Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

133: Chapter 133 Let me go!These two, by the sound and look of them, seemed more like two hotheaded punks who had somehow gotten word and wanted to take a risk for a windfall, or... amateur kidnappers with concerning professional standards.

But the key issue was—the source of the information.

Almost immediately, a location jumped into Brother Bufan’s mind: the Golden Brilliance Club.

It was a semi-public gray information hub in City A, where many unsavory rumors, missing persons or items searches, and even some shady ”small jobs” often circulated through secret channels.

Although he acted low-key, he had used the club’s capabilities when he was looking for trouble with Su Bai before.

Could he have accidentally left some traceable marks at the club, or... did someone deliberately spread his information and ”value” there?

However, if the opponents were merely characters at this level, Brother Bufan wasn’t worried.

He was never worried about open attacks or this child’s play kidnapping, but rather the true mastermind hidden in the shadows, with seasoned methods and unclear motives. These two in front of him were, at most, two trash fish attracted by the scent of meat.

Having made a preliminary judgment, Brother Bufan didn’t show the slightest hint of it on the surface. He lowered his eyelids, hiding the flash of cold light in his eyes, and deliberately slowed his tone, adding a hint of weakness and compromise as he started fishing for information: ”Ten million... is not a small amount. How can you be sure I can produce it? Who told you... I’m worth this price?”

“Of course it was...” The Bald Man was deceived by Brother Bufan’s seemingly submissive act of fishing for information and instinctively wanted to answer. Just as the words were about to come out, he was suddenly pulled behind by the Bald-headed Man next to him, who slammed an elbow into his ribs.

“Are you stupid!” The Bald-headed Man glared, scolding in a low voice, “Are we questioning him, or is he questioning us? Use your brain!” After experiencing Su Bai’s crushing “education” last time, the Bald-headed Man had reflected deeply. He hadn’t learned much else, but he at least remembered the basic “professional ethics” of “talking less and not revealing one’s hand.”

“Brother-in-law, I... I didn’t mean to tell the truth, actually, I just wanted to bluff him...” The Bald Man rubbed his aching ribs, defending himself in a small, aggrieved voice.

The Bald-headed Man ignored him and turned back to Brother Bufan. Provoked by Brother Bufan’s duplicitous attitude just now, and coupled with the annoyance of his companion almost letting the cat out of the bag, that bluffing ruthlessness surged in his heart again.

Without any warning, he raised his hand and delivered a slap, landing squarely on Brother Bufan’s face!

“Slap!” The crisp sound was exceptionally harsh in the empty, unfinished building.

“Stop fucking beating around the bush with me!” The Bald-headed Man spat, glaring and roaring, “Give me the money! Ten million! Did you hear me?!”

This slap wasn’t heavy, even a bit amateurish, but it was extremely insulting.

Brother Bufan’s cheek burned with pain, but what was even harder for him to endure was the sense of humiliation that shot straight to his head.

Who was he? The ruler of Dragon King Hall, the “Dragon King” who made countless people tremble in the overseas underworld! His status and prestige were built on the bones of countless opponents, fought for on the edge of life and death amidst blood and fire!

Today, he was actually slapped like a disobedient lackey and extorted for money by two laughably amateur kidnappers who had popped out of some corner?

If word got out, how could he, Brother Bufan, still have a foothold in the underworld?

What about the dignity of Dragon King Hall?

A surge of violent killing intent instantly crushed his previous calm testing. Brother Bufan snapped his head up, his gaze like an ice-tempered blade piercing straight at the Bald-headed Man, the previous deliberate disguise of weakness vanished. He stiffened his neck and squeezed out two words from between his teeth, resolute:

“I don’t have it!”

“Oh really?” The Bald-headed Man was taken aback by this sudden display of backbone. Then, as if his authority had been challenged, he took a step forward, almost pressing against Brother Bufan’s face, staring him down fiercely, “You’re playing tough with me, huh? Choosing the hard way over the easy way?”

“Heh,” Brother Bufan sneered. Even though he was tied up tightly, the pressure and disdain of someone long in a high position naturally flowed out, “Then what can you do to me?”

From these few unskilled lines of dialogue, this crude extortion method, and this disorganized violent intimidation, Brother Bufan completely confirmed it—these two were not professional kidnappers at all, they didn’t even count as “amateurs.” They were purely two idiots blinded by greed, whimsically wanting to pull off something big but not even knowing the basic process!

Against people like this, he had a hundred ways to make them regret coming into this world.

