The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 408 Prophecy of the God_1

Chapter 408: Chapter 408 Prophecy of the God_1

"Ouyang Zhong?"

The dwarf seemed surprised and asked, "What do you want with him?"

Zhang Xian said, "I have some beef with him, and recently, he’s been too active for my liking. I want to sort things out with him. He’s got me running around everywhere, and I don’t have that kind of time."

"You want to kill the guy?"

The little man frowned and said, "Brother, I advise you not to mess with him. In this area, his power is second to none. Seventy percent of the drugs basically come from his hands. It may have been manageable before when he didn’t have a lot of manpower. But since he joined the Sanhe Group, his forces have increased significantly."

"That’s not of my concern."

Zhang Xian said, "I just want to know if he is here and where he is staying."

The dwarf was unsatisfied with Zhang Xian’s arrogance and looked at Da Meng for support.

It’s one thing to act cocky when you have the ability, but without the power, what’s the point? He figured Zhang Xian might be some rich kid, overconfident because of some family influence.

In other places, power might be of some use. But if it comes down to fisticuffs here, who the hell cares about your influence? No matter how prestigious your family is, they can’t surpass the state, can they?

Every tough guy here risks their life daily, who cares about your bloody elite family background?

"Umm..."

Da Meng laughed, "Our boss is quite skilled, just say what you need. If our boss says it’s okay, then there’s definitely no problem. Why else would I acknowledge Brother Xian as the boss?"

"There’s a new shipment coming in, Ouyang Zhong is here."

The dwarf looked at Zhang Xian with renewed surprise, "But, they always have a lot of people during the shipments, so it’s not a good time to make a move."

"As long as he’s here, just give me the address."

Zhang Xian stood up, sneered, "No matter how many people there are, if I want his life, no one can save him."

"Uh..."

The dwarf didn’t know how to describe Zhang Xian anymore.

He had seen arrogant people before, but never one as arrogant as this. He was acting like he was the best in the world!

Of course, he hadn’t seen Zhang Xian’s true power. If he had, he definitely wouldn’t think like this. Would a powerful person who doesn’t even take Innate masters seriously be afraid of a bunch of minions?

Da Meng looked at the dwarf and asked, "Can you take us there? We don’t know the way."

"Well..." the dwarf hesitated.

Zhang Xian’s arrogance didn’t sit well with him. If it weren’t for Da Meng being there, he wouldn’t even bother entertaining this. In his view, this was no different from seeking death.

However, this request came from Da Meng, a friend he had been through thick and thin with for years, he found it hard to outright refuse.

Da Meng patted the dwarf on the shoulder and said, "Trust me."

"Alright!"

The dwarf nodded and said, "I can take you there, but I won’t get involved in your affairs, nor will I provide any assistance. I want to preserve my life for as long as possible."

Da Meng burst into laughter, stood up, and walked outside.

Zhang Xian smiled and followed.

He knew that the dwarf had some prejudices against him, but he didn’t want to explain. Some things are better proven by actions.

Under the direction of the dwarf, the Grand Cherokee sped all the way and soon arrived at an old residential area.

Compared to other places, the houses in this area were tightly packed, even small cars would have a hard time getting in. The width of the alley was only two meters, and the houses all looked the same.

If you’re not familiar with this place, you’d definitely get lost once you go in. The differences between each alley and house were so minute that it could only be described as subtle.

"Be careful in this place and stay close, don’t get lost, it will be hard to find your way back," the dwarf reminded.

Zhang Xian was fine as he had his mind to assist him, he had no fear of getting lost. With a single sweep of his senses, he could quickly spot the differences around him, even the slightest changes couldn’t escape his notice.

The others, hearing this, immediately followed closely, afraid of losing their way. This damn place looked the same all around, and in the dead of night, they hardly could see anything, let alone the way.

Soon, the dwarf stopped at the end of an alley.

Zhang Xian walked forward, stretched out his mind to scan the area, and frowned deeply.

In front of them was a large courtyard with high walls, over three meters high. He had just scanned the area with his senses and found that there was an open space behind the walls, but it was already beyond the range of his mind. In other words, it would be somewhat difficult to get in if this was Ouyang Zhong’s base. Since he couldn’t scan any further with his mind, he didn’t know what the situation was inside the courtyard, especially since the others had guns.

If the villa were close to the back wall, he could simply enter from the back. If it was in the middle, he would expose himself to the enemy’s gunfire once he entered, and risk being shot to pieces.

Right now, he did not believe he could withstand bullets. Under a torrent of bullets, he would not be able to dodge either.

"Is this the place?" Da Meng asked.

