Chapter 158

This kid is truly audacious, but he does have exceptional skills—probably even Old Lei can’t match his marksmanship! Xie Wendong laughed and said, “Your marksmanship is really good. From your accent, you’re from the Northeast too, right?” The young man glanced at him, expressionless, and replied calmly, “I know you. You’re Xie Wendong, the leader of the Wendong Gang.”

“Oh?” Xie Wendong smiled. “That’s not fair. You know me, but I don’t know you.” The young man’s voice remained steady. “You’ll come to know me soon.” Then he said to General Sang, “I’ll take half of this year’s shipment. Please have the general translate that for them.” The general didn’t get angry either. He smiled slightly and conveyed the young man’s words to everyone. The faces of the remaining gang leaders all changed; they glared at the young man angrily, though they dared not speak out—his marksmanship was simply terrifying.

Xie Wendong hadn’t expressed any opinion, nor did he need to. He knew his share wouldn’t be reduced even if he didn’t fight for it. In such a situation, silence was the best choice. Silence is gold, but some people just don’t believe that. They also didn’t believe the Chinese young man’s marksmanship could be that fast. So, the remaining gang leaders exchanged glances, and five of them rushed out of the room, shouting at their subordinates, “Kill the Chinese! Kill all the Chinese!”

They brought many subordinates and were confident in them. But they soon realized they were wrong—completely wrong. The young man himself was a terrifying marksman, but his subordinates were even more skilled. They had already been prepared since the first gunshot. They knew no one other than their leader could fire shots that fast and clean. So, as the five gang leaders rushed out of the room, they acted. Six people, six guns, launched a lightning-fast massacre against the gang leaders’ followers outside. The gunfire was as continuous and rapid as the surging waters of the Yellow River. In less than a minute, aside from the six of them, only the soldiers from the Golden Triangle and the five stunned gang leaders remained standing. The five gang leaders truly felt what terror meant. They said to the six people turning toward them, “Stop, don’t kill us. We can give you money—whatever amount you want, no matter what…” Six gunshots rang out almost at the same time, silencing the five gang leaders forever. The six people remained expressionless, as if they were born to kill and lived in this world solely for that purpose—nothing could disturb them.

The situation outside was clearly visible to those in the hall. The few remaining bosses felt a sudden chill in the air, as the fear of death surged up from their feet to the tips of their hair. This was the power of strength. The young man finally retracted his graceful fingers, stood up, and said, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave first. General Sang, I’ll send someone to collect the goods tomorrow. Of course, not a penny will be short of what’s owed to you.” With that, he walked slowly toward the door, adding calmly, “My name is Ma Feng. I killed those people. If anyone is dissatisfied with me, feel free to come to China and find me—I’m always here.” At the door, he suddenly turned and pointed at Xie Wendong, his gaze as cold as ice, and said indifferently, “I’m Ma Wu’s brother! Xie Wendong, your life belongs to me. In China, I’ll get it back.”

When Ma Feng introduced himself as Ma Feng, Xie Wendong had already guessed he was related to Ma Wu. He had always found Ma Feng familiar but couldn’t recall where he had met him. If they had truly met before, Xie Wendong wouldn’t have forgotten such a distinctive person. Now he understood—Ma Feng looked like Ma Wu, which was why he seemed familiar. How interesting! Xie Wendong smiled and said, “I never thought Ma Wu had a brother like you. As you said, feel free to come to China and find me—I’m always here. But let me remind you: just as I could kill Ma Wu, I can also kill you.” Seeing Ma Feng’s lips twitch, Xie Wendong laughed and said, “Don’t take my words as a joke. I only joke with friends!”

Ma Feng narrowed his eyes, moved his fingers slightly, and slowly reached for his waist. His gaze was like two knives aimed at Xie Wendong’s face. Xie Wendong remained smiling, picking up a fruit knife and carefully peeling an apple, very focused and meticulous, as if nothing in the world was more important than the apple in his hands. General Sang’s expression changed. He drew his sidearm and slammed it on the table, shouting, “Enough! I don’t want to see anyone bleed anymore today!” Ma Feng stood straight for three seconds without drawing his gun. He gave Xie Wendong a deep look before strode out of the room, leaving with his six subordinates. Xie Wendong shook his head and said, “Sigh, what an impolite guy.”