Now, he just needed a little time, a little opportunity.

The rope was indeed tied professionally, but the guarding level of these two... was full of holes like a sieve.

Brother Bufan lowered his eyelids, hiding the cold and cruel calculation deep in his eyes. He began to silently adjust his breathing, recovering the energy lost from the fierce battle at the port and his unconsciousness, while sensing every knot and slight change in tension of the Cowhide Rope on his body.

“Why you—!” The Bald-headed Man was completely enraged by Brother Bufan’s disdainful sneer and provocation, blood rushing to his head.

He instinctively spun around in place, his eyes scanning around as if looking for some handy “tool to teach a lesson,” although he hadn’t figured out exactly what he was looking for—a brick? A stick? Or something else?

But that fire of being despised burned away what little patience and “professionalism” he had.

Just a few seconds later, he let out a low growl and suddenly turned around. No longer looking for a tool, he charged straight at Brother Bufan, who was tied to the pillar!

As he charged, his hand instinctively reached for his belt buckle, the movement carrying a crude and direct threatening meaning.

“Brother-in-law! Brother-in-law! Don’t! Don’t do it!”

Seeing this, the Bald Man was so scared he hurriedly lunged forward, hugging the Bald-headed Man’s waist tightly from behind and pulling back hard, “Didn’t we agree? We just want the money, don’t... don’t cause a big scene!”

But the Bald-headed Man was in a fit of rage, and believing himself to be strong, the Bald Man’s pulling couldn’t stop him for a moment. Instead, he struggled and stumbled two more steps forward, getting closer to Brother Bufan. This feeling of being hindered made him even more irritable. His face turned red and his neck thickened as he roared at Brother Bufan, his voice distorted from the effort: “You’re acting tough with me?! Back in my hometown, I even handled the pigs in the fields! What do you think you are, daring to glare at me?!”

These words were incredibly vulgar, yet they strangely carried a kind of boorish vitality from the bottom of society.

“Brother-in-law!!!” Seeing he couldn’t hold him back, in desperation, the Bald Man roared with all his might. The sound exploded in the empty, unfinished building, even cracking slightly.

This shout finally made the frenzied Bald-headed Man pause. He stopped and turned his head in surprise to look at the Bald Man behind him, whose face was flushed red from the effort.

Since this honest brother-in-law had started following him, he had never shouted at him like this.

In the Bald-headed Man’s eyes, half was the lingering anger and killing intent, and the other half was the confusion and questioning of being stunned by the shout—Why are you stopping me? This loser is so arrogant, shouldn’t he be taught a lesson?

The Bald Man was panting heavily, but he still nodded heavily at the Bald-headed Man with great seriousness, even a bit of desperate determination, his tone exceptionally resolute: “Brother-in-law! Calm down! This matter... let me do it!”

As he spoke, he released his hold on the Bald-headed Man and stepped in front of Brother Bufan, blocking the Bald-headed Man.

The Bald Man turned around, his chest still heaving from the excitement. He mimicked the Bald-headed Man, trying to knit his eyebrows together to make his face look more fierce, but the effect was limited.

He pulled the Bald-headed Man back a bit, while he himself walked with a slightly splayed gait in front of Brother Bufan.

After standing still, he made a move that caused Brother Bufan’s pupils to shrink—he also placed his hand on his belt buckle, even making it clatter intentionally. He squinted at Brother Bufan, imitating the tone of a Villain in a movie, though his accent remained thick.

“Wait! No! Brother, let’s talk this out!” Brother Bufan was truly panicked now, no longer able to maintain his cold and disdainful posture.

What kind of scenes had he not witnessed? Mountains of knives and seas of fire, hail of bullets, severe torture—he prided himself on being able to remain unfazed through it all.

But these two in front of him weren’t playing by the rules. This “local-style threat,” carrying strong insult and unknown fear, truly broke through his psychological defense and bottom line of acceptance.

He didn’t want to lose his integrity in this place, in this way!

“I’ll let you see for yourself today!” Seeing Brother Bufan’s tone change, the Bald Man’s courage grew, and his voice rose, carrying a strange kind of ruthlessness mixed with rural metaphors, “If the corn stalks in the field don’t listen, I can snap them! Let alone you?!”

The metaphor was crude and raw, and combined with his hand on his belt, the threat was palpable.

“Brother! Brother! I give in! I really give in!”

