Chapter 137: Only a Fierce Dragon Crosses the River

Jin Er held a very high status in the underworld. The fact that he could become a boss across various circles proved he possessed not only strength but also immense wisdom. After hanging up on Xu Fengbin, he quickly calmed down. On the surface, Jin Er appeared boisterous and seemingly brainless, but how could anyone who had risen to the rank of a boss truly be brainless?

Standing at about 1.7 meters, Jin Er wasn’t particularly tall. He wasn’t too old either, looking to be around forty-one or forty-two. However, his hair was already graying. They said those who went gray early were highly intelligent, and Jin Er fit the bill perfectly.

"That Xu Yunzong is dead?"

At this moment, Jin Er was in a private clubhouse, enjoying a massage. Besides the masseuse, he also had two assistants by his side. As for bodyguards, he had no need for them, but he couldn’t function without his assistants. After all, if even pampered celebrities had managers, how could an underworld boss like Jin Er not have assistants?

The two assistants consisted of one man and one woman. The man was an elder in his fifties, dressed casually in an undershirt. The woman was quite tall, standing at nearly 1.75 meters. She had thick eyebrows and large eyes, but she possessed a very square jaw. How should one describe it? If she glued on a mustache, she would easily pass for a man! But in reality, she was just a large-boned woman with a square face. Although she was tall, her looks were nothing to write home about, made all the more striking by the vintage qipao she wore.

"Yes. The official report stated it was suicide by jumping off the building. There were no external injuries, and no one was seen going up to the rooftop," the old man in the undershirt replied in a low voice.

"Not bad," Jin Er nodded. "We really shouldn’t underestimate this kid. Let’s do this, Cui. Since he’s come to Capital City, you’re in charge of finding him and getting the job done. Make it clean!"

"Understood," Cui nodded. Jin Er meant for him to find the guy and dispose of him. However, since the masseuse was present, he didn’t state it too bluntly.

"Good. Go handle it. I expect to hear from you by tomorrow morning!"

"Right away."

Cui walked out and picked up his phone to start mobilizing people. Capital City was their turf. With just a single phone call, factions across government, the underworld, and business circles would spring into action. That kid from Jiang City would find it very difficult to survive the night!

...

Meanwhile, after having dinner, Lin Jian and Qin San’Er walked to a small bar near the Beijing Worker’s Stadium. Since it had just gotten dark, the bar wasn’t crowded. The two walked in and took a seat at the counter. Lin Jian ordered a glass of Erguotou, while Qin San’Er ordered a cocktail.

"You must be Uncle Hu?"

Behind the bar stood a scruffy middle-aged man with a face full of hair. He looked to be around forty-five or forty-six, of average height, sporting a thick beard. Truth be told, that full beard gave him quite a bit of character, and this Uncle Hu had even gotten a perm—his hair was a mop of curls.

"Heh." Uncle Hu, who was wiping down a glass, looked Lin Jian up and down before suddenly sighing. "This glass is on me, kid. Finish it and leave."

"Oh? Do you know me?" Lin Jian asked in surprise.

Uncle Hu shook his head. "I don’t. This is our first time meeting. How could I know you?"

"Then what do you mean by that?" Lin Jian asked curiously.

Uncle Hu pondered for a moment. "Even if I don’t know you, I can guess. Jin Er just sent out word looking for a greenhorn from Jiang City. That’s you, isn’t it?"

"How do you know that the person Jin Er is looking for is me?" Lin Jian was genuinely curious. Could this guy tell fortunes?

Uncle Hu smiled and shook his head. "You’re a fresh face. Plus, anyone in the Ancient Martial Circle coming to Capital City from out of town always makes my place their first stop. You’re no exception!"

Lin Jian was left speechless. However, he also marveled at Jin Er’s Speed of action. Xu Fengbin had called him earlier, informing him that Jin Er had hung up the phone before he could even finish speaking, warning Lin Jian to be careful.

"Uncle Hu, is Jin Er rich?" Lin Jian suddenly asked an unrelated question.

Uncle Hu smiled. "Eight hundred!"

