Chapter 26

C26 – He Met Mu Shuxin for the First Time

Descending from the eighth floor, Wen Huaimu was the picture of ease and vitality. He discovered that playing the part of an expert brought such joy, and the awe in people’s eyes made him feel like a true VIP!

In high spirits, Wen Huaimu made his way to the seventh floor, but not for another round of gambling. His few bets had paid off handsomely, and he hadn’t lost sight of his goal: to earn enough to support his elfin.

He pulled out a stack of purple coins and a bank card from his ring and tossed them onto the exchange counter, declaring, “Convert this into cash and deposit it, please.”

The young woman at the counter had barely glanced at Wen Huaimu until the sight of the purple coins caught her off guard. She realized she had underestimated the seemingly unfashionable man before her – he was loaded!

She quickly flashed a winsome smile and began to count the coins, throwing flirtatious glances at Wen Huaimu, hoping to charm the affluent young master.

Wen Huaimu, however, paid her no mind.

With no other option, the young woman efficiently tallied the coins. Upon seeing the staggering sum, she tried once more to catch Wen Huaimu’s attention with a coy look.

Wen Huaimu remained focused on the coins.

17.58 million!

That was the tally of the purple coins.

He had earned a fortune.

Even for someone extraordinary like Wen Huaimu, the amount was astonishing.

He was now a man of wealth.

“Deposit this into my bank account. And here’s a tip for you,” Wen Huaimu said, plucking a five thousand purple coin from the pile and handing it to the young woman.

“Thank you, Young Master,” she replied, her disappointment at failing to allure him softened by the generous tip. She smiled gratefully and proceeded with the transaction.

Card in hand, Wen Huaimu headed for the exit. His mission was accomplished, and he had even crossed paths with a beauty – a flawless victory. All that was left was to settle scores with Mr. Long Hair and Chickenhead.

They had plotted against his life, and he was not about to let them off the hook.

Wen Huaimu caressed the bottle of pills in his pocket, a mischievous grin spreading across his lips. Mr. Long Hair’s comeuppance was imminent.

To Wen Huaimu’s surprise, the occupant of the other sofa was none other than Big T!

How had these two, who had been at odds just that afternoon, ended up sitting together now?

“Big T, we’ve known each other for a while, and you’ve had my back twice before. Frankly, I consider you an elder,” Mu Shuxin said with a hint of sincerity.

Big T remained unaffected, sitting in silence, his gaze coolly fixed on Mu Shuxin.

“I had hoped to bring Leng Hao in to mediate, but that’s not going to happen. You’ve come alone today, so I’ll get straight to the point. The Liao Qiming issue has nothing to do with me. I’ve found some evidence, but I’m worried you won’t believe it,” Mu Shuxin stated.

“Evidence?” A flicker of amusement crossed Big T’s face, though he offered no comment.

“I figured you wouldn’t trust me, but let me say this. Some of the evidence I’ve gathered suggests a connection to the Votroecorians. I don’t have all the details yet, but if you trust me, I’ll have a full explanation for you within three days.” Mu Shuxin, the newly risen mafia don, spoke with an undeniable presence.

Big T remained silent, simply relaxing his frame and settling back into the sofa, his gaze drifting up to the chandelier overhead as if lost in thought.

Scarface stopped speaking as well; any more words would be pointless now. It all hinged on Big T’s reaction.

A cell phone began to vibrate.

Scarface’s brow furrowed, his eyes darkening as he fixed his stare on the young man behind him.

Yet the young man was unflustered, casually pulling out his phone to take the call.

A short while later, the young man hung up and bent forward to whisper in Scarface’s ear.

Abruptly, Scarface stood, his face clouding over with a grim expression.

Even Big T was taken aback by Scarface’s sudden movement, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes. What could possibly shake the normally composed Scarface to his core?

After a moment of hesitation, Scarface managed a wry smile and said, “Big T, we’ve got trouble. Your man, Yan Xuewen, was found dead at a junkyard in the South District—and it’s a particularly bizarre death.”

“Ouwang is dead!” The news visibly shook Big T. He rose swiftly to his feet, his eyes seething with menace as he glared at Scarface.

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