"What can you give me?" I asked coldly.
"Money!" Tiger said quickly, "Whatever amount I get, I'll give you half! You have no future following Eighth Master; he won't really help you rise to power! I know him too well! Even when he dies, he will never relinquish even a little bit of his power! You'd better make some money and then fly far away! The world is vast; with your skills and intelligence, where can't you go?"
After saying all that, Tiger looked at me and said, "You've got guts, so I can't be sure yet. What exactly are your intentions in coming to me... to negotiate? Or to kill me?"
Then, as if mocking, he said, "I hope it's the former. If you're willing to cooperate with me, I'd be happy... If you're here to kill me... then I'll admire you, but you won't have the chance!"
"oh?"
“I know your skills very well,” Tiger said calmly. “You are very skilled; in fact, I might not be able to beat you in a one-on-one fight right now. But it would be difficult for you to kill me too… You are here now, and there are three of us! We have guns. What do you have? A cigarette? Or a lighter?”
He suddenly pulled out a gun. He gripped it with one hand, slowly placed it horizontally on the table, and pointed the muzzle at me: "Now, you can make a decision. I admire you, but that doesn't mean I can't bring myself to kill you."
“If you kill me, you won’t be able to find Hong Da.” I smiled.
“If I don’t kill you, do you think you’ll hand Hong Da over to me?” Tiger sneered. “Don’t test my patience. At least if I kill you here, I can continue looking for Hong Da. But if I let you go back and continue protecting him, do you think I’m that stupid?” He seemed very confident. “So, while your courage in coming to me today is admirable, it’s also far too reckless.”
“Tiger, turn back.” I looked into his eyes. “I respect you. At least when I first joined the organization. You took care of me, and you taught me a lot every day during that time… From the bottom of my heart, I don’t want to be your enemy.”
silence……
Tiger flicked his cigarette ash lightly, looking confident: "Go back? How? I can't go back now."
I picked up a cigarette, and through the swirling smoke, I said earnestly, "Give up now, leave here immediately, find somewhere random, and live out the rest of your life there. Eighth Master won't be able to find you. At least you can live in peace."
"Without Hong Da's connections, I wouldn't be able to get the Vietnamese money!" Tiger sneered, his smile laced with mockery. "Buying a small island in the Caribbean is very expensive!"
I shook my head: "Then I'll have no choice but to kill you." After saying that, I took a deep breath.
Tiger immediately narrowed his eyes. He remained confident, raised his hand, pointed the gun at me, and sneered, "How are you going to kill me?"
I smiled, and slowly opened my arms to face him. I didn't have anything in my hands, but my smile was calm.
"Little Five, I'll ask you one last time, you..." Tiger wanted to say something, but suddenly...
I opened my mouth a little, and suddenly exhaled a puff of cigarette smoke!
Amidst the smoke, a cold glint shot towards Tiger like lightning!
Tiger reacted quickly; almost reflexively, he immediately raised his hand to block... He raised his right hand, the one holding the gun!
I had already grabbed Tiger's arm! Given Tiger's skill level, he had every opportunity to fire a shot at me before I could even get his hand on it!
But his movements suddenly froze! His arm suddenly went limp... no, it should be said that it stiffened!
I grabbed his wrist with one hand. Tiger's expression changed drastically. He opened his mouth to shout, but I pulled something out of my mouth with lightning speed. It was a piece of bread that I had chewed!
I grabbed the lump and lunged forward, pressing it forcefully against Tiger's throat! My movements were swift and decisive! Tiger was now gripped by one hand. His arm was stiff, and he could only manage a feeble twist, but the object in my hand remained firmly pressed against his throat!
"Giggle...giggle," his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but no clear sound came out of his throat!
His eyes widened, staring at me in terror. I had already snatched the gun from his hand and pressed myself against him. I grabbed his chin with one hand, then with a flick of my wrist, dislocated it.
Tiger's body went limp; his whole body stiffened and then trembled slightly. I supported him and carefully helped him sit down. Then, I gently wiped the layer of chewed bread from his throat.
There was a blue-tinged half-needle in his throat!
There was a thin tube attached to it, which was a straw for drinking soda!
Tiger's eyes were filled with despair! He seemed unable to believe that I had killed him so easily right in front of him!
“This is the poisoned needle you used to kill Hong Da.” I helped Tiger up and whispered in his ear, “I broke it in two, and now I’m giving it all back to you.”
Tiger's eyes were filled with resentment, but no matter how much his body trembled, he could no longer make a sound.