Lin Jian didn’t understand, but Qin San, who had been sitting quietly to the side, pulled out his wallet, counted out eight hundred yuan, and slid it over. Lin Jian was astonished—so just asking a question cost money!

Uncle Hu grinned and pocketed the cash. "Of course Jin Er is rich. He’s a big boss, and a descendant of the Man Qing dynasty to boot. He has enough money to crush you to death!"

"Understood," Lin Jian smiled. "Then if I ask you to put out a piece of news for me, how much will it cost?"

"That depends on what kind of news you’re releasing!"

"Eighty-eight billion to buy Jin Er’s life. If Jin Er wants to live, he needs to cough up eighty-eight billion to buy his life!"

Uncle Hu’s mouth twitched. This kid was truly a greenhorn! Did he think eighty-eight billion was eighty-eight yuan, or eighty-eight thousand? Eighty-eight billion could fund an entire army just to wipe Lin Jian out!

"AHEM. Eight hundred, and I’ll put the word out for you!"

It was eight hundred again! Qin San’Er continued to fish out the money.

Lin Jian stood up. "San’Er, pay for the drinks as well. Tell Jin Er that if he doesn’t bring the money within three days, he’ll have to bear the consequences!"

With that, Lin Jian turned and walked out. Qin San pushed another two hundred yuan across the counter and quickly strode after him!

However, once they were outside the bar, Qin San’Er said, "They’ll find us very soon!"

"Find a place to hide. You don’t need to follow me for the next three days. Wait for me at the airport at eight o’clock in the morning, three days from now. Don’t book a ticket, though. I might have to take a trip to Anxi.

"That’s all!"

After saying that, Lin Jian turned around and swiftly vanished into the night.

...

Meanwhile, people from the Martial Artist circles, business circles, and even the Six Gates Sect in Capital City were springing into action. Everyone was searching for a man named Lin Jian, who had come to Capital City from Jiang City.

They had to find him tonight!

However, just as everyone was inquiring around, Uncle Hu’s bar released a piece of explosive news!

Lin Jian from Jiang City had appeared at Uncle Hu’s bar just ten minutes ago and drank a glass of Erguotou!

Lin Jian from Jiang City had spent eight hundred yuan to buy a piece of information, asking how much money Jin Er had!

Lin Jian from Jiang City had spent another eight hundred yuan to publish a message: if Jin Er wanted to live, he had to cough up eighty-eight billion to buy his life!

If he didn’t hand over the money within three days, he would have to face the consequences!

As soon as this news broke, Uncle Hu’s bar was instantly packed to the brim. It was safe to say the place hadn’t been this lively in years. Tables were even set up outside the bar because there was no more seating inside! Many people came just to join in on the excitement; it was almost as crowded as watching a soccer match during the World Cup.

Among these guests, some were regulars, while others didn’t visit even once a year. After all, people in the Ancient Martial Circle were usually extremely low-key. But today, they couldn’t resist being spectators.

A formidable outsider had actually arrived in Capital City—a formidable outsider aiming for Jin Er’s life!

Thus, the news exploded!

The two messages spread like snowflakes throughout the Ancient Martial Circle.

Over at the massage clubhouse, Jin Er had already finished his session and was even dressed and walking out. Cui returned and softly reported the two pieces of explosive news.

Upon hearing them, Jin Er was utterly dumbfounded!

"He wants to extort eighty-eight billion from me? Damn, he couldn’t even steal that much if he robbed a bank! What kind of pipe dream is this kid having?

"Hurry up and find him, but don’t kill him right away. This brat is pretty amusing. It’s likely he doesn’t know the meaning of fear. I’ll personally teach him what fear is when the time comes!"

"Understood. We already have a lead. There was a guest who checked in at the Four Seasons Hotel this afternoon. He’s from Jiang City, named Lin Jian, and his age roughly matches. So, we’ve already sent people over!"

"Alright. Tell them to be careful. This greenhorn might not be that simple. One needs capital to act so arrogantly, don’t they?"

"Understood. You can rest assured when our people are on the job," Cui replied calmly.