Chapter 982 - Setting A Trap (1/2)

Chapter 982: Setting A Trap

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Albeit with difficulty, Charlie struggled to grab his phone and used online banking apps to transfer more than 200 million dollars to the account Tang An just gave him. After the notification was displayed on the screen, proving that there was no money left in his account, he then said with a bitter voice, “Miss, I didn’t see your face so I don’t know who you are. I already gave you all my money, all for my life.”

“The money from your private account is for the compensation of your own sins!” sneered Tang An. “You can be sure to meet your maker along with your loved ones should you dare to sell us out again. Heh, don’t ever think that because you’re a member of the Darkwind agency, it can deter my Boss from killing you. As long as the price is right, let alone you, even all your family members and friends will be ruthlessly hunted and killed by countless people.”

Charlie gulped and fearfully replied, “Yes, yes, yes. You’re right. I’ll never sell you out again. Absolutely.”

“Then you must play your script we give you to prove it,” said Tang An with satisfaction. “Your performance will determine whether you can keep your shitty life.”

“What script should I follow?” asked Charlie hurriedly.

“You just called Singkuo, the eldest prince of the Dark Shaman, didn’t you?” asked Tang An. “He wants to buy the intel about us, doesn’t he?”

Charlie said bitterly, “Yes. I just wanted to make a lot of money in private, so…”

“You really had no idea how powerful the man you just wanted to sell out is, Charlie. If you did, I’m afraid that you’d be scared out of your wits after pulling such a stunt even if you gave 20 billion dollars.” Tang An interrupted him coldly and lightly added. “What I need you to do is to inform Singkuo that Singluen has returned to Bangkok and is now hiding in a coconut plantation about 100km to the southeast of downtown Bangkok. The owner of that plantation is a man called Zuo Daquan.”

“I know him!” blurted Charlie in surprise. “Do you have a grudge against him?”

“Don’t stick your nose in it,” said Tang An coldly. “Do what I just told you and pass it to Singkuo. Also, you must know that Singkuo’s death is inevitable. Associate yourself and give him a favor, and you’ll find death knocking at your door.”

Charlie had witnessed the mysteriousness and dreadfulness of the other party. He could only brace himself to write the information personally, sending it to Singluen via email. Everything was to keep his own life.

“I did what you told me to do. Can you let me go…”

Just as his fingers left the keyboard, he spoke and looked back, only to be dumbfounded since not even the shadow of that person was seen behind him.

‘Was it just an illusion? That’s impossible! That woman was definitely here!’

‘But… the door and windows are closed. They were never opened in the first place. How did she come in? How did she leave? Is she a ghost or something?’

Wiping off the beads of sweat on his forehead, Charlie got up and checked every corner of the room. After confirming that there really was no other person inside, only then did he feel relieved, taking a sigh of relief. As he came to the sofa, he felt weak as he took a seat. The sensation of having death knocking at the door was so intense and real, leaving him with a lingering fear up till now.

‘No longer will I stick my nose in this shit again. I won’t give a damn shit to Singkuo, nor will I get involved in anything related to this clan again even if they give me a mountain of gold. Those guys around Singluen are too dreadful and it’s very easy if they want to kill me. Anyone around me is nothing but shit. They can do whatever.’

Charlie felt more relaxed after ruminating about this issue clearly.

****

Don Mueang District, Feather Palace Club.

Tang Xiu had just come back and was now holding a stack of documents as he returned to his room when his expression suddenly moved slightly and he asked, “Have you accomplished the task I gave you?”

A shadow flickered, and Tang An appeared in front of Tang Xiu out of thin air. Then, she respectfully reported, “It’s been done, Grand Master. It was as you predicted. Charlie tried to fish out more from Singkuo again for some personal gain, so I forced him to pass the fake intel you prepared to Singkuo.”

“Heh, the Darkwind agency may be the world’s largest intelligence agency, but they have too many corrupted crooks,” sneered Tang Xiu. “Everything is just for money and interest to them. With too many people in their organization, it’s inevitable that they are rotten and decent people in their ranks. As such, there will be numerous people who forget their own code at the prospect of profits. Their promises are worth nothing.”

A smile was now sported on Tang An’s face as she said, “Well, he has quite a fortune, Grand Master, so I forced him to transfer the money in his Swiss private account to mine. The total amount is around 240 million dollars, which I’m going to transfer to your account later.”

“Huh? You what?”

Tang Xiu’s expression turned vacant. An expression between laughter and tears appeared on his face a moment after. “Haih, why do I feel like all the people around me have kinda turned into fearful bandits lately? How come all of you always extort money every time I deal with the enemy?”

A smile appeared on Tang An’s face yet again. “Well, we’re short on money, Grand Master.”