Brother Bufan spoke rapidly, his attitude doing a hundred-and-eighty-degree turn, his head shaking like a rattle, “I won’t be arrogant anymore, never again! You two heroes... let’s talk business, the money is negotiable!”

He was truly afraid. No matter how cruel interrogation was, it was still torture within the “professional scope.” But if these two brutes were for real... he couldn’t even imagine the scene. If it got out, where would he put his face as the “Dragon King”? This was simply worse than killing him.

“Weren’t you quite tough?” The Bald Man raised his chin proudly, feeling that his “intimidation strategy” had achieved unprecedented success.

“Not tough anymore, absolutely not tough anymore!” Brother Bufan immediately declared, then said in a negotiating tone with a bit of urgency, “I’ll give the money! Ten million, right? I’ll call someone to prepare it!”

“Just give the money!” The Bald-headed Man, who had been watching from the side, also leaned in and added a sentence, glaring. He seemed to feel that although the Bald Man’s move was a bit off, the effect was outstanding.

“Where’s the phone?” the Bald-headed Man asked immediately, while looking warily at Brother Bufan’s bound hands and feet, clearly not intending to untie him.

“In my right pants pocket,” Brother Bufan quickly indicated, leaning his body slightly to one side, “It’s a black phone. The password is six 8s. Take it and help me dial a number. Put it on speaker, and I’ll talk to them.”

He acted very cooperatively, hiding the cold calculation in his eyes even deeper. The most important thing now was to first stabilize these two unreasonable guys and get the communication tool. As long as the call could be made, even if it was just a few short sentences, he had a way to transmit a signal for help or a counterattack.

How could these two hicks imagine the power of Dragon King Hall?

“Wouldn’t it have been better to cooperate so readily earlier? You just had to get scolded!” The Bald Man snorted and rolled his eyes at Brother Bufan before fishing out the black encrypted phone from Brother Bufan’s right pants pocket. He clumsily swiped the screen and entered the password “888888” as Brother Bufan said, and it indeed unlocked.

He poked open the contacts. Seeing that most of the contact names were in English or codes, he felt a bit dizzy and asked gruffly, “Which one do I call? What’s the name?”

“Dragon Two!” Brother Bufan said the name almost through gritted teeth, his pronunciation deliberately clear and heavy.

He still held a very faint hope in his heart—maybe, just maybe, these two hicks had accidentally heard of the name “Dragon King Hall” or “Dragon Two”?

Even if it was just a tiny bit of hearsay, if they realized they had provoked someone they shouldn’t have, perhaps there was still room for maneuver, or at least he could gain some bargaining chips.

Unfortunately, reality immediately dealt him a heartless blow.

The Bald Man frowned and scrolled down the screen with his finger, muttering dissatisfactorily, “Dragon Two? What kind of crappy name is that? What, is he a disabled person? Deaf? Then can he hear the phone?”

He didn’t associate the name with any prestige in the underworld at all, just taking it as a strange nickname or a real name.

The Bald-headed Man also leaned over to take a look, equally blank-faced.

Finally, the Bald Man found the contact labeled “Dragon Two,” pressed the dial button directly, and followed Brother Bufan’s previous instruction to “put it on speaker” by turning on the loudspeaker.

“Beep—” After just one ring, the call was quickly connected, so fast it showed the other party was on standby at all times.

“Hello? Dragon King?” A calm, clear, and somewhat capable female voice came from the phone’s speaker, sounding exceptionally clear in the empty, unfinished building. It was indeed Dragon Two.

“Dragon King? What Dragon King?” The Bald Man was stunned by this title and instinctively asked. Then he turned his head and said to the Bald-headed Man with an expression like he had discovered something new: “Brother-in-law, it’s a woman! Hearing this voice, she’s not old, very sweet!”

His focus was completely off-track.

Hearing it was a woman, the Bald-headed Man, almost without thinking, immediately made a judgment based on his limited social experience and intuition: “Tell her to come and deliver the money herself!”

In his simple understanding, women were less of a threat than men, especially a woman coming to deliver money; she would be easier to control and more “secure.”

Receiving the instruction, the Bald Man immediately roared into the phone in what he thought was a fierce but actually loophole-ridden kidnapper’s tone, “Hey! Listen up! Li Bufan is in our hands now! If you want him to live, bring ten million in cash to redeem him! You! Deliver it personally! If you dare not to come, or play any tricks...”

He paused, seemingly thinking of a threatening remark, and finally squeezed out a sentence, “I’ll finish him! I’ll make sure he has a bad time!”