Urban Super Soldier King
Chapter 327 - 327 327 My Goods Were Stolen

327: Chapter 327 My Goods Were Stolen 327: Chapter 327 My Goods Were Stolen Xiang Yu had intended to use the elevator to go directly to the top floor when he suddenly heard footsteps at the stairwell.

Turning his head, he caught a glimpse of a shadow calmly descending from above.

The figure glanced at Xiang Yu and then started heading outside.

“Stop right there,” Xiang Yu suddenly called out.

He wasn’t sure it was the person he was looking for, but being encountered by someone at this late hour was enough to send chills down anyone’s spine.

Upon hearing Xiang Yu’s shout, the figure broke into a run.

Xiang Yu was certain it was him and promptly gave chase.

The man was fast, and he was about to get away.

Xiang Yu drew his dagger and threw it at the man’s neck.

It was clear that the person was no ordinary individual; he seemed to sense the incoming dagger and dodged by tilting his head, the blade grazing his neck and leaving behind a streak of blood.

The man didn’t stop and soon vanished into the darkness.

Although Xiang Yu didn’t see his face, he was sure he had never seen this person before.

And since there was no sniper rifle on him, he was probably not there for an assassination but for surveillance.

The first person Xiang Yu suspected was Yang Ming, but Yang Ming didn’t seem to have subordinates this skilled.

If he had such people under him, he probably wouldn’t have waited until now; he would have come to settle accounts with Xiang Yu long ago.

Xiang Yu returned to the hotel and then let Xiao Xuan go to rest while he himself slept on the sofa for the night.

In the morning, Zhong Qin got up early and tiptoed over to where Xiang Yu was sleeping on the sofa, intending to pinch his nose.

Xiang Yu had been awake for a while, actually.

After what happened last night, he had been in a state of half-sleep, ready to wake up at the slightest noise.

As Zhong Qin approached, Xiang Yu lazily turned over and grabbed her leg, taking the opportunity to smack her bottom twice.

Startled, Zhong Qin tried to run, but couldn’t move with Xiang Yu holding onto her leg.

“You big bully, pretending to be asleep when you’re clearly awake,” pouted Zhong Qin as she gently punched Xiang Yu’s back.

Only then did Xiang Yu chuckle and sit up, pinching Zhong Qin’s face and saying, “If I don’t watch out for you, little devil, you’ll get me good.”

“You’re the little devil,” retorted Zhong Qin indignantly, her playful nature becoming more evident the more familiar she became with Xiang Yu.

Just then, Xiang Yu’s cellphone suddenly rang; it was Pan Wenjie calling.

“Come to headquarters at nine,” said Pan Wenjie and hung up the phone, remaining as cold and detached as ever.

“You’re going to meet that bunch of jerks again,” Zhong Qin said, not pleased.

Xiang Yu just smiled and didn’t respond; he was considering why Pan Wenjie wanted him to come.

Now that the week’s deadline had passed, it must be about that shipment of goods.

The goods had been destroyed by Xiang Yu long ago, so he would have to play it by ear when the time came.

After eating something quickly at the hotel, Tie Zhuzi returned, humming a tune.

It was obvious that he had enjoyed himself and seemed to want more of it.

“Brother Yu, all the issues have been dealt with.

You know, that Wang Ze is quite something, keeping his men well in line,” Tie Zhuzi said, summarizing what had happened.

A few had opposed, and Tie Zhuzi had simply picked them up and thrown them out.

His forceful approach had intimidated everyone present immediately.

Of course, there were those who still disagreed, and they were all disabled by Wang Ze.

Having seen Xiang Yu disable Shi Potian, Wang Ze followed suit and dealt with those who defied him in the same way.

Xiang Yu was not surprised that Wang Ze could control those men.

It was clear that Wang Ze had potential, it just hadn’t been realized yet.

“Xiao Xuan, you stay here to protect Zhong Qin.

Zhuzi, come with me to the headquarters,” Xiang Yu arranged.

Yesterday evening’s man, Xiang Yu wasn’t sure if the other party was coming for him or for Zhong Qin, he had to be vigilant and couldn’t afford any carelessness.

Around half-past eight, Xiang Yu and Tie Zhuzi set off.

When they arrived at the headquarters, it was just past nine.

Seeing that Miao Honglei wasn’t there and it was Pan Wenjie who was presiding, he swaggered over and sat down on the sofa.

As soon as he sat down, he was met with two vicious stares, one from Pan Wenjie and the other from Yang Ming.

Xiang Yu couldn’t care less about them and let out a yawn, leaning back comfortably.

Pan Wenjie, frustrated and angry, slapped the table and said, “Xiang Yu, do you even consider me your elder brother?”

Pan Wenjie wasn’t the team leader, but he was Miao Honglei’s right-hand man.

If Miao Honglei wasn’t around, he could mobilize everyone.

“The only elder brother I recognize is Miao Honglei; I don’t acknowledge anyone else,” Xiang Yu said without giving any face, then just stared back at Pan Wenjie.

“Fine, fine, fine, Xiang Yu, you’re tough.

You think that with the elder brother backing you, you own the heavens?

Let me tell you, sooner or later, I’ll make you wish you were dead,” Pan Wenjie said unhindered.

“Now, let’s get to the point.

Yang Ming, you first; have you finished selling that batch of goods?” At this moment, Pan Wenjie couldn’t do anything to Xiang Yu, and he could only swallow his anger and then look for an opportunity to kill Xiang Yu.

Yang Ming looked coldly at Xiang Yu and bluntly said, “The batch has been completely sold, and the money will be brought over this afternoon.”

Xiang Yu, relaxed and laid-back, looked at Yang Ming and said, “Captain Yang, your face is still so swollen.

It’s been so long; hasn’t it gone down yet?”

“Xiang Yu!” Unable to endure it any longer, Yang Ming leapt up, about to attack Xiang Yu.

The other three team leaders hurriedly held him back, not letting him act impulsively; after all, they were at the headquarters, and any trouble here could be a hassle.

Xiang Yu, nonchalant, pursed his lips and then took out some peanuts, beginning to eat them casually.

He knew that the goods of Yang Ming had all been stolen and destroyed by him.

Yang Ming’s claim of having sold them all was just pretending to be okay despite adversity.

The other three team leaders also reported that they had finished selling their goods and would bring the money in the afternoon.

Pan Wenjie, not wanting to talk to Xiang Yu, then looked at him, wanting him to speak up on his own.

“Why are you looking at me?

My face isn’t painted, and it’s not that pretty, is it?” Xiang Yu said nonchalantly.

Pan Wenjie was truly about to be driven mad by Xiang Yu, and if it weren’t for Miao Honglei backing Xiang Yu, he would have dearly loved to slash him up with a knife.

“How did the sale of your goods go?” Pan Wenjie practically clenched his teeth as he asked.

“I didn’t sell them; my goods were stolen,” Xiang Yu said indifferently.

Hearing this, Pan Wenjie’s heart started to laugh.

He had been worried about not catching Xiang Yu out, and now here he was, walking right into his trap; it was as if heaven’s gate was wide open but he refused to enter, yet stormed straight into hell’s doors.

“Say it again, what happened to your goods?” Pan Wenjie still kept a stern face as he asked.

Yang Ming also felt like an opportunity had come; he could seize this chance to give Xiang Yu a good lesson.

His goods had indeed been robbed, so he did not doubt Xiang Yu’s words for a second.

It’s just that Xiang Yu, this idiot, didn’t know how to adapt.

His goods had been taken, and now, he must himself come up with the money to cover the losses…