What?
Qinjiang!
Rong Xing narrowed his eyes, sizing up the man in the transaction, and frowned: "What do you want with me if you want to kill Qin Jiang?"
"Cooperation! Since we have a common enemy, why not cooperate? Besides, we are already partners."
Rong Xing: "What common enemy?"
"What happened today has already spread like wildfire and everyone knows about it. Qin Jiang hit your sister in public and didn't give you any face. Don't you want to get revenge?"
Rongxing: "I don't want to! It was all a misunderstanding and it's already been cleared up..."
"Brother Rong! We've known each other for a long time, so let's not play games. Our Nest Sect has a blood feud with Qin Jiang. The big boss above has personally ordered our sect's experts to keep him in Pudi at all costs."
"The reason I've brought you here is to seek cooperation! After all, Qin Jiang is also your enemy. Even if you wipe him out, what will the outside world think of you? Who will dare to bare their teeth against you in Pudi after that..."
"And..." He changed the subject and looked at Rongxing: "We'll take care of this. We'll handle the killings... Your job is just to provide support, control the scene, and ensure his reinforcements arrive quickly."
"We have limited manpower!"
"As for the aftermath, you don't need to worry about it at all; you can put all the blame on our organization. Besides, we were the ones who did it in the first place..."
Rongxing was very tempted:
He could get revenge without bearing any consequences, but he was still a little worried: although he could openly pin the blame on the Nest Sect, anyone with eyes could see that he had interfered.
At that time, the Ning family...
The people from the Nest Gate seemed to see Rong Xing's worries: "Even if they know, so what? Killing Qin Jiang is slapping the Ning family in the face, which is helping the Zhou family save face. Do you think the Zhou family won't stand up for you?"
"Mr. Rong might even take this opportunity to boost his reputation. You said: If the gambling licenses are reshuffled, would you have a chance to get involved? I've heard that there are plans to bring in new forces."
These words were spoken.
Rongxing's eyes lit up undisguisedly.
Gambling licenses!
That is the true symbol of wealth and status in Pudi. Why have the Ning and Zhou families become century-old families and why are they so unshakable in Pudi? Isn't it because of the existence of the gambling license?
He also heard that the new governor of Pudu intends to introduce new forces to achieve a three-way balance of power.
He didn't think he could become a third force. Even though he was powerful and wealthy in Po Tei, he wasn't qualified to obtain a gambling license, at least not yet. However, he could cooperate with external forces that had obtained gambling licenses to take a certain share and officially evolve from a junket operator into the owner of a legitimate casino.
By then:
His suffix "royal" is no longer "junket operator"!
Instead...
A rising star in Phuket! A distinguished guest of Phuket Governor!
All of this requires him to have sufficient prestige, and now there is an obstacle on his path to prestige:
Heilongjiang: Qinjiang!
If this person leaves Pudi unscathed, he will lose face and it will be difficult for him to cooperate with third-party forces.
Thinking of this.
Rongxing's breathing became slightly rapid:
When are you planning to make your move?
"There is no time to lose: we must act as soon as we have the chance tomorrow! We must not let Qin Jiang leave Pudi, or we will have no chance to make a move once he returns to the mainland."
Rongxing: "Okay! Tomorrow then! What do you need me to do?"
"Qin Jiang's whereabouts at any given moment, the number of people following him, the nearby traffic situation, the security personnel stationed in the surrounding area, the preparation of weapons, and the cover for our retreat..."
Rongxing: "These are all minor issues! But can you guarantee that you'll completely take over Qinjiang? Don't let things fall apart halfway through."
"Killing someone is fine, but if you don't kill them, you'll not only offend the Ning family, but also lose face."
Don't worry!
The man pointed to the burly man: "This is the captain of the second team of the Nest Gate Martial Group, and also the second strongest individual in terms of combat strength: Samba! As long as he can get within ten meters of Qin Jiang, I guarantee that Qin Jiang will have no chance of survival."
The man pointed at the tall, thin man: "Cun Mang! The second sniper in the Martial Group. Once he locks onto someone, no one survives. Countless big shots have died at his hands."
Rong Xing frowned: "How come they're all second place..."
"Don't underestimate the second one. There's only one person stronger than him in the entire Nest Sect. They're all working in war-torn areas all over the country... They've all fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. I think killing a gangster boss from the mainland is a waste of his talents."
He spoke with great confidence.
The Nest Gate organization is indeed very large, not only in China: it also exists in some remote places, and they are even more rampant there, able to capture and sell people more freely. At the same time, survival in such places requires strong military strength, and the combat formations they have cultivated are naturally not simple.
Rongxing: "Really..."
Bang!
The burly man slammed his hand on the table: "Stop dawdling! If you don't believe me, just try it! If you don't want to cooperate, then forget it!"
The gaunt man said, "Yeah! Enough nonsense! Killing Qin Jiang is a one-shot job, why bother with allies?"
Nest Gate Liaison: "Don't panic!"
Rong Xing's face darkened: "Let's give it a try! Let Iron Fist come south!"
Iron Fist Nan arrived at the conference room very soon:
"Brother Rong, you were looking for me!"
Rongxing: "You spar with him, but stop when you've made your point!"
Iron Fist South looked at the burly man, not understanding what was happening, but cupped his hands in greeting: "Please! Let's go to the fighting ring outside!"
Rugged man: "No need for it?"
Iron Fist South: "Ah..."
Before he could finish speaking, the burly man Samba moved, slamming his hand on the table and leaping into the air.
A powerful kick aimed directly at Iron Fist South!
quick!
That's too fast!
Iron Fist Nan didn't have time to react and directly blocked with a Taekwondo punch!
Bang!
He felt an indescribable force coming from his fist, and he couldn't help but take four or five steps back.
Bang!
Samba grinned as he watched Iron Fist Nan only retreat and wasn't kicked directly: "You've got some skills, but that's all you can do!"
As he spoke.
He lunged forward again and threw a straight punch.
Fast! Still incredibly fast! Iron Fist Nan reacted almost instantly and immediately raised his fist to strike back:
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A massive impact shook the conference room!
Each collision forced Iron Fist Nan to retreat uncontrollably, his face turning even redder.
After seven or eight moves!
Bang!
Samba's knee strike was so fast that Iron Fist only managed to block half of it.
Click...
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Iron Fist Nan staggered back seven or eight steps, completely kneeling on the ground, his face flushed red, unable to stand up.
This scene:
Rong Xing's eyes narrowed involuntarily: Although Iron Fist Nan wasn't his top henchman, his fighting ability was at least in the top three, not much worse than the number one. Yet, this Samba in front of him had only been beaten to his knees in seven or eight moves and couldn't get up. This Samba's fighting power... was incredibly strong!
.....
Indeed!
Samba looked at Iron Fist South with utter contempt: "That was just a friendly sparring match. I could kill you in three moves, no matter the outcome."