Zhang Xian also turned to look at the dwarf, hoping that this crappy place wasn’t Ouyang Zhong’s hideout.

The dwarf nodded and said, "Yes, this is it. There’s a two-story building inside this wall, which is Ouyang Zhong’s base."

Zhang Xian frowned and asked, "Is the small building right in the middle of this open space, or is it closer to the rear wall?"

"The wall was built to block people. It’s impossible that they would build the building next to the wall, they would definitely place it in the center," replied the shorty.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xian understood the purpose of the wall. It was intentionally built by those guys. In case of an attack, they can hide behind it, while an approaching enemy will reveal their position.

"Brother Xian, this situation is unfavorable for us!" Da Meng said unhappily.

"Brother..."

Zhang Xian suddenly turned his head to the shorty, and asked: "Do you know what their usual activities are?"

The shorty shook his head, "Brother, how could I possibly know these things? I may know their movements well, but how can I know about their drug activities? I only have a general idea."

"Um, we’ll come back tomorrow."

Zhang Xian hesitated, "We’ll find out their movements first, if we rush in now, I’m afraid that guy Ouyang Zhong will flee."

Hearing this, the shorty was caught in a dilemma.

’Is this guy crazy? With the current situation, can we even get in? And he’s afraid they’ll run away? They have dozens of people and guns. Do we have to act like desperate dogs?’

Actually, he knew it would end up like this before they even left. It was a wasted trip, and now they had to go back.

However, he knew Zhang Xian would not give up without coming here, so he didn’t bother trying to persuade him and just brought him over directly.

"Shorty, you have a place to stay, right?" Da Meng asked.

The shorty nodded. They, the people on their side, would always have more than one room at home. There would often be friends visiting. Whether they were there for business or to seek refuge, there would always be quite a few people.

Immediately, the group left the strange residential area and dove back into the Grand Cherokee, heading for the shorty’s house.

After entering the room arranged by the shorty, Zhang Xian took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhu Qing’s number.

He knew that the girl was sulking now. However, he had many women around him, each needing comforting like Zhu Qing. If he spent all his time soothing his girlfriends, he would have no time left for anything else.

So, he had no intention of placating Zhu Qing. About how to get that girl’s forgiveness, he didn’t consider it now as he was sure he could handle it later.

"The subscriber you are calling is busy..." A mechanical voice came from the mobile phone after a while.

Zhang Xian was stunned, and with a bitter smile, he lay down on the bed.

’This little girl, she actually doesn’t answer my calls now. This time, I must have pissed her off quite a bit! When I go back, I’ll have to drop by there.’

...

The next morning, after washing up, Zhang Xian and the others, led by the shorty, arrived at a breakfast shop.

There wasn’t much entertainment here, except for those with a dark nature, such as bars, night clubs, and such places. The rest were mostly shops.

However, the catering here was very popular. The people here usually didn’t cook for themselves, and rushed to restaurants when it was time to eat.

"This shop’s food is good."

Settling down, the shorty chuckled, "I eat breakfast here almost every day."

Da Meng laughed, "Honestly, among our old friends, you’re the most carefree, leisurely every day, and also have a steady income."

"What? I’m not as carefree as you!" The shorty was a bit dissatisfied.

His job was selling information. He had extensive connections and was especially good at prying news. Generally speaking, as long as he was willing to investigate, there was nothing in the surrounding area he couldn’t find.

Of course, there were people he dared not investigate unless they offered a price that attracted him. He dared not investigate Ouyang Zhong and his group.

"Brother shorty..."

Zhang Xian suddenly smiled and said, "I have a question for you. Have you ever heard of an organization called ’The Voice of God’?"

"The Voice of God?"

The shorty was stunned, "Which organization is so powerful? Even ’The Voice of God’?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xian knew that the shorty hadn’t heard of it before.

’The Voice of God’, was the secret organization Old Man Han had asked him to investigate last time. He only had a name, and every time he thought about it, he didn’t know how to start the investigation.

Da Meng suddenly said, "I seem to have heard of that, but I can’t remember where I heard it."

Zhang Xian asked in surprise, "Do you know this secret organization?"

Da Meng shook his head, "I don’t know, I just seem to have heard of it somewhere, just a name."

Zhang Xian frowned, "Think again. I promised a friend that I would help him find this organization. I don’t want to miss any information."

"It seems..."

Da Meng racked his brains, then suddenly slapped his thigh, "Yes, I heard it in Sunset Town, it was that dead Eighth Master. He had mentioned something about ’The Voice of God’."

"Eighth Brother..." Zhang Xian was stunned.

’That guy, is he a member of The Voice of God? I had indeed heard before that there was a powerful organization behind him.’