Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 352: 273, stop playing us!

Before this crossing, Gu Huozi and the others were completely immersed in dreams of making big money.

Zhang Chengze, the boss, was so gentle and elegant, and his talk so reasonable.

How could it be that after arriving in the Inner World, the boss seemed like a completely different person?

They could never have imagined that just four hours after crossing, Gu Huozi’s bodyguard team had already suffered heavy losses.

Their beautiful dreams shattered.

The four of them were thrown out one by one by the security guards of the Begonia Boxing Gym. Fortunately, there was thick snow outside; otherwise, the fall alone would have been enough to wreak havoc on their already fragile bodies.

“Were we played by that old boy Zhang Chengze?” Gu Huozi lay weakly in the snow, the blood flowing from his nostrils dyeing the snow red, particularly striking.

“But what’s the point? Why would he mess with us for no reason?” another person asked in confusion.

“He’s insane!” Gu Huozi said with heartfelt pain.

At this very moment, in a poor area of the Eighth District.

The real Zhang Chengze curled up in a corner of a cramped room, suffering from hunger and cold.

It was the end of December, and the climate was so cold it could cut the skin, yet there was not a trace of warmth in the room.

Originally, there were more than ten people in the room, but in just three short hours, only eight were left.

The organ matching work was faster than Zhang Chengze had imagined.

He always used to read in literary works about patients waiting for a match, dying if they couldn’t find one.

However, that was because the state controlled the organ trade and buyers couldn’t find sellers… there was never a shortage of buyers!

So, as soon as they finished testing the blood and DNA sequences on their end, buyers from all over the Federation started bidding.

Zhang Chengze was somewhat desperate, fearing he wouldn’t live to see the dawn if no one came to his rescue.

At that moment, another guard came in, dragging a member of the Evil Ghost Society and walking out: “We found a buyer, let’s start with this one.”

The member of the Evil Ghost Society being dragged away howled, but it was of no use.

These guards were fully armed, and each of them was a Genetic Warrior who had been injected with a Genetic Potion, the most reliable enforcers under Chang Ping’s command.

“I need to use the restroom,” Zhang Chengze said to a burly guard, “I can’t hold it anymore.”

The guard looked at him coldly: “You’ll have to hold it even if you can’t.”

Zhang Chengze secretly spread out his palm, then said, “I really can’t hold it. It stinks in here already, you surely don’t want to be guarding us in a place that smells of shit…”

The guard seemed contemplative: “Get up, don’t try any tricks.”

With that, the guard walked outside to the restroom, gun in one hand, holding onto Zhang Chengze’s collar with the other.

Zhang Chengze secretly slipped the gold bar into the guard’s pocket and then whispered, “I just want to make two phone calls. Just let me use the phone, and I swear I won’t tell any other guards about the gold bar. When the time comes, whether I’m dead or alive, the gold bar will be all yours!”

Like other rich men, Zhang Chengze, knowing that the Inner World also operated on a gold standard, naturally brought a gold bar with his mouth, a 200-gram one that fit just right.

When he first crossed over, he kept it in his mouth without speaking until he was unobserved and could quietly take it out.

Now, the gold bar became his lifesaver.

Zhang Chengze didn’t ask the guard to release him because he knew it was impossible.

He also didn’t make other excessive demands; he just wanted to make two phone calls.

The guard calmly looked at him: “Do you really think there’s someone who can save you now? If there were, you wouldn’t have ended up here hiding from the Heng Society.”

“I just want to try,” Zhang Chengze, being who he was, wouldn’t give up until the last moment.

The guard was silent for a while, then coldly said, “Don’t even think of calling the Security Committee. I can assure you, by the time they come to save you, you’ll definitely have become merchandise, stored in different refrigerated boxes, transported to different cities of the Federation.”

“Don’t worry!” seeing the guard loosen up, Zhang Chengze immediately promised.

The guard took out his phone from his pocket: “Remember, you only have two chances.”

Zhang Chengze was very cold. He trembled as he pressed the number Liu Dezhu had given him into the phone.

He trusted his own experiences and thus had a general judgment: in City 18, the Heng Society already controlled the entire underworld, so reaching out to Liu Dezhu’s people was the most reliable option.

However, after dialing the 12-digit number, a woman answered the phone. Zhang Chengze asked, “May I ask, is this Liu Dezhu’s phone?”

The other party replied, “Are you insane? Calling the wrong number in the middle of the night!”

Zhang Chengze was stunned; he had remembered the number wrong!

If he were still young, his Memory Power wouldn’t have this kind of problem, but he was older now and had just been hugely shocked!

What’s more, he had memorized Gu Huozi’s number first and, just to be safe, memorized Liu Dezhu’s at the end.

This led to some haste in the process.

Zhang Chengze was a bit confused – was the last digit 1, or 7, or 9?

With one chance left, Zhang Chengze changed the last digit to 7, but hesitated before dialing it, because between 7 and 9 was a matter of chance. If he was mistaken, he would miss the opportunity.

This was a 50% chance of life or death.