I picked up the tea on the table, drank it down in one gulp, and rinsed my mouth vigorously. Then I spat it out and rinsed my mouth several times before I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
I carried that poisoned needle in my mouth the whole way here!
The difference is, I broke the poisoned needle in two! I hid it in my mouth. And there's a reason I bought that piece of bread and chewed on it!
The poison needle is deadly upon contact with blood! But as long as there is no blood, it's fine, as long as I don't drink the poison.
It's like when a person is bitten by a venomous snake; if they suck out the venomous blood with their mouth, they won't actually get poisoned unless there's an injury or ulcer in their mouth.
I was worried that if I kept the poison needle in my mouth for too long, some saliva would mix with the poison and flow into my stomach, so I chewed a lot of bread! The dry bread absorbed all the saliva in my mouth! Although I was very thirsty, it was bearable.
I carefully hid two poisoned needles inside a straw. I held them under my tongue!
Moreover, I was terrified of being poisoned, so I drank a bottle of milk on the way here! That way, even if I were poisoned, I would have time to go to the hospital for a stomach pump!
The venom on that poisoned needle was likely refined snake venom, most likely from a king cobra. Such venom is enough to render a person unconscious within seconds!
I rinsed my mouth and breathed a sigh of relief. Tiger had already slid off the chair; his body was stiff and out of control, and he had slid to the ground.
I listened carefully to the outside. There was no sound from here, so we didn't disturb Mawei and the others outside.
I sighed, picked up Tiger's gun, and then carefully helped him up.
I took out the straw hat I'd bought, concealed the gun behind it, and then grabbed Tiger from behind by the neck, lifting him up and using him as a shield in front of me. I only peeked half my head out from behind his neck, and then shouted, "Fine, fine! Go ahead and kill me if you dare!!"
I shouted very loudly, and the people outside, including Ponytail, who weren't too far away, should have been able to hear me.
Sure enough, I heard footsteps. The curtain was lifted, and Ponytail rushed in, holding a gun! As soon as he came in, he saw me "holding Tiger hostage" from behind, and his expression changed drastically!
He didn't know Tiger was already dead. He just saw Tiger with his eyes closed, being choked by me, and immediately raised his gun, yelling, "Let him go!"
Bang!
Before he could say anything more, I had already fired!
My gun was hidden behind Tiger, out of Ponytail's sight. The bullet pierced through the skewer in my hand, then through Tiger's body! It hit Ponytail!
The girl with the ponytail shuddered, staring at me incredulously with a strange look in her eyes...
Bang bang!!
I fired two shots, and Ponytail's body went limp and collapsed. Three sprays of blood splattered from his chest; he was already dead when he fell, though his body still twitched a few times.
I released Tiger and stepped outside. The stripper outside didn't come in; instead, she screamed and ran away after the third gunshot!
I wasn't in a hurry to chase after her; I simply threw away the gun in my hand and quickly discarded my straw hat.
When the bullet pierced Tiger, blood splattered, but because of the bullet hole, it didn't spill on me! My clothes were still clean. I immediately took out the local clothes I had bought, hurriedly put them on, and ran out as fast as I could!
As I walked through the lobby, I bumped into a waiter. I had already heard a scream behind me. Obviously, the gunshot had alerted the people inside, and the body had been discovered!
I rushed out of the restaurant as fast as I could, and the people behind me could only see my figure wearing this local homespun cloth clothing!
I rushed through the darkness to the lakeside, quickly stripped off my homespun clothes, threw them into the river, then ran through a few big trees and into the bustling street.
I saw several patrol officers rush towards the restaurant, and then I heard police whistles. But I ignored them, subtly slowing my pace. As I entered the crowd, I immediately stopped running, pretending to be strolling through the night market…
I hurried through the narrow streets, and based on my memory, I quickly found the place where I had broken up with the mixed-race girl. I could already hear police sirens coming from the direction of the restaurant near Hoan Kiem Lake in the distance…
Hmph, this is a big city after all; it seems the police here are quite fast. But that's to be expected; this area is a famous commercial center, so the police force is obviously plentiful and their response time is quick.
I quickly walked to the herbal tea stall, where the mixed-race girl was sitting with a bored expression.
She was such a beautiful woman sitting there, with obvious mixed-race features, that she immediately attracted the attention of many men around her, and some were even trying to strike up a conversation with her.
I walked over, pulled her up, and smiled, "Okay, let's go."
The mixed-race girl was startled, looked up at me, and breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought you left on your own..."
