged Black man’s eyes—what kind of eyes were they?

Fierce, determined, confident, brutal, calm…

Li Haiping didn’t know how to describe them.

But he found that when he made eye contact with the middle-aged Black man, he indeed didn’t dare to lie, not one bit.

“The owner of this house is a beast.

He only knows how to take advantage of me in business!

Not only does he take advantage of me, he doesn’t pay me a dime and has me work for him first!

I work hard, and he still doesn’t trust me.

After doing business with him for so long, he has taken all my benefits, and I still have to deliver fish to him today!

He hasn’t even paid for this fish yet!

You tell me, isn’t he a beast!”

Elder Li’s passionate complaint failed to stir even a ripple among any of the black tough guys.

The middle-aged Black man who was eyeing him for lies was even more composed, he even replied.

“Continue, keep going, tell me everything about your relationship with him!”

Upon hearing this, Elder Li dared not delay.

He didn’t even dare to blink, for fear that it would be misinterpreted as lying.

“He’s nothing but a pure beast!

Do you know how I met him?

Back then he was a wanderer begging for help from me, and I only charged him a hundred dollars!

I considered his predicament, only asking for the lowest price.

Later on, he always tried to take advantage of me in business.

I hate him, hate that he sought me out to partner up!”

Whoo-hoo-hoo…”

Toward the end, tears uncontrollably streamed from Elder Li’s eyes.

All the oppression and anxiety from this period were fully released in this moment.

“You said, when you first met him, he was a homeless man.

What kind of business were you doing with him then?”

The middle-aged black man pressed Elder Li for details in his story.

Elder Li could only cry his heart out: he felt too wronged.

Too wronged indeed.

I just wanted a more exciting life and to make some money on the side.

How could the pressure be so intense?

CEO Cheng, please come back soon; I can’t hold on much longer!

Noticing the middle-aged black man’s signal, Little Black Brother pressed the gun barrel against the back of Elder Li’s head and scolded him angrily.

“Crying?

Tears won’t help you!

Speak up!”

Elder Li sniffled, resigning himself to confess everything.

Luckily, CEO Cheng was punctual.

He promised three o’clock and was never late.

After the sound of the lock turning, CEO Cheng pushed open the door and returned to his home, which was full of uninvited guests.

“Ah, Elder Li, what game are you playing with these few unfamiliar friends?”

Being eyed by several black men he had never seen before, Cheng Daqi was nervous, of course, but he had no way out.

After all, these brothers lacked a sense of honor in battle.

He obviously held nothing in his hands, yet the black men pointed their guns at him as if he were a thief.

“Relax, guys, this is my house.

There’s no need for you to be so tense; it’s as if I’m the one who is out of place.”

CEO Cheng had seen even greater turmoil; it wasn’t the first time he was held at gunpoint, so he had ample experience in defusing crises.

Above him stood Temir, below stood Gru, to his left was Eris, and to his right was Elder Li—to die with him—so even if they faced death, they wouldn’t be alone.

Life’s storms come unexpectedly, and Cheng Daqi had no choice but to face it head-on.

Anger, resentment, regret, fear, panic—none of these emotions were helpful in the situation.

He chose to face it calmly and do his best to escape the deadlock.

“Drag this man away, lock him in the bathroom.

You, put your phone on the ground; we need to talk.”

The middle-aged black man with a face weathered by time spoke, and his orders were promptly executed.

Elder Li was dragged away to the bathroom by two young black men, and Cheng Daqi obediently placed his phone on the floor.

From the moment he entered the door, he had been trying to figure out who these brothers were.

Eris?

Impossible, the West Coast Dream Chaser doesn’t have such dark-skinned henchmen, and even if he did, not so many would act like this!

He is just a fixer and an agent, lacking the courage to flip the table.

Gru?

Equally impossible.

Although the top black cop takes no prisoners, he had just escaped a predicament: even if he held a grudge, he wouldn’t dare stir up trouble in the near term.

Gru values his high standing too much to risk it.

Temir?

It must be her; she is the only choice.

Why her?

Is it ultimately because he had gotten too close to her?

“Sit down.

What should I call you, Cheng Daqi or Chan?”

The middle-aged black man spoke in Chinese!

Cheng Daqi felt a chill run down his spine!

His skin broke out in goosebumps instantly!

This was too horrifying, so much so that it seemed almost magical!

A black boss with a squad of black gunmen who could actually speak Chinese!

And his Chinese was fluent and proper!

This had a bit of a Chinese Lovecraftian touch!

This was more preposterous than Kernor kowtowing to become a disciple!

Cheng Daqi didn’t harbor any discrimination or prejudice against black people; it was just that what was happening challenged the cognition of any normal person.

“Are you surprised?

Surprised that I speak Chinese, or surprised that I know your identity?”

Seeing Cheng Daqi’s stunned expression, the middle-aged black man’s countenance turned solemn as he continued to ask.

“Neither, I am wondering whose man you are.”

When playing a game of strength with a wild beast, one cannot afford to lose momentum, so Cheng Daqi picked a reason.

Losing momentum, being underestimated, and being seen through could be deadly.

“Oh?

You have many friends, do you?”

The middle-aged black man with a weathered face asked, his expression as unchanging as if he were stating a simple fact.

This was a master!

Cheng Daqi’s nerves tensed even more.

This moment might just be the pinnacle of fear he had felt since his rebirth.

When he was kidnapped, he had friends by his side, and the kidnappers could communicate; he felt powerless, but he could still jostle for position.

When Thor pointed a gun at him, Cheng Daqi was restrained by a fool, escaping easily in the end.

But today, a group of strangers had broken into his house, and they were all black men.

The most terrifying part was that their boss was a black man who spoke Chinese!

Cheng Daqi maintained a smile on his face and tried his utmost to appear composed while his brain was running at high speed.

The Caramakris Family wouldn’t use a bunch of black men as henchmen.

Could he be an admirer of Temir?

Impossible, the black-haired wealthy widow had run so many silver parties in the past; her admirers…

Who could it be then?

“Answer my question!”

The middle-aged black man intensified his approach, switching from Chinese to English.

No, that’s not it!

Cheng Daqi realized that not only did the man speak Chinese, but his English was also vastly different from that of the average black person.

The nuances in his casual speech indicated that he was not from the underclass!