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"Little friend, I really dislike your attitude when you speak. Do you know that? All I need is a nod from you, and there will be a few more holes in your body, and then you will disappear from this world." Vincent put down his cigar, and the coldness in his gaze intensified.
"You can nod now," Zhang Yang said calmly.
Vincent stared at Zhang Yang with interest, and Zhang Yang did not avoid his gaze. The two locked eyes for half a minute before Vincent suddenly burst into laughter. "No risk, no gain. I really like the culture of Huaxia and I also like Chinese people. It seems you are here to express your thoughts directly!"
Zhang Yang frowned, thinking that this foreigner's way of speaking, half in English and half in Chinese, was quite frustrating. The key point was that he had used the phrase "No risk, no gain" twice, yet it was still unclear.
"Since you are the boss, I only want to talk to you," Zhang Yang said.
"Don't you think you're getting a bit out of line?" Vincent stood up and surprisingly poured two glasses of wine, handing one to Zhang Yang.
"I'm doing this for your own good. Some things are better known by fewer people," Zhang Yang said as he lifted his glass and gently swirled it.
"Alright. Wait for me outside; I need to have a little chat with this young friend," Vincent said with a smile as he waved his hand.
Once everyone in the room had left, Zhang Yang took a sip of wine and recounted the situation regarding Shen Zhiyu.
"Are you sure it's our 5W people?" Vincent asked, looking seemingly unaware.
"Not sure; otherwise, why would I come to find you!" Zhang Yang replied coldly.
"Hahahaha!" Vincent laughed heartily. "Little friend, do you have iron courage? Have you never felt fear of death?"
"You think these people and a few broken guns can do anything to me?" Zhang Yang said, laughing as well. "If this matter is under your command, I guarantee the 5W gang will disappear from Amsterdam within a week!"
"This is the Netherlands, not your Huaxia; you're being too arrogant!" Vincent said before suddenly picking up a handgun and firing a shot that shattered a vase behind Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang remained motionless, while several burly men rushed in with guns.
"Are you really not afraid? Aren't you scared that I might shoot you?" Vincent asked Zhang Yang, puzzled.
"If you had shot at me just now, then it would have been you who died!" Zhang Yang said, and suddenly raised his hand, causing the gun to fly out of Vincent's grip. With a clatter, the gun turned into a pile of parts in Zhang Yang's hands.
At that moment, the burly men almost simultaneously pulled their triggers!
However, before they could fully squeeze the triggers, they were suddenly overturned by a great force, falling to the ground as their bullets shot towards the ceiling.
Zhang Yang appeared before Vincent like a ghost, picked up a pen from the desk, and wrote a series of numbers on a piece of white paper. "Call me at this number before tomorrow evening," Zhang Yang said to Vincent, waving his hand towards the window.
With a crash, the window shattered.
Zhang Yang gracefully leaped out of the window like a large bird and vanished in an instant.
"Oh my God! This is a 20-meter high rooftop!" Vincent involuntarily walked to the window but could not see Zhang Yang's figure.
"Carter, check it out," Vincent called for Carter, the White Man who had initially interacted with Zhang Yang. Carter had always been Vincent's capable assistant. In fact, Vincent was unaware of anyone ambushing Shen Zhiyu; after all, the gang was so large that he couldn't personally inquire about every matter.
As Carter was about to leave, Vincent suddenly rubbed his temples. "Find out about that person named Shen Zhiyu and also investigate this Zhang Yang."
When Vincent returned home, Carter's call came in.
"Boss, it was James's people who did it. That Shen Zhiyu is from the Chinese Special Organization. The person who came to see you is named Zhang Yang and he is a colleague of Shen Zhiyu," Carter reported. James is a leader within the gang responsible for drug operations in Amsterdam.
“Why did James ambush that Chinese person?” Vincent asked.
“I’m not sure. Do you want me to have him come see you?” Carter replied.
“Let him come over to my house,” Vincent said before hanging up, his mind racing. “This young man is incredible; this is not human skill at all. China is a fascinating country. Perhaps what he said about making 50,000 disappear in Amsterdam can really be done.”
James soon arrived at Vincent's home.
“Boss, what can I do for you?”
“James, how’s business lately?”
“Not bad, drug sales in Europe have increased quite a bit.”
“Have you been in contact with any Chinese people recently?”
“Chinese people? No.”
“No? A month ago, didn’t you send someone to ambush three Chinese people? Two of them died, and one was injured.”
“Oh, Boss, I know about the ambush; it was my subordinate Cook who did it. I really don’t know the specifics.”
“They are from a Chinese special organization, and now someone has contacted me. What do you think? Should we hand Cook over to them, or...”
“Boss, I’ll follow your lead.”
"You decide for yourself, but if it's the latter, I suggest you be careful. Those who come to find me are quite extraordinary," Vincent said before closing his eyes to rest. Upon hearing this, James immediately stepped outside.