The general glanced at the remaining bosses, sighed, and said, “This year, the Golden Triangle can only provide you with 100 kilograms of goods. Whether you accept it or not is none of my business. If you want to settle accounts, go find that man named Ma Feng.” With that, the general stood up and returned to the inner room, leaving the dissatisfied crowd in the hall behind.

Seeing that the general had left, there was nothing else to do, so everyone left the room. The outcome was actually acceptable—100 kilograms was far better than losing nothing and even risking one’s life. These people had come in large numbers with many subordinates, but when they left, more than half of them were lying down, and those who didn’t fall were left alone.

Xie Wendong stayed behind. He knew General Sang would definitely look for him, so why go out only to be found again and go through the trouble? It was better to sit and wait; the Burmese apples were indeed delicious. Sure enough, before Xie Wendong could finish eating an apple, General Sang’s personal guard came out of the inner room, saw him still sitting there, and smiled. “Mr. Xie, the general wants to see you.” “So soon!” Xie Wendong put down the half-eaten apple and said helplessly, “It seems apples aren’t that easy to eat after all.”

Xie Wendong and General Sang had a secret conversation in the room for over two hours. No one knew what they discussed, but one thing was certain: both of them were satisfied with the outcome. When Xie Wendong left the room, it was General Sang who personally saw him off—this was almost a first in the Golden Triangle. Xie Wendong stayed in the Golden Triangle for another two days before leaving.

On the flight back, he was escorted by He Qiang the whole way. Although Lao Gui’s injuries weren’t serious, he still needed a few days of rest. There was no conversation throughout the journey as they safely passed through the territory of the Shan State Alliance and returned to Yunnan, China. Finally back in his own country, Xie Wendong let out a long sigh. No matter how spectacular or beautiful the scenery abroad was, no matter how developed or backward it was, his own country always had the freshest air. That’s what Xie Wendong thought at the time. Foreign moons might be rounder than China’s, but they certainly weren’t as beautiful.

Xie Wendong kept going without stopping and arrived in Kunming in one go. Kunming was a relatively developed city, especially in terms of tourism, which was extremely prosperous.

Xie Wendong planned to rest in Kunming for a day before heading back to City T. The past few days in the Golden Triangle had been tough, both physically and mentally. He found a hotel to stay in. Lying on the soft bed, a sense of comfort spread throughout his body, and the fatigue from days of strain slowly set in. Just as he was fast asleep, someone gently knocked on the door. Xie Wendong cursed under his breath and turned over to continue sleeping. But it seemed the person outside was determined to tease him, showing no sign of leaving, instead knocking softly and rhythmically.

“Damn you!” Xie Wendong was slightly hypoglycemic and in a bad mood from waking up. If nothing important disturbed his sleep, no matter who it was, he wouldn’t hold back. Muttering to himself, he got out of bed with only his upper body covered, flung the door open, and narrowed his eyes, saying, “You better have a good reason!”
Outside was a heavily made-up young woman who placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled, asking, “Does the gentleman need special services?”
A prostitute? Xie Wendong was about to explode when his gaze lingered on her face for a long time. She might look even prettier without all that heavy makeup. He replied calmly, “Can you give massages?”
The woman smiled and passed by Xie Wendong into the room, sitting down on the bed and saying with a laugh, “As you can see, I can do more than just massages.”
Xie Wendong closed the door behind him and turned to look at the woman sitting on the bed. Her long, slender legs were fair and delicate—very beautiful. Any man would be excited by such legs. Xie Wendong sighed inwardly and smiled, saying, “I can see that.”
“Just wait and see,” the woman said as she took off her coat, revealing only a white tank top that accentuated her full breasts. Xie Wendong couldn’t help but sigh again. He bet she wasn’t wearing anything under the tank top; he could even see two pink protrusions through it. He walked over to the bed and stroked her cheek, saying, “I think you’d look even prettier without all that heavy makeup, right?”
The woman stiffened slightly, feeling his hand on her face was hot. Winking, she said coquettishly, “Women still need to wear clothes to win men’s hearts.”
Xie Wendong replied, “But I’m not an ordinary man.” The woman slowly moved closer to him and said, “I can see that!”
Xie Wendong smiled upward and said, “You have sharp eyes! But why don’t we start… the massage?” With a smile on his face, he lay down on the bed.
A hint of delight flashed in the woman’s eyes as she sat astride his back, gently squeezing the muscles there. Xie Wendong closed his eyes and sighed, “Your technique is good—very strong. Most women wouldn’t have your skill.”
“Yes!” the woman laughed. “I’ve been in this business for a long time.” Seeing him enjoy himself with his eyes closed, she reached back and untied her hair.
Xie Wendong said leisurely, “I wonder if you’ve realized that I’m actually a very smart person.”
The woman quietly pulled out a hairpin from her hair—a silver one, beautiful but also sharp. Holding it in her hand, she said softly, “Men always like to say they’re smart.”

