Spy game? Stop guessing, I really am an undercover agent!

Chapter 23 I'll Give You a Chance Too
Second floor, living room.

The stall owner, Xu Biao, was cuddling and kissing his newly made girlfriend, Sai Jinling, on the sofa.

Sai Jinling was a young actress at Shengping Theater. She was nineteen years old and not very famous, but she was indeed pretty.

Xu Biao spent a lot of money on this woman.

"Knock knock knock," a knock sounded on the door, and a man in a short jacket strode forward.

"Brother, the owner of the goods has arrived."

Xu Biao pinched Sai Jinling's pretty face, and Sai Jinling gave him a knowing smile, stood up, and swayed away from the living room.

Her swaying figure and graceful curves made the underling unconsciously swallow hard.

Xu Biao stood up, stared at the man, and sneered, "Look at me again and I'll gouge your eyes out."

"Brother, I won't do it again." The man trembled with fear and repeatedly said he wouldn't dare.

Xu Biao snorted and returned to the main topic: "Did you see clearly whether he brought any helpers?"

The man shook his head repeatedly and said, "He's all alone, and he's not carrying any weapons. He looks like a novice."

"Oh, by the way, Sixth Master brought the money over. He put the money bag down and left without saying a word."

"Brother, do you think there might be something wrong with this?"

"What problems could there be? A mere newbie can't possibly cause any trouble. This is our territory." Xu Biao grinned, his expression smug.
"Besides, I already found out from Lao Wu that this guy just came back from Japan and has absolutely no backing in Shanghai."

“If he were truly capable, he wouldn’t have thought of asking us to handle so many medicines.”

The man frowned slightly and whispered a reminder, "Brother, to be able to get so much medicine, the other party is probably not an ordinary person. Shouldn't you reconsider?"

"Still thinking? Thinking about what?" Xu Biao raised his eyebrows slightly and said in a deep voice, "People say that a horse won't get fat without night grass, and a person won't get rich without windfall gains."

"If I were to let such a large sum of money go so easily, even God would be outraged. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

"No matter what, I'm determined to eat this soft-shelled turtle today."

"Tell him to come up here."

"Yes, brother." The man didn't dare to say anything more, bowed his head and answered, then quickly went downstairs.

Thump, thump, thump, a moment later, a series of footsteps sounded, "Mr. Chen, this way please,"

Guided by the man, Chen Yang went up to the second floor.

"Mr. Chen, please sit down, please sit down." Xu Biao politely invited Chen Yang to sit down.

"No need to sit," Chen Yang said with a smile. "Mr. Xu, I was able to get this shipment out smoothly today thanks to your connections."

"I'll treat you to dinner another day; it's for this payment."

Xu Biao laughed heartily: "Mr. Chen, you're too kind. Treating me to dinner is a small matter. We can talk slowly. I've already prepared your money."

As he spoke, Xu Biao gave the man a wink, and the man bowed and stepped back. A moment later, he came back carrying a black bag.

Xu Biao took the bag and threw it on the table in front of Chen Yang, saying, "The money is all here."

Chen Yang took the bag, his face instantly darkening. The deal was supposed to be $150,000, and even if the other party took 10%, there should still be $135,000 left.

But the weight is clearly incorrect. Chen Yang weighed it in his hand and estimated that it contained at most tens of thousands of yuan.

With a "rip," Chen Yang unzipped the bag, revealing a few stacks of US dollars scattered inside.

Chen Yang made no attempt to hide it, neatly stacking the money on the table in front of Xu Biao. There were thirty stacks of ten-dollar bills, each stack containing a thousand dollars, for a total of thirty thousand dollars.

"Mr. Xu, you've gone too far with this joke." Chen Yang's face turned ashen, and he said in a deep voice, "You're just going to try and fob me off with this small amount for such a large sum of money?" Xu Biao said casually, "Mr. Chen, what are you saying? We're honest and straightforward here."

"Before the transaction, Lin Laowu told you that he wanted to use my connections to make money, and that I would take a cut."

“If it were someone else, I would only give them 10% at most. But you are Lao Wu’s cousin, so I’m giving you an extra 10% because we’re all family.”

"A total of thirty thousand US dollars, that's already giving Lao Wu face, does Mr. Chen have any other questions?"

Chen Yang suddenly laughed: "Haha, I understand now. When Boss Xu said he would take 10%, he meant he would only take 10%."

"You're really bold, you'd put any kind of money in your pocket."

Aren't you afraid of having the money but not the life to spend it?

Xu Biao's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he clapped his hands. A group of men, who seemed to have been waiting outside, rushed in as soon as they heard the applause.

"Mr. Chen, you should think this through. This isn't a general store. You're not looking to cause trouble here."

"Heh, I don't have many people, only twenty or thirty upstairs and downstairs. I'd like to see what you're capable of that makes me live to take the money but not live to spend it."

"Stop! Stop it!" Xu Biao had barely finished speaking when a figure stumbled in from outside the door.

Lin Xueyi stepped in front of Chen Yang and said, "Brother, this is my cousin. I'm the one who brought this deal back. You can't put me in such an unjust position."

Xu Biao frowned: "Fifth brother, it's your cousin who's causing trouble. Fine, I'll let him take the money and leave for your sake."

"But if he still doesn't know what's good for him, then don't blame me for not showing brotherly affection."

"Hmph, you speak with such righteous indignation," Chen Yang muttered, grabbing a teacup from the table and throwing it out the window.

With a sharp "smack," a chorus of curses erupted from the night market below.

Xu Biao looked at Chen Yang and sneered, "What? Mr. Chen, you want to give it a try?"

Lin Xueyi, who was standing nearby, quickly tugged at Chen Yang's sleeve and whispered, "Chen Yang, a wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. Let's go back first, and I'll find a way to get the money back for you."

Chen Yang, however, seemed quite confident and chuckled, "There's no need to go to such trouble."

"So it seems Boss Chen isn't planning on leaving." A flash of malice appeared in Xu Biao's eyes as he looked at Lin Xueyi and Chen Yang and said, "Fifth Brother, I've already given him a chance, but he didn't take it. So don't blame your brother for being ruthless."

"So many people die in the Huangpu River every year, one more or one less makes no difference."

"Throw him into the Huangpu River to make wontons."

Upon hearing Xu Biao's order, a group of his men rolled up their sleeves and were about to step forward when, at that moment, the door was suddenly kicked open, and four or five figures rushed in, wielding Nambu pistols.

"Don't move!" Ando Shinichi, the leader, shouted, and everyone present was so frightened that they dared not move.

Even the most clueless among them could tell what model of pistols these people were carrying; they were clearly from the Shanghai Joint Special Higher Police.

Xu Biao's expression changed drastically in an instant, and he involuntarily swallowed. This time, it seemed that he had really kicked a hornet's nest.

Chen Yang pushed aside the crowd in front of him, walked to Ando Shinichi's side, and casually took the Nambu pistol from the hand of a Special Higher Police officer.

He slowly walked up to Xu Biao and patted his cheek: "I warned you a long time ago that you might have the money but not the life to spend it, but you didn't listen."

"Now, I want the money, and I want my life. But since you were willing to give me a chance just now, I'll give you a chance to live."

"I'm going to shoot you three times. If I can't kill you after three shots, then it's God's will that I'm letting you go. I'll take the money and leave."

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