Chapter 411 - Compensation (1/2)

Chapter 411 Compensation

“No. I came to this city not long ago, and we probably haven’t met each other before,” Zhang Heng said.

Even though the person in charge had appeared in front of him, Zhang Heng was still grabbing the tattooed man’s head.

“That’s interesting. We haven’t met each other before, and I’m pretty sure that we don’t have any disagreements as well. My friend, why are you doing such a terrible thing to me?” The old man looked around. He saw his men on the ground, immobile and severely wounded. He then wiped his hands with his handkerchief and handed it to the person behind him before taking off his leather ap.r.o.n.

“I don’t think I know your name.”

“I’m just an insignificant nameless man. My name is not important. I do my job, and I get paid. But I think you should know about my employer. He is supposed to do business with someone here tonight. My job is to make sure that the transaction proceeds without any hiccups,” Zhang Heng said. “Oh, Mr. Jonathan, I like him. Is he in the car behind you? If only he got down earlier, I don’t think such a regrettable tragedy would have happened.”

“My employer hopes to see your sincerity when he gets off the car.”

“Do not take advantage of my good nature, my child. This is not how business is supposed to be done,” the old man was shaking his head, “We haven’t even laid our eyes on the goods, and you want us to show you the money first? That doesn’t make sense at all. Am I right?”

Zhang Heng tapped on the tattooed man’s cheek with the back of a knife. “Mr. Jonathan has done business with others, and they usually don’t use people like him as a welcome.” The people behind the old man were ready to draw their weapons. However, they were stopped by their boss.

“Interesting, it’s been a long time since I met someone as interesting as you.”

“…but I often encounter people like him,” Zhang Heng snapped, planting the tattooed man’s head on the table harder.

The tip of the knife had been dangling in front of the tattooed man’s face for a while. He was so afraid that he peed himself. A slight frown appeared on the old man’s forehead when he saw the cowardice of his man. Immediately, he stopped talking and turned to the man behind him.

“Get the money out.”

Zhang Heng finally let go of his palm when he heard the words. He then put the knife back on the table. A look of surprise flashed in the old man’s eyes. He wasn’t surprised when Zhang Heng defeated all four of his men in one go, but when Zhang Heng took a step back, he felt like he could never truly figure him out.

He then coughed, “Well, when are you guys going to stop embarra.s.sing me?” After what the old man said, the few men lying on the ground mustered their final straw of strength to stand up. They limped to the slaughterhouse with their heads hung low.

“Wait.” Zhang Heng said, pointing to the guy who was stabbed in the wrist before, “He has to be sent to the hospital quickly.” “This little injury is nothing to me. I won’t make a fuss like a woman. I will just wrap it with something later,” the man replied with the pride of a fighter burning in his heart. His tough-guy statement had also won the approval of his companions.

“I hope you will not regret what you said tonight the day you realize you can no longer hold a folk,” Zhang Heng said indifferently. Never one to be nosy, he would not repeat the same thing three times. Everyone was responsible for the choices that they made, whether it was the chemistry teacher or an Albanian kid who was trying to prove that he was a real man.

Defeated, the old man’s goons finally brought out a leather bag.

Zhang Heng then signaled the chemistry teacher in the car to come out, who then took two deep breaths before opening the car door.

Just as he got out of the car, he tripped on the scuff plate. He managed to stabilize himself quickly and walked over with the carton in his arms.