Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
âTapping device?â Although w.a.n.g Xiaoyan was confident about the function of these things, she could not help but ask.
â En , it seems that your trip to Macau has long been in the calculations of others!â Yang Ming smiled. It seemed that w.a.n.g Xiaoyan was still very amateurish. After staying in the room, she never thought that someone actually installed a tapping device in her room. âWhen you chose this hotel, did you reserve it or picked it on the spot?â
âI picked it on the spotâŚâ As w.a.n.g Xiaoyan spoke to this point, she couldnât help but exclaim, âSo, when I first arrived in Macau, I was already monitored?â
It seemed that w.a.n.g Xiaoyan wasnât stupid. She suddenly thought of the key to the matter.
âIt looks like this!â Yang Ming nodded. âSo, the whole thing should be Zheng Shaopengâs self-directed performance. His purpose is to deal with you!â
âTo deal with me?â When w.a.n.g Xiaoyan heard this, she was surprised.
âYes, have you offended someone?â asked Yang Ming.
âI⌠If I did offend anyone, I canât reach Macau. Iâm here for the first time!â w.a.n.g Xiaoyan was even more confused.
âThen I donât know. At least things appeared as such on the surface.â Yang Ming shrugged.
âYou havenât said. Who are you?â w.a.n.g Xiaoyan suddenly remembered that Yang Ming hadnât told her why he was there today.
âI? Hehe , you can treat me as a curious person.â Yang Ming didnât care.
âA curious person? What do you mean?â w.a.n.g Xiaoyan didnât understand. âNo one is here, and itâs only the two of us. Canât you say it?â
âw.a.n.g Yan isnât your real name, right?â Yang Ming didnât answer, but he looked at w.a.n.g Xiaoyan with a smile.
â En ⌠No. Most probably your name isnât Liu Lei, right?â w.a.n.g Xiaoyan smiled and said, âIn our line of work, we wonât tell our real name, right?â
âBut it doesnât matter. Since you have already guessed my ident.i.ty, why bother asking me?â Yang Ming said, âIâm also an a.s.sa.s.sin, but a freelance a.s.sa.s.sin. I donât belong to any organization.â
Anyway, Yang Ming didnât lie to her, because King of the a.s.sa.s.sins was originally solo. He never listened to anyone.
âThen⌠why did you follow me?â w.a.n.g Xiaoyan didnât doubt Yang Mingâs words. Yang Mingâs performance was almost the same as hers, so he should be her peer.
âAustralian Shopping, you wouldnât be unfamiliar with this magazine, right?â Yang Ming said to w.a.n.g Xiaoyan. w.a.n.g Xiaoyanâs facial expression changed significantly. Yang Ming didnât care about her, but continued, âI accidentally saw this magazine while drinking coffee at the coffee shop. It is also unintentional. When I looked through the contents, I found a strange advertis.e.m.e.nt. All the publications are meaningless symbols.
âHowever, as a sensitive a.s.sa.s.sin, I thought that the words are meaningful. So I took a picture of them on my mobile phone. I also asked the waiter in the coffee shop to bring me the previous issues and did the same thing.
âAfter returning, I sent these pictures to one of my friends. My friend, who happened to understand the meaning of these symbols, translated it for me. So I knew your plan. â
Of course, Yang Ming did not say that he knew this kind of code but casually fabricated a person. Because Fang Tian told him that this was the unique code of the b.u.t.terfly Family, not just anyone would know it.
But obviously, Yang Mingâs effort was in vain. When w.a.n.g Xiaoyan learned these codes, no one told her about their origin. Hence, she didnât realize it was weird when others knew such code.
What baffled w.a.n.g Xiaoyan was that Yang Ming actually had this kind of idleness to get involved! For your information, a.s.sa.s.sins were generally very indifferent. They were usually unconcerned with businesses that had nothing to do with them. Yang Ming just kept track of it out of his own curiosity.
âIs what you said true?â w.a.n.g Xiaoyan looked at Yang Ming and tried to see something from Yang Mingâs face.
âItâs true,â Yang Ming said affirmatively. âOtherwise, what do you think I am doing? If I were with Zheng Shaopeng, I would not save you. If I were with you⌠That is obviously impossible, so I can only be aloneâŚâ
w.a.n.g Xiaoyan thought about it and decided what Yang Ming said was very reasonable. It was indeed like this. Yang Ming didnât belong to her side or Zheng Shaopengâs side.
âThat⌠thank you for saving me todayâŚâ w.a.n.g Xiaoyan naturally knew how to be grateful for favors. Although it seemed that Yang Ming was actually curious, he accidentally saved her. w.a.n.g Xiaoyan lost her hostility to Yang Ming completely.
âItâs just a small deal.â Yang Ming said faintly. âIf there is nothing else, I suggest that you leave Macau as soon as possible. Although I donât know if Zheng Shaopeng or someone behind him had any grudge with you, they didnât succeed this time so they may not be willing to give up! Since they can easily enter your room to arrange a tapping device, it is possible for them to enter the room directly.
â Ah !â w.a.n.g Xiaoyan was shocked. As she heard Yang Ming, she became tense immediately.
