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Cook was taken aback, realizing that Zhang Yang was already sitting beside him. The two beautiful women had somehow been tossed onto the sofa next to them, one lying on top of the other in a rather indecent manner.
Zhang Yang picked up a cigar from the box on the table and lit it with a wooden match, exhaling a puff of smoke. "James, right? Looks like you're living quite well! This is top-notch stuff from Havana."
At that moment, seven or eight burly men rushed forward, aiming their guns at Zhang Yang.
"Before they can pull the trigger, I have enough time to kill you. I suggest you better not let your men act recklessly. Don't you like the saying 'Not Entering the Tiger's Den, How Can One Catch the Tiger Cubs'? Let me teach you one for free today: act recklessly," Zhang Yang said with a smile.
"Don't move! He's from Huaxia. If you kill me, it will definitely end badly for you," James shouted.
"Whether my death is ugly or not is something you'll only know after you're dead. You won't see it, so how would you know?" Zhang Yang blew a puff of smoke into James's face, causing him to cough.
"You only have one chance to speak. To ensure your efficiency, let me help you relax a bit," Zhang Yang said, then flicked his finger and pressed on the Fengfu acupoint at the back of James's head.
James immediately felt as if his head was about to split open, with what felt like caterpillars crawling inside his skull. The sensation was itchy, numb, and painful all at once, contorting his face while his body remained unable to move.
"Think it over and let me know; there's no need for you to suffer," Zhang Yang said as he extinguished the cigar.
"You are the executioner of hell! I'll talk!" Within a minute, James shouted in agony.
Zhang Yang smiled slightly and tapped James a few more times. Not only did the pain disappear, but James could also move freely again.
"I finally understand why Cook was subdued by you," James sighed deeply and said slowly.
"So you're saying that if I didn't have Cook as an insider, I wouldn't have been able to subdue you at all?" Zhang Yang replied.
"If you can defeat Rengu, I will bow down to you!" James exclaimed, using the phrase "bow down" in Chinese.
"This Not Entering the Tiger's Den, How Can One Catch the Tiger Cubs is quite effective, let Rengu come out," Zhang Yang said with a smile.
"Hahahaha." Laughter echoed from upstairs, and suddenly a person jumped down from the second floor. Rengu was a Black man, muscular with large eyes and strong knuckles, resembling an iron hand due to his skin color.
Zhang Yang slowly stood up and walked to the center of the living room. "You are Rengu, do you want to find a helper?"
"What helper? Shoot him, take him out first!" James shouted, and Rengu rolled out of the ring as seven or eight armed men quickly raised their guns to shoot.
Zhang Yang had anticipated this; it would be surprising if these people kept their word. He leaped into action, dashing several meters as bullets whizzed past his feet. In mid-air, Zhang Yang exerted force with both palms, unleashing a chilling aura that knocked all seven or eight gunmen to the ground, frost covering their faces.
In the moment that Rengu was stunned, Zhang Yang landed right in front of him. Rengu reacted quickly, throwing a hook punch aimed at Zhang Yang's temple. Zhang Yang did not dodge; instead, he struck first, landing a punch on Rengu's stomach. With a crack, a vase two meters behind Rengu shattered.
However, Rengu felt no discomfort in his stomach; his fist froze mid-air as if it were paralyzed.
Taking a step back, Zhang Yang allowed Rengu to feel a churn in his abdomen. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and collapsed to the ground.
"Marine Corps!" Zhang Yang glanced at the fallen Rengu, snorted coldly, and suddenly reached out as if grabbing something from thin air. James flew up like a small chicken, caught by Zhang Yang in mid-air. "Are you convinced?"
"Convinced, I'll tell you right now."
"The ambush on Mr. Shen was a paid job—two million dollars just to kill three people is indeed very tempting," James said.
"I've noticed something: your casino also likes to use dollars for transactions; why not use euros since Netherlands is in Europe?" Zhang Yang interjected coldly.
"Our boss at 5W prefers that compact and exquisite feeling; euros are too bulky. For everyday spending, we still prefer using euros," James replied, glancing again at the fallen Rengu.
"He is fine, and the others are fine too. It's too chaotic here; let's talk somewhere else," Zhang Yang said.
James was completely convinced now. In the past, Rengu had been an invincible expert in his eyes, but this young man from China had easily taken him down. Although he didn't fully understand the technique Zhang Yang used, he still felt a sense of wonder.
"To be honest, it was you Chinese people who asked me to do this. The boss of Chinatown in Amsterdam," James said slowly.
"What is the name of the boss of Chinatown?" Zhang Yang asked.
"I only know he goes by Long Long. His influence is quite large. You know, there are many capable people among you Chinese, and this Long Long is no ordinary person," James replied.
