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Chen Haoxuan caught the key thrown by Jiang Dong and inserted it into the ignition. With a swift motion, he mounted the motorcycle, and it roared to life as he sped onto the highway. Chen Haoxuan's riding skills were impressive; he continuously overtook other vehicles, narrowly avoiding collisions multiple times. It was unclear whether it was his skill or sheer luck that kept him safe.
Pushing the motorcycle to its limits, Chen Haoxuan pressed the throttle all the way down. He took turns without braking or reducing speed, drifting effortlessly through corners. He moved like a leaf carried by the wind, navigating through heavy traffic with ease, turning whenever the wind was obstructed.
After a while, Chen Haoxuan finally spotted the person in the Denim Jacket from earlier.
Zhao Jun saw Chen Haoxuan approaching rapidly in his rearview mirror and quickly accelerated, steering towards the outskirts. In the bustling city, Zhao Jun felt a bit intimidated by Chen Haoxuan; he feared that Chen might attract police attention. However, in a desolate area, he wouldn't be concerned even if there were ten Chen Haoxuans because he had a gun and wasn't afraid to kill.
Zhao Jun intended to lure Chen Haoxuan to the outskirts, which aligned perfectly with Chen's plan to find out who sent him to kill. Chen slowed down, maintaining a safe distance from Zhao Jun.
Pingyuan County was small, a little city where they reached the outskirts in just a few minutes. Zhao Jun rode into a narrow path leading to a small village and stopped halfway. As soon as he dismounted, he pulled out a handgun from his jacket and aimed it at Chen Haoxuan.
Chen Haoxuan appeared unfazed; he leisurely rode his motorcycle to a stop about ten meters away from Zhao Jun.
"Chen Haoxuan, I didn't expect you to have such guts! You dare come alone; aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" Zhao Jun sneered.
"From your appearance, you must be an assassin? Did someone hire you to kill me?" Chen Haoxuan asked calmly.
"Yes," Zhao Jun replied, keeping his gun trained on Chen's head. He wasn't in a hurry to pull the trigger; he enjoyed seeing his prey's fear.
"Who hired you to kill me? How much did they pay?" Chen Haoxuan inquired.
"Well, you're about to die anyway, so it doesn't matter if I tell you. A guy named Chen Haorong hired me for five hundred thousand to take you out," Zhao Jun said with a cold smile, unaware that Hongmao had pocketed his fifty thousand RMB.
"Are you kidding me? I'm a Billionaire! You actually want to kill me over just five hundred thousand Renminbi? Don't you think you're losing out? How about this! I'll give you a million if you take care of the person who wants me dead," Chen Haoxuan said with a lewd smile.
"This—this..." Zhao Jun was tempted. He really wanted to agree with Chen Haoxuan, but in their line of work, reputation was crucial. If you betrayed your employer, no one would hire you to kill again.
"What’s wrong? Is it too little? That’s fine! Just tell me why he wants to kill me, and I'll give you another million Renminbi. How does that sound?" Chen Haoxuan grinned.
"Will you really give me two million?" Zhao Jun began to believe Chen Haoxuan, but in reality, he believed in the money, not in Chen Haoxuan himself.
"Of course! As a Billionaire, I don't even bat an eye at a mere million. As long as you're satisfied with the job, who knows, I might even give you ten million Renminbi if I'm in a good mood," Chen Haoxuan replied.
"Ten million Renminbi?" The hesitation in Zhao Jun's heart was swept away by that number. He no longer wanted to help Chen Haorong kill Chen Haoxuan; instead, he wanted to help Chen Haoxuan kill Chen Haorong. Zhao Jun had already made up his mind that once he got that ten million Renminbi, he would take the money and live freely abroad.
"Alright! I'll tell you. I don’t know why Chen Haorong hired me to kill you because the one who brought me the business is Hong Mao. He might know, but he didn’t tell me," Zhao Jun explained.
"Where is Hong Mao? What does he do?" Chen Haoxuan asked.
"Hong Mao is well-informed; he knows basically everything about what's happening in Pingyuan County. He makes money by selling information, and many people on the street give him face, including those big brothers. As for where he is, I don’t know either; we only communicate by phone. But if you want to find him, if you pay me, I can help you get him to meet," Zhao Jun said.
"Alright, write down Hong Mao's phone number now, and I'll immediately write you a check for one million," Chen Haoxuan said.
"Sure, but can you lend me your pen and give me a piece of paper? I didn’t bring any," Zhao Jun replied.
Chen Haoxuan took out a pen and a piece of tissue paper, walked over to Zhao Jun with a smile, and gently handed him the pen and paper, saying, "Here."
Zhao Jun took the tissue and the pen. He wrote a series of numbers on the tissue with the pen, then tightly held onto it while returning the pen to Chen Haoxuan. "I've written down the phone number of the red-haired guy. Now, if you write me a check for one million, I'll give you his number," Zhao Jun said excitedly to Chen Haoxuan. It was a simple way to earn one million Renminbi, something he had never done before.
"We're partners now. Since we're partners, shouldn't you tell me your identity? Otherwise, how can I trust you?" Chen Haoxuan asked.
Zhao Jun thought for a moment and ultimately decided to reveal his identity to Chen Haoxuan. He spoke up, "My name is Zhao Jun, and I'm a murderer. You should have heard of me."
Chen Haoxuan's previously cheerful expression suddenly changed. He straightened his face and coldly said to Zhao Jun, "So you're Zhao Jun? Coming here to assassinate me is wrong, and you should be punished for it."
Seeing Chen Haoxuan's sudden change in demeanor, Zhao Jun was taken aback. He couldn't understand why Chen Haoxuan had been so amicable just moments ago and now had turned hostile.
"You want to kill me, huh?" Zhao Jun sneered as he pulled out a gun again, aiming it at Chen Haoxuan's head.
But would Chen Haoxuan give him that chance? Clearly not. He had already learned what he wanted to know, so Zhao Jun was no longer useful to him. With lightning speed, Chen Haoxuan struck at Zhao Jun's wrist. There was no sound, and within milliseconds, a crack appeared on Zhao Jun's wrist before his right hand fell off.
"Ahhh... my hand, my hand..." Zhao Jun cried out in pain, clutching his right arm with his left hand.
Unbeknownst to Zhao Jun, Chen Haoxuan had been holding a dagger in his right hand all along. He had hidden it in his sleeve earlier. When he attacked Zhao Jun, his arm shook slightly, causing the dagger to fall from his sleeve. He swiftly swung it towards Zhao Jun's wrist, severing his hand in one swift motion.
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