âWell, I have other things. Do you have any contact information? Since we know each other, we are friends. We should keep in contact in the future.â Yang Ming said.
w.a.n.g Xiaoyan hesitated. She picked up the paper and pen on the desk at last. She wrote a phone number and handed it to Yang Ming, âIf you go to Song Jiang, you can call me.â
The most taboo of the a.s.sa.s.sin was to tell others about their ident.i.ty. However, w.a.n.g Xiaoyan wasnât deeply involved in this society. Yang Ming was her life-saver, so w.a.n.g Xiaoyan hesitated and told Yang Ming her private number.
âHow do I address you?â Yang Ming took the card and smiled. This phone number was really w.a.n.g Xiaoyanâs private number. Yang Mingâs mobile phone had already stored it. It seemed that w.a.n.g Xiaoyanâs vigilance still needed to be improved.
âMy surname is w.a.n.g. Iâm not lying to you.â Although w.a.n.g Xiaoyan didnât say her name, she affirmed her surname.
âMy surname is Yang.â Yang Ming smiled at w.a.n.g Xiaoyan.
âYang? Yang Lei?â w.a.n.g Xiaoyan asked subconsciously.
âOf course not.â Yang Ming shook his head. âThere will be more contact in the future. You will naturally know my name. Well, I have other things now. I wish you good luck.â
Yang Ming was still thinking about Zhang Bing and w.a.n.g Mei. Otherwise, he could accompany w.a.n.g Xiaoyan back to Song Jiang and take the opportunity to find out about the âBlack Widowâ organization.
However, in contrast, Zhang Bing was more important. He could only delay the matter of w.a.n.g Xiaoyan first. Yang Ming had said what he needed to say. w.a.n.g Xiaoyan would definitely leave Macau and return to Song Jiang.
A middle-aged man wore a headset and held a very sophisticated instrument in his hand, sitting in an RV [1] colored white like a fish belly. The RV [1] parked in a very hidden location, surrounded by buildings. However, from the gap, it could clearly monitor the situation of Xinhai Hotelâs door.
âZhi-Kaka-Kuang â A huge noise came. It almost shocked the middle-aged man until he was deaf. He took the headset off and caressed his ears.
âDid the Miss discover somethingâŚ?â The middle-aged man said with a smile. âItâs over. This time I canât hear what the lady said. How do I tell master?â
Indeed, the tapping devices in w.a.n.g Xiaoyanâs room in the Xinhai Hotel were all installed by the middle-aged man. Both Yang Ming and w.a.n.g Xiaoyan had probably thought wrong.
The middle-aged man sighed and turned to the rear compartment of the RV [1]. The rear compartment of this RV [1] was completely enclosed and completely isolated from the outside world. If the light werenât turned on, it would be dark.
The middle-aged man flipped the switch of the inner wall light of the vehicle. The RV immediately brightened up! On the floor of the compartment, there was a man and a dead body lying there!
If Yang Ming and w.a.n.g Xiaoyan were present, they would definitely recognize them. These two people were Zheng Shaopengâs bodyguards. One of them was shot dead by Yang Ming, and the other was kicked in the acupuncture point, still in a coma.
The middle-aged man opened the faucet on the RV [1] and filled the wash basin with cold water. Then, the middle-aged man grabbed the collar of the unconscious bodyguard and pressed him into the water, repeating it several times.
* Cough âŚ* With a strong cough, the bodyguard woke up from the stimulation of cold water.
â Hey !â The middle-aged man had a cold snort and slammed the bodyguard on the ground.
The bodyguard just woke up and looked around in horror. He a.s.sessed his surroundingsâŚ
âTell me. Who sent you here?â The middle-aged man asked without letting the bodyguard catch a breather.
âWho sent me? Who are you?â The bodyguard steeled his mind and looked at the unfamiliar man in front of him.
âSome words need not be pointed out so clearly. I think you know it deep down in your heart.â The middle-aged man sneered, âDonât mess with me. My temper is not great. When youâre tortured like h.e.l.l, donât blame me for not reminding you!â
After Yang Ming came out of Xinhai Hotel, he was preparing to stop a taxi on the road, but he stood on the roadside!
It seems that someone is staring at me! Yang Ming had this feeling since this afternoon, but he couldnât find anyone. Yang Mingâs sixth sense was very sharp. It isnât an illusion, but an actual feeling that someone behind me stares at me and tracks me.
But when I look back, it is all ordinary faces. Even with the special ability to scan around, I found nothing unusual.
Oh ya! Yang Ming suddenly remembered one thing. During the New Year, he had a similar feeling when he was with w.a.n.g Xiaoyan. Moreover, he also caught the person who followed the trackâŚ
Can it be that the person targeted w.a.n.g Xiaoyan that time? And this time is the same? That is to say, w.a.n.g Xiaoyan had been targeted in Song Jiang?
Forget it. These had nothing to do with Yang Ming. Yang Ming simply put it in the back of his mind. Sure enough, when Yang Ming got on the taxi and left the Xinhai Hotel, the feeling of being stared at suddenly disappeared.
This time is an absolute certainty that no matter who it is, the person who is targeted is w.a.n.g Xiaoyan, not me. Yang Ming breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the hotel he was staying at.