"Why doesn't he take action himself?"
"I'm not sure about that. Maybe he wants to keep it a secret. He paid me more money and gave me a portion to help out. Our gang has a strong influence and does things properly, so it's naturally better," James analyzed.
"Very well. Arrange to meet him in Chinatown," Zhang Yang said.
James immediately picked up the phone. "Long Long, my brother, it's James. I have something to trouble you with; is it convenient to meet now? Let's grab a late-night snack. Good."
"He invited us to his restaurant for a late-night snack; it's called Fortune House," James said.
"Let's go. Cook will drive; the three of us will go. James, do you have any objections?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.
"Are you in such a hurry? Shouldn't we prepare a bit?" As soon as James said it, he regretted it. How did he end up considering things for this kid? It felt like they had become part of the same camp in just a short time.
"No need to prepare. Let's go," Zhang Yang said, glancing at Cook, who didn't say much either and got up to leave. Zhang Yang and James followed behind him.
The three quickly arrived at the door of the private room named "Fortune as Vast as the East Sea" in Fortune House. The two people at the entrance were slightly surprised to see Zhang Yang's face, but quickly composed themselves. Since none of them were armed, they finished the search and entered the room.
Inside the private room were only two people. One was a man in his thirties with high cheekbones and deep-set eyes, while the other was a chubby man in his forties, wearing a cheerful expression. The two who had searched them closed the door behind them.
"Oh, James, what brings you here?" said the man with high cheekbones.
"Long Long, it's the wind from your homeland. Look, this is a friend from your country," James said, pointing at Zhang Yang, who seemed to be Long Long.
"Please sit down. What should I call you?" Long Long smiled and raised his hand slightly.
The three took their seats, and on the table were already some steamed buns and a large plate of barbecue pork.
"It's late; eating meat can be heavy," James said with a chuckle, pondering, "What should I say next?"
At that moment, Zhang Yang coldly said, "Long Long? It’s not James looking for you; it’s me. My name is Zhang Yang."
Long Long was taken aback and was about to move when Zhang Yang suddenly moved like a whirlwind, circling the table and approaching Long Long and the chubby man. With swift movements, he struck their pressure points, rendering them unable to move or speak. Zhang Yang then lifted both of them and threw them onto the empty space beside the table.
James and Cook watched in shock, both gasping in disbelief: "This is Chinatown; you can escape, but what about us?"
Zhang Yang sat down on the floor and casually slapped Long Long.
"My friend, we have never met before. You are being quite rude; this breaks the rules," Long Long said, still maintaining some authority despite sitting on the ground.
"You remember sending James to ambush three Chinese men, right?" Zhang Yang continued without acknowledging his words.
"Go ahead and kill me, I guarantee you won't walk out of Fortune House," Long Long said coldly, staring at Zhang Yang.
"I don't offend those who don't offend me. Inside, there's my older brother. Fortunately, he didn't die; otherwise, I wouldn't be here asking you today but would have already bloodied Chinatown," Zhang Yang said as he pulled out a cigarette and spoke slowly.
"What a big mouth," Long Long laughed. "Collecting money to help others and dealing with troubles is what I do, but I can't break the rules. If there's something, come at me. However, I see you're boasting quite a bit, but you might not have the ability to back it up."
"Hahaha!" Zhang Yang laughed heartily and stood up. "I'll give you two choices: first, tell me who paid you to do this, and I'll spare your life; second, if you choose not to speak, I'll kill you and everyone under you."
"No need to talk any further; just make your move. You absolutely won't walk out of Chinatown alive," Long Long closed his eyes, a contemptuous smile on his face.
"Long Long, I advise you to speak up. Mr. Zhang Yang has already approached Vincent, and Vincent has given him quite a bit of face," James surprisingly interjected.
"James, this is our Chinese People's business. I advise you not to meddle. The account for your betrayal will be settled later!" Long Long suddenly opened his eyes, a cold light flashing within.
Zhang Yang suddenly exerted force and pointed a finger at Long Long's forehead. Long Long felt a chill enter from his brow, causing him to shiver all over. A minute later, Zhang Yang pointed again at his forehead; this time, warmth surged in, and the previously frozen body was suddenly filled with heat, creating an itchy sensation that felt like countless claws scratching at his heart.
At first, Long Long held on, but soon he began to scream.
Suddenly, the door was burst open, and a group of armed men rushed in, all aiming their guns at Zhang Yang. This time, Zhang Yang did not strike back but smiled slightly and said to Long Long, "Even if they kill me, this feeling won't go away for at least three days. Remember, three days; based on my judgment, you won't last even thirty minutes."
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