Xie Wendong shook his head and said, “It seems you still don’t understand men. Smart men never say they’re smart because they’re already smart. Only extremely intelligent men claim to be smart, usually when they’ve mastered everything.”
The woman sneered, raised her hairpin, and said with a smile, “Then you must be the latter?”
Xie Wendong sighed, “Smart!” “I don’t think so!” The woman aimed at his back, raising her arm to stab him with full force. The back is a vulnerable part of the body—even a heavy blow can be fatal, let alone a sharp hairpin. But her raised arm didn’t strike; a short, sharp golden knife stopped at her chest. Xie Wendong had turned his head sideways at some point, smiling at her sweetly, his eyes narrowed into crescents. “I said I’m smart, but you just won’t believe me. Others didn’t believe me before either, but now they no longer know what belief means.”
The woman replied coldly, “Because they’re already dead!”
Xie Wendong said sadly, “There are already so many people in this world. Why let fools waste precious space?”
The woman took a deep breath. He spoke of killing so casually, so openly—this man was the only one she had ever met like him. Xie Wendong got up from beneath her, took the hairpin still held in the air, and sighed, “Things like this really shouldn’t be carried, especially by beautiful women. It’s easy to get hurt by them.”
The woman sighed and said calmly, “Will I end up like those people you mentioned?”
Xie Wendong shook his head. “No, because few men would lay a hand on a beautiful woman.” As he spoke, the golden knife in his hand sliced through her tank top, freeing two little white rabbits inside. The woman swallowed hard and said calmly, “You might be smart, but you’re also despicable.”
Xie Wendong smiled. “Didn’t your master tell you I’m a scoundrel? Have you ever heard of a kind scoundrel?”
The woman replied honestly, “No!” Then she asked, “How did you tell I wasn’t a lady?”
Xie Wendong said, “You shouldn’t have put your hand on my shoulder when we first met.” He grabbed her hand and sighed, “A lady’s hands shouldn’t have so many calluses. So when you massaged me, I felt your strength—probably from using a gun often!”
“You’re really smart!” the woman sighed. “It seems I shouldn’t have come.”

Xie Wendong nodded and said, “You really shouldn’t have come.” Then he pressed the girl onto him, slipped his hand into her skirt, and stroked the inside of her thighs. “I don’t want to kill you, but I can’t bear to let your master lose anything either.” The girl closed her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks and onto the bed. As Xie Wendong tore off her skirt, he said, “I wonder what Ma Feng’s expression will be when he finds out.” “What?” The girl opened her eyes and stared at him in disbelief, asking, “How do you know I am…” Xie Wendong covered her mouth and laughed, “I guessed it just now! But now, seeing your reaction, I’m sure.” The girl’s face turned pale as she swung at Xie Wendong’s smiling face, shouting, “You damned bastard!” Xie Wendong easily caught her hand and laughed, “You also said you shouldn’t have come. But since you’re here, you have to pay for what you’ve done.” With that, he pulled down her underwear. The girl screamed, but her cries quickly stopped as Xie Wendong struck her at the base of her neck.