As soon as James left Vincent's villa, he called Cook: "You didn't do a good job last time; three people and only two were taken care of. Now someone from China is causing trouble for Vincent, and Vincent has left the decision to me. If you don't want me to hand you over, then take care of this person!"
"Got it." Cook hung up the phone with a cold smirk, thinking that since he hadn't finished the job last time, now there was another fool coming. Chinese people? How dare they cause trouble in the Netherlands; he couldn't let them off easily.
Soon, Cook found out which hotel Zhang Yang was staying at.
That night, Cook brought four men and headed straight for the hotel.
When Cook and his four companions got out of the car and entered the hotel lobby, Zhang Yang was standing behind a phone booth across the street. "They really came; it seems this trick to lure them out worked," Zhang Yang chuckled as he slowly walked toward the hotel.
When Cook and his men found no one in Zhang Yang's room, Zhang Yang walked in through the door.
"Uninvited guests," Zhang Yang said with a smile.
"That's him; take him out!" Cook shouted at the other four after glancing at the photo in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a commotion as all four men were thrown out and crashed against the wall, then fell unconscious.
Cook was shocked and immediately raised his gun to shoot, but before he could pull the trigger, his handgun flew out of his hand and landed in Zhang Yang's grasp. "I didn't expect someone would deliver themselves right to my door," Zhang Yang said with a smile as he pressed the gun against Cook's head. "You better explain clearly about the ambush on those three Chinese a month ago."
"You little brat, if you kill me, don't think you'll leave the Netherlands alive!" Cook gritted his teeth defiantly despite having witnessed Zhang Yang's skills.
Zhang Yang smiled slightly and casually tapped Cook's throat before striking several points under his ribs. In no time, Cook began rolling on the ground, beads of sweat pouring down his face, but he couldn't make a sound. Just as he tried to get up, Zhang Yang slapped him back down to the floor.
"Let me die!" Cook was actually shouting this in his heart.
Twenty minutes later, Zhang Yang poked Cook a few more times, and only then did Cook feel much better, sitting on the ground and gasping for breath.
"This is worse than death. I'll give you one last chance. If you still don't speak, you'll suffer a hundred times more than before, and I guarantee no one will be able to save you!" Zhang Yang said with a smile as he patted Cook's shoulder. Seeing Zhang Yang's smile, Cook couldn't help but shiver.
"It was my boss James who ordered me to do it," Cook said, becoming honest this time.
"Where is he?"
"He should be at home now."
"Why did he ambush the Chinese people?"
"I really don't know; I just follow his orders." Just as Cook was speaking, his phone rang—it was James calling.
Zhang Yang gestured for Cook to answer the call on speakerphone while raising a finger and gently waving it in front of Cook.
"Did you take care of that guy from Huaxia?"
"I did. He's in his hotel room right now. I'm about to pack him into a suitcase and find a place to dispose of him. By the way, James, I have some things I want to report to you."
"Okay, after you clean up the mess, come to Villa No. 7."
Seeing Cook hang up the phone, Zhang Yang then asked, "Where is Villa No. 7? What’s the security situation like?"
"In the suburbs of Amsterdam, there are about seven or eight people responsible for security, but there's one person named Rengu who is quite formidable. I've heard he used to be in the United States Marine Corps," Cook said cautiously. "I know you're impressive, but Rengu is no pushover; one person can take on twenty or thirty."
"Pushover? You mean vegetarian. Do you 5W folks like to speak Chinese?" Zhang Yang asked.
"Vincent really likes Huaxia; he thinks it's a fascinating country. He often reads The Art of War and is also studying Not Entering the Tiger's Den, How Can One Catch the Tiger Cubs," Cook replied honestly.
"The Art of War? Damn, can he even understand it? Not Entering the Tiger's Den, How Can One Catch the Tiger Cubs is something he might grasp a bit, but it's all so vague. Alright, enough chatter. Lead the way to Villa No. 7," Zhang Yang said as he lifted Cook up.
"What does 'chatter' mean?" Cook still had time to ask.
"With your IQ, you wouldn't understand anyway. Just lead the way."
The few subordinates walked ahead while Cook drove Zhang Yang toward Villa No. 7.
As they arrived, the villa's gate opened. Zhang Yang lay back in the car's rear seat, and a burly man saw Cook inside the car, waved with a smile, and gestured for him to drive in.
"Who is this person?" As they reached the villa entrance, two more burly men approached while Cook and Zhang Yang were walking inside. "Oh, he's the person Boss asked me to bring," Cook explained. The two men nodded and allowed them to enter the house.
James had seen a photo of Zhang Yang before; at that moment, he was in the villa's hall with two blonde beauties beside him. When Cook looked up and saw Zhang Yang, he suddenly pushed aside the two beauties and was about to draw his gun when a gust of wind swept by, leaving him unable to move.
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