Richest Rag-picker

Chapter 342: Chapter 324: Walked into a Trap?

Thinking it over, Fang Chenyi couldn’t help but nod. "That’s certainly one way to do it, but it’s a little unsafe for the two of you to go alone. How about this... I think the decor in the captain’s room is quite nice."

Fang Chenyi trailed off, but Qi Xiaotian and the other man understood exactly what he meant. They exchanged a glance and gave him a thumbs-up. "You’ve really thought of everything, Brother Fang."

He laughed and rapped Qi Xiaotian on the head, scolding with a grin,

"Cut the flattery. Alright, no time like the present. Let’s go."

As he spoke, Fang Chenyi, just like he’d seen in the movies, racked the slide of the Desert Eagle with a sharp CLICK, preparing to tuck it into the back of his waistband.

But just as he was about to tuck it away, Qi Xiaotian hurriedly cried out, stopping him.

"Brother Fang, wait, wait!"

Seeing Qi Xiaotian’s anxious expression, Fang Chenyi froze, his hand stopping mid-motion. He stared at Qi Xiaotian in confusion.

When Qi Xiaotian saw Fang Chenyi pause, he let out a long sigh of relief. He then reached over and took the Desert Eagle from Fang Chenyi’s hand.

Then, as Fang Chenyi watched, he skillfully ejected the chambered round, pressed it back into the magazine, and only then handed the gun back.

Baffled by this, Fang Chenyi asked,

"Xiaotian, what the hell was that? Why did you unload my gun?"

Seeing the perplexed look on Fang Chenyi’s face, Qi Xiaotian chuckled.

"Heh, I was just worried it might go off in your pants, Brother Fang."

The words were barely out of his mouth when Fang Chenyi rapped him on the head again. "To hell with you! It’s your pants that are gonna have a misfire! Aren’t both of your guns loaded and ready? So how come mine is going to go off in my pants? What, are your pants made of iron? You’re not afraid?"

Though Fang Chenyi knew the guy meant well, he couldn’t help but rap him on the head again. The way he’d said it was just too infuriating—jinxing him by saying his gun would go off in his pants...

Qi Xiaotian didn’t take the tap on the head seriously at all. For one, Fang Chenyi hadn’t used much force. For another, he was already used to it.

"C’mon, Brother Fang, you can’t compare yourself to us. We could sleep hugging a block of TNT and be fine, let alone a little thing like this. But you’re different. If it really went off, your wife would have our hides when we get back. Besides, we’re here. Even if there is danger, it won’t be your turn to pull the trigger."

Fang Chenyi pursed his lips and ignored him, turning to head for the door.

Qi Xiaotian scrambled to catch up, a grin still on his face. When he was right behind Fang Chenyi, he asked, a little worried,

"Brother Fang, should we bring those two boxes with us? Leaving them here..."

But Fang Chenyi just waved a hand. "Don’t worry. I hid them."

The three of them left the room and headed straight for the nearest elevator.

「Meanwhile, in the captain’s room.」

Before David Rogers and Wolz stood five burly black men. They were all built like bears, and what’s more, each one was holding a gleaming machete.

"Wolz, this is it. It all comes down to this. Remember, leave no one alive. Once it’s done, I’ll give each of you one million US Dollars!"

David Rogers’s gaze swept across the five burly men before him as he made his tempting offer.

Not only were these five men powerfully built, but their fighting skills were formidable as well. All five came from the same place: an underground fighting ring.

David Rogers was confident that these five would be more than enough to deal with those three yellow-skinned monkeys.

As soon as David finished speaking, Wolz, standing to the side, smirked sinisterly and drew a pitch-black pistol from behind his back. He chambered a round with a sharp CLICK, then tucked the loaded weapon back into his waistband. With a grand wave of his hand, he ordered,

"Let’s go!"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

However, just as they were turning to leave, someone knocked on the door from the outside. The sudden interruption made everyone freeze.

David Rogers frowned. He had given explicit orders that no one was to enter unless summoned. He had even posted two security guards to watch the door. And yet, here was someone knocking.

David Rogers gestured to his men. Once they had all hidden their machetes inside their coats, he called out coldly toward the door, "Come in."

CREAK... The door was pushed open from the outside, and one of the two security guards at the entrance stepped cautiously inside.

At this sight, David Rogers’s brow furrowed. He stared coldly at the guard, preparing to berate him.

But just as the words were about to leave his lips, he saw three figures walk in behind the guard. He immediately swallowed the reprimand.

His expression instantly switched to a fawning smile as he spoke cautiously to the three newcomers.

"Oh, my, Boss! I thought you went to your room to rest. What brings you here? If you needed anything, you could have just called for me."

A half-smile played on Fang Chenyi’s lips as his eyes swept over the five burly men in black inside the room. He sneered inwardly. ’Just as I figured. They were getting these five ready to come after me.’

He sauntered over to David Rogers’s spacious office chair and dropped into it. Then, he slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes fixing on David Rogers like a hawk’s. A hint of amusement tinged his voice as he spoke calmly.

"Heh. So, you even know that I returned to my room. It seems you’re paying very close attention to me."

Seeing Fang Chenyi’s expression and demeanor, David Rogers’s heart skipped a beat. ’Could he have sensed something?’ he thought.

"Oh, hehe, my dear boss, of course I have to keep track of your whereabouts. That way, I’m always ready to be of service to you."

As he spoke, David Rogers straightened up from his slight bow. He had simply been caught off guard a moment ago, and with the door still open, he had acted respectfully.

’But wait,’ he thought, ’wasn’t I just about to send people to kill this guy? And now he’s delivered himself right to my doorstep. Why should I bother being polite?’

’He’s really asking to die. This room of mine has been specially soundproofed—the insulation is excellent. I was originally worried that using guns outside would alarm the other tourists, which is why I only had those five men bring machetes.’

’But now, there’s no need for that concern. Here in my room, even if a gun is fired, at most a faint sound might be heard in the hallway. I don’t have to worry about the tourists finding out at all.’

At this thought, David Rogers, with his hand behind his back, gave a signal to Wolz.

Wolz saw the signal and understood immediately. He straightened his back, strode to the door, and with a CLICK, bolted it from the inside.

Seeing this, Fang Chenyi couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. ’So, they don’t plan on letting me out of here. Heh, I wonder if this counts as me walking right into their trap.’

He cast an amused glance at David Rogers, whose expression had at some point twisted into a cold sneer.

"Heh. Since you’ve already made your preparations, there’s no need to be shy about it."

David Rogers roared with laughter at his words, then shrugged his shoulders and said with mock regret,

"Oh, my dear boss, I truly can’t tell if it’s just you who’s this foolish, or if all you Huaxia People are this foolish. Do you not understand the predicament you’re in? If I were you, I wouldn’t have taken that ten million US Dollars. After all, compared to ten million US Dollars, your own life is more important, isn’t it? Hahaha."

As David Rogers’s wild laughter echoed through the room, the five burly black men all drew their foot-long machetes. They stared menacingly at Fang Chenyi and his two companions, their eyes like those of predators looking at three lambs for the slaughter.

PS: Thanks to brother "Invisible Wings" for the 200 book coin reward!

It’s been a long time since I’ve asked for tickets. Brothers, it’s the end of the month, so if you have any tickets, don’t hold onto them. They’ll be wasted if they expire...