Chapter 347: Killing Alliance Takes the Order

Song Yutang took it out and put it on herself, then looked at Yaen Chi and coquettishly said, “Brother Chi, help me put it on.”

Yaen Chi chuckled, pressed her shoulders, and turned her around to personally put the necklace on her, followed by the bracelet, with Song Yutang intentionally hooking her finger in the palm of his hand.

Yaen Chi’s expression didn’t change on the surface, but he took a harder drag on his cigarette.

“Go on, go play with your little sisters.

I need to talk business inside.”

Song Yutang wouldn’t dream of refusing, eager to show off.

A folding screen was placed in the middle of the private room, with a dining table on the outside and a tea room on the inside.

When Yaen Chi entered, Loo Jinyang had just poured a cup of tea, placing one in front of him.

He said, “The Killing Alliance has made contact.

They refused the first order I placed; I placed it again, explicitly asking for a batch of assembled goods, but they refused that order as well.

On my third attempt, I sent them a photo of the gun little sister-in-law is fond of playing with, and this time they took the order, but the price is a bit steep, ten million each.”

Several instructors of the base were also sitting around the tea table.

Yaen Chi’s identity was complicated; he navigated both the underworld and the lawful world, with three major bases under his command, all training special agents to be sent upwards.

Not many in Rongcheng City knew his identity, and only those trustworthy were present and allowed to speak freely.

Others only knew Yaen Chi as a man fond of pleasure, who had connections with several of Rongcheng’s major families, but they were unaware of the vast network of information he controlled.

With a mere flick of his fingers, he could obliterate a family with ease.

He hadn’t been to the base recently, as it was irritating.

Ever since he had Nan Jiaojiao’s gun, nothing else could pique his interest.

“That expensive?” Yaen Chi raised his eyes in astonishment.

“It is quite expensive, but the Killing Alliance said they don’t sell their goods; this is a rule set by one of their elders.

Them agreeing to sell it already comes with risks.”

Yaen Chi: “Can you guarantee they will be exactly the same?”

“That can’t be guaranteed; there will definitely be differences, but even so, it will be superior to little sister-in-law’s toy,” he replied.

Yaen Chi, rubbing the edge of the tea cup, said, “Fine, place the order for now.

I’ll talk to Brother Yan later.”

The laughter and noise of the women outside filtered in.

Yaen Chi glanced up just in time to see the door of the private room being pushed open, with Ye Wanting holding a tray as she carefully placed several dishes on the table.

“What are you doing here?!”

Song Yutang suddenly stood up and strode swiftly to Ye Wanting, giving her arm a vicious tug.

This tug caused the soup to spill, some of it splashing onto Song Yutang’s delicate high heels.

She screamed, dodging away, glanced at the tip of her shoe, and then glared fiercely at Ye Wanting, “I asked you, what are you doing here?”

“I work here.”

“Work?” Song Yutang’s voice rose several octaves, “Working here as a waitress is your job?

Stop embarrassing yourself!”

Ye Wanting’s brow furrowed, “What I do for work shouldn’t reflect on Miss Song.”

“How could it not?” Song Yutang closed in, lowering her voice, teeth clenched tightly, threatening, “Are you so eager for people to dig up the connection between you and me?

Be smart and take your crippled mother and leave Rongcheng City early.

Otherwise, incidents like last time when I provoked her and she suddenly fell ill, I might just visit more often when the mood strikes me.”

Ye Wanting’s eyes slightly widened, recalling Song Yutang’s shouting in the hospital made her head ache.

She took a step back, her pale face looking bland, “I have no connection with Miss Song.

After all, tearing down the legal wife, a mistress rising to the top, usurping a place that doesn’t belong to her—those are things anyone with a shred of dignity wouldn’t do.

As for leaving, Rongcheng is inherently our home; why should I leave?

Sometimes I truly admire your patience, enduring for so long, only showing yourselves after my father took the fortune away.”