As she spoke, she heard the sound of police sirens in the distance, and frowned slightly at me: "You..."
I shrugged: "There's been a minor disturbance there..."
Security disputes... Hmph, isn't that a common occurrence in Vietnam?
The first book, "A Man in the Martial World, Helpless to His Own Destiny," Chapter 173: I Hate Dancing the Most!
The trip only went wrong by a small mistake, which allowed the stripper to get away... Of course, I can now confirm that the woman was not a stripper at all, but most likely Tiger's accomplice, a female assassin.
That said, this female assassin truly deserves the title of "dedicated." She actually worked as a stripper at the nightclub on the cruise ship, and to get closer to her target, she actually stripped naked on stage and danced a striptease under the gaze of many men...
I really admire such dedication.
Although one of them escaped, thankfully she wasn't my primary target. Before the police could find us, I dragged the mixed-race girl beside me and quickly walked towards the main road.
Although it was already very late, there were still many tourists on Thirty-Six Streets. Amidst the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and the throngs of pedestrians, I pulled the girl beside me along and walked quickly.
There's a small intersection ahead. Go through the intersection, and in about twenty meters you'll reach the main road. You can flag down a taxi there!
Just as I was getting close to the intersection, I suddenly heard a series of hurried footsteps behind me! There were also some shouting and commotion mixed in. I turned around and saw some uniformed police officers running rapidly in this direction. They were forcefully pushing through the crowd, chasing and searching at the same time.
I couldn't help but frown. Aren't Vietnamese police usually incompetent? Why are they reacting so quickly tonight?
Actually, I misunderstood. In some smaller cities, Vietnamese police might be less efficient, but Hanoi is, after all, the capital of Vietnam!
The police in the capital are noticeably more disciplined than in other places. In just a few short minutes, officers had already caught up with the trail. Apparently, a waiter from a Western restaurant provided a clue, because I noticed that most of the officers' attention was focused on some Asian people dressed in local homespun clothing on the roadside!
I immediately slowed my pace, pulling the mixed-race girl beside me along as I pretended to look at the goods of a street vendor selling horn products. At that moment, several policemen ran past, and one of them bumped into me while running. I quickly dodged, but still stumbled. I nonchalantly pretended to turn around to protect the girl beside me, actually using this posture to turn around and face away from the policemen.
After a while, we walked out of the Thirty-Six Streets and came to the street outside. There were already many police officers looking around on the roadside. I remained calm, just took the girl's hand, and then reached out to flag down a taxi on the roadside.
It seems my good luck has run out. I stood there for two minutes, and not a single taxi stopped! And there weren't any empty cars parked on the side of the road picking up passengers either!
That's quite normal, because there are usually quite a few taxis parked on the roadside waiting for passengers, but as soon as the police arrive, they all drive off! After all, being caught illegally parked will result in a fine.
I've figured this out. I couldn't help but sigh.
Perhaps I stood by the roadside for too long, and the mixed-race girl next to me was really beautiful and too eye-catching, which attracted the attention of the police.
I noticed two policemen looking in my direction and then striding over.
I felt a sudden surge of nervousness, but then pretended not to see the police. I pulled the girl across the street. The policeman behind us shouted something, but I pretended not to hear and kept walking.
I didn't walk fast. After crossing the street, I pulled the girl to stand in front of a small hotel and smiled at her.
"What's wrong?" The mixed-race girl asked nervously.
I glanced at them out of the corner of my eye; the two policemen who had called me earlier were looking at me with suspicion, seemingly about to cross the street to find me. I sighed, took the girl's hand, and wrapped my other arm around her waist, pulling her close. The girl glanced at me, a hint of doubt in her eyes, but quickly closed her eyes obediently and slightly raised her chin. I took a deep breath and then kissed her.
Our kissing probably dispelled the police's doubts, because on the surface we really looked like a couple.
A fragrance wafted into my nose; I knew it was the girl's perfume. I put my arm around her waist, pretending to be very aroused, and then pressed her body against the wall. This mixed-race girl was truly a master of flirting; her hands immediately hooked around my neck, she let out a few soft moans, and at the same time, her body pressed tightly against me, unconsciously twisting slightly a few times.
I outwardly appeared blissful, but secretly I was observing my surroundings. After a long kiss, I made sure there were no police behind me, and then I released the mixed-race girl from my arms.
She breathed softly, her eyes alluring, and looked up at me: "You ambushed me just now."
I pursed my lips, which could be considered a smile, but I didn't say anything.