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Chapter 164 - 103: A Ridiculous Excuse, Gritting Teeth to Accept, 7 Million to Take Down Fu Zongchen is a Bargain (Combined - )_4

Chapter 164: Chapter 103: A Ridiculous Excuse, Gritting Teeth to Accept, 7 Million to Take Down Fu Zongchen is a Bargain (Combined Chapter)_4

No one wants to be hunted, always scared even when sleeping. If seven million can solve the problem, I believe they wouldn’t refuse.

The question is, can it really?

"Oh..." Li Ming saw the cripple’s reply and pondered, "Do they know of my existence?"

Without any reason, the cripple wouldn’t contact the other survivors. The Black Hole Network had retaliated before, but to no avail, unless there was new hope.

The only "hope" he could think of was himself.

This kid is really cunning, the cripple sighed, "I don’t know. Many people don’t even know your father, they just know there’s a chance, perhaps to rid themselves of the trouble they carry."

Li Ming nodded secretly and continued, "Uncle cripple, the sooner this bullet arrives, the sooner the Black Hole Network’s trouble will be resolved."

Originally, Li Ming had no intention of getting involved with the old, weak, sick, and disabled of the Black Hole Network.

He didn’t want to fight with Fu Zongchen over some old trivial matters either.

He was preparing to wait for Wu Yanqing to return, then go find Fu Zongchen and have him call off the cripple’s assassination as well.

The involvement with the Black Hole Network would then be clear.

The life and death of others was not his concern.

However, plans cannot keep up with changes. Now that he had confronted Fu Zongchen, the people from the Black Hole Network should rightfully offer some help.

"By the way, Uncle cripple, the commander-in-chief of the Black Hole Network, Wang Yan, was just killed by me half an hour ago. Pay a little attention, and you’ll know," Li Ming added.

The cripple’s heart suddenly jumped, as if gripped, and a complex emotion surged in his heart.

Old Li, your son, what kind of monster is he!

"If that’s the case, this bullet will be delivered to you as soon as possible," the cripple assured.

Originally, he couldn’t convince the other survivors to believe him without revealing Li Ming’s identity.

But now, Wang Yan’s death is sufficient proof, confirming that this opportunity indeed exists.

Closing the webpage, Li Ming pondered for a moment, then opened another software. Interlocking 3D lines sketched out a dagger pattern.

...

Two hours later, in the office of Fu Zongchen at the Secret Council.

"Sir, there’s nothing inside the car body, the memory chip was removed, and the battery seems to have been exploded by an external force, residual ions can be detected." A subordinate reported softly.

"I know," Fu Zongchen said indifferently, waving his hand to dismiss the subordinate, his expression suddenly turned ferocious, filled with rage: "Wang Yan was a D-class Life Form, and the rock tortoise gene seed is known for its defense."

"That he could be killed by a battery explosion, they’re fooling ghosts! How dare they!"

"How dare he!"

Bang! His hands slammed on the desk, leaving a deep palm imprint immediately.

"Unexpected." On the other side, Sain said leisurely, "Very much like Wu Yanqing, acting recklessly but leaving no handles to be caught."

"No handles? After killing my assistant, should I let him go scot-free?" Fu Zongchen suddenly turned around, his eyes burning with a dark fury almost solidifying.

Sain chuckled, "Calm down, Your Honor. We both know, this case can’t be pursued further. Since the memory chip is taken, whatever Wang Yan did in the car won’t stay hidden. How will you explain it then?"

"You might even be bitten back," Sain added.

Fu Zongchen’s cheeks twitched, he took a deep breath, slowly calming down. He knew this logic already, he was just venting his emotions earlier.

"I’m curious how Wang Yan was killed by Li Ming," Sain remarked while swirling his drink.

"Perhaps it’s something Wu Yanqing left behind, or maybe Luo Chuan made a move. He’s just a small problem, the biggest trouble is still Wu Yanqing," Fu Zongchen replied impatiently, "To overthrow Wu Yanqing, there are plenty of ways to frame him."

"The public’s opinion outside has already reached a certain extent, but the attitudes of the three commissioners remain ambiguous. It’s hard for you to force them through public opinion to make a decision against Wu Yanqing," Sain said.

"I’ve already said, this is just the beginning," Sain added softly, "No hurry."

Fu Zongchen snorted, "Wu Yanqing and I are already irreconcilable if he turns the tables, don’t blame me for not being remorseful towards you."

Sain smiled silently.

...

Five days passed, there was still no news from the cripple, Li Ming did not urge either. Crowdfunding these things naturally requires convincing a lot of people.

"...This is a carbon crystalline soft tissue structure, soft skin protection, high-frequency triple vibration, sixteen settings... and you give me only two hundred thousand?"

Li Ming was clearly very dissatisfied. The workbench in front of him was displaying an object in the shape of a small whale, as he was negotiating with the Black Hole Network.

"This price is already fair enough. If it weren’t for a bit of creativity, it wouldn’t fetch even one hundred thousand," the Black Hole Network responded rather rudely.

The market for designs was much smaller than Li Ming had imagined, mainly because the replicability of this stuff was too high.

He had originally been eager to create some lethal design drawings, but the last electric heat dagger had given him a slap in the face.

Complexity was one aspect, the trouble was that it couldn’t be sold.

More precisely, it couldn’t sell at the price he wanted. On the Black Hole Network, various weapons were everywhere, and it was almost impossible to innovate in this area.

What he could think of, others had iterated many times over.

"It’s quicker to assassinate a few people," Li Ming pinched his nose as he sold his little gadget to the Black Hole Network.

The design drawing money-making scheme was bankrupt, but at least he had gained a fusion profession earlier, so it wasn’t entirely a wasted effort.

After packing up, Li Ming looked at the time, it was already nine o’clock. He pondered, "The time should be just about right, it’s time to go."