Zhang Chengze suddenly thought of a problem. He was absolutely correct about Gu Huozi’s number, so why not just call Gu Huozi directly, then give him Liu Dezhu’s number, and ask him to give it a try? Wouldn’t that work?

Whether the last digit was a 7 or a 9, Gu Huozi would figure it out within a minute!

With this in mind, Zhang Chengze excitedly dialed the number, “Hello, Gu Huozi? It’s Zhang Chengze, your boss. I’ve got a task for you…”

In the snow, Gu Huozi lamented, “Boss, we know we were wrong. Please stop playing games with us!”

After that, Gu Huozi hung up the phone.

Zhang Chengze stared at the guard with a dumbfounded expression, “Does that count or not…”

The moment Gu Huozi hung up the phone, Zhang Chengze felt the urge to kill.

What frustrated him even more was wondering why Gu Huozi would say he was playing games with them. Was it simply because he didn’t contact them right away? Was that considered toying with them?

Zhang Chengze couldn’t figure out what on earth had happened!

The guard sneered, “I told you before, no one is coming to save you.”

With that, he grabbed Zhang Chengze by the collar and dragged him back.

“Wait, I really need to use the restroom, I can’t hold it anymore,” Zhang Chengze suddenly remembered that he had indeed been holding it for over two hours.

This time, however, no matter what, the guard wouldn’t pay any attention to him.

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At this moment, the very idle Qing Chen had already switched back to his own face, gently knocking on the door of VIP001 room.

A calm voice from inside, Jiang Xiaotang’s, said, “Come in.”

Qing Chen entered and smiled, “Was the match tonight exciting?”

Only then did Jiang Xiaotang recognize his voice, and turning with surprise, she said, “When did you get here? Why didn’t you tell your sister in advance?”

As she spoke, she stood up, ran to Qing Chen, and touched his cheek with her delicate fingers, “You don’t look well, little brother. Are you hurt?”

The woman was wearing a red silk gown, barefoot.

She wasn’t tall, so without high heels, she had to stand on tiptoes to touch Qing Chen’s face.

For some reason, Qing Chen felt no resistance to this sister touching his cheek. Her eyes held no trace of impurity, which made him unwilling to refuse.

Qing Chen smiled, “The injury on my rib wasn’t healed yet, and I’ve been hurt a little again. I came here to ask my sister for some special medicine to recover quickly.”

He was going to return to Xian City the following week to complete the second stage of his life-and-death trial, so he had to at least stabilize his injury.

Jiang Xiaotang almost frowned her eyebrows into a knot, “I’ll have someone bring the medicine right now. Which bastard hurt you? Sister will help you chop him.”

“No need, no need,” Qing Chen laughed, “He’s already dead… By the way, sister, there’s something I want to ask, do you know Su Xingzhi?”

“Su Xingzhi?” Jiang Xiaotang paused, “Are you looking for him? He has a rule that he doesn’t make any deals after 2 a.m. If you’re looking for him now, he won’t see you.”

“Why?” Qing Chen wondered.

“Because he believes that people are not rational after 2 a.m., so business should be done when one is most clear-headed,” explained Jiang Xiaotang, “He’s rather odd. What do you need him for?”

Qing Chen replied, “I have a matter to ask of him, I want to buy some information from him.”

Jiang Xiaotang thought for a moment and then said, “This man is in Fourth District. He has a big business and many guards around him. He has a good reputation in the black market, but I know that although he always has a smile on his face, he’s thick-skinned and mean-spirited, and has trapped many people behind their backs.”

Qing Chen remained silent.

It seemed that Jiang Xiaotang wasn’t aware of the relationship between Su Xingzhi and Uncle Li Dong, otherwise she wouldn’t have said that.

But would Uncle Li Dong entrust Qin Family People to someone rumored to be malicious?

Qing Chen had a principle.

No matter what anyone told him, he would always take what Uncle Li Dong told him as the truth.

If that master had even the slightest intention of harming him, he wouldn’t still be alive, let alone become a Knight.

He was aware of Uncle Li Dong’s devotion to the Knight’s legacy; the man would not joke about it.

Su Xingzhi had hidden himself well enough that even Jiang Xiaotang was unaware of his relationship with Uncle Li Dong.

Qing Chen said, “Sister, tell me where Su Xingzhi is. I need to visit him and buy some information.”

“Have you decided?” Jiang Xiaotang thought for a moment then spoke, “He’s not far. Carry one of my business cards; maybe he’ll meet with you. But don’t get your hopes up too high, because as far as I recall, no one but Li Dongze has been able to get him to make an exception… and Li Dongze practically had to break in to drag him out.”

Qing Chen froze for a moment, “How come Li Dongze has such a past with Su Xingzhi?”

The people under the Knight, each one weirder than the last…

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Thank you to student Wang Zi for becoming the new ally of this book, boss, your generosity is impressive, may good luck always be with you!

Chapter Two.

There will be another chapter tonight but it might be very late, so I’m seeking the guaranteed monthly tickets in advance. In August, we shall begin a burst of updates to repay our debts.