Translator: MJ_ Editor: Millman97
Kero Junkyard was Raccoonâs territory. Han Xiao planned to kill two birds with one stone. He put down his tools and called out to Lu Qian with a request.
âI wish to take the day off.â
âOkay,â replied Lu Qian, blinking. âIs something wrong?â
âNo, why?â Han Xiao paused.
Han Xiao always looked lethargic and bored, and Lu Qian, being the observant woman that she was, had noticed the sudden change in air about him. If she had to describe the kind of feeling Han Xiao was giving her now, for some reason, dangerous was the word that came to mind.
âIf youâre facing any difficulties, Iâll definitely help you,â she said in a serious tone.
Not knowing what to say, Han Xiao stared at her, which caused her to shift about uncomfortably. She turned away from Han Xiao and twirled her hair, saying, âDonât you know its rude to stare?â
Han Xiao turned away too and replied, âI wonât be back for dinner.â
âI was actually thinking of letting you try my latest creation, black pepper pineapple baked ribs stew with parsley,â responded Lu Qian dejectedly.
Han Xiao shuddered. What kind of cuisine from hell is that?
Han Xiao returned to his room to get ready. After a short while, he headed out with a backpack and a trolley.
...
âBoss, is that kid the target?â
A man wearing shades was tailing Han Xiao. Every time Han Xiao turned back, he would instantly vanish by making use of his surroundings, be it a public phone booth or a magazine stand. He was clearly a professional. He was using the mini receiver in his ear to communicate with his partner who was hiding in an old van two streets away. There was a total of five masked men in the van. They were none other than Han Xiaoâs assailants.
They were the Bee Sting Squad, a group of mercenaries who specialized in hunting bounties. They were decently well-known in underground networks, having successfully completed numerous missions. They had by chance âstumbledâ upon Han Xiaoâs trail.
For them, this mission was more important than any that they had ever taken on before. Bounty aside, they were hoping to gain favor with the Germinal Organization and earn their backing.
âHow could this kid be worth one million? He looks so ordinary! This will be a piece of cake,â said the number two of the squad, full of confidence.
âDonât forget that we are deep in Stardragon territory. Act swiftly,â reminded the leader, Kelly, as he inspected his gun.
...
âThe target is on the move.â
A black, plateless Jeep was following Han Xiao from afar. Inside the Jeep was a team of Division 13 field agents, led by their mission captain, Li Hui. Besides him were 8 other fully equipped agents and Feng Jun, who was acting as an advisor. They were armed with tranquilizer guns.
Just as Han Xiao had expected, his assailants, the Bee Sting Squad, were indeed being used by Division 13 to test him, and these agents were, in fact, tasked to play the role of hero.
Feng Jun brought up a video feed of Han Xiao.
âThe target seems to be headed to the District 7âs Kero Junkyard. The Bee Sting Squad is following him. It would be ideal if the battle took place inside the junkyard.â
...
Han Xiao arrived at the Junkyard, to Raccoonâs surprise.
Why is he here?
âIâve come to find some spare parts,â Han Xiao casually lied. It was a reasonably convincing excuse.
Raccoon then invited Han Xiao for lunch, assuming he would decline, but unexpectedly, Han Xiao agreed, causing him to be visibly caught off-guard.
Han Xiao took his dust mask off, revealing his face to Raccoon. Raccoon found his face strangely familiar, but wrote it off.
Although Han Xiao was unquestionably famous in the criminal world, small-time crooks like Raccoon were, for the most part, largely irrelevant. Hence, they were often not privy to, or bothered with, the latest ongoings.
Although Han Xiao had been wearing the mask to keep his identity a secret, it didnât matter anymore.
A banquet table was set up by Raccoonâs men. Han Xiao and Raccoon sat on opposite sides, facing each other as they conversed.
âHow was the last batch of guns?â
âThe 73-WASP is an excellent gun. Even the Six Nationsâ armies are using it. One of them is worth six to seven thousand on the black market. Iâve earned a lot thanks to you,â answered Raccoon, as he puffed on a cigar. âAnd the quality of your guns is way better than those shitty second-hand guns on the market.â
Although a batch of mass-produced guns wouldnât vary too much in quality, there would always be minor differences from gun to gun. These differences arose from the innate composition of the materials, but they could be minimized by a skilled mechanic. A gun expert would be able to tell a hand-made gun from a mass-produced one.
âWhatâs in there?â asked Raccoon, pointing towards the stuffed bag and the push trolley.
âSome spare parts,â replied Han Xiao. Raccoon was satisfied with the answer.
They continued chatting until dusk arrived, and the sky had transformed into a gorgeous hue of orange and indigo.
One of Raccoonâs thugs suddenly ran into the room, saying, âBoss, someone is looking for you.â
âCanât you see Iâm with a guest?â replied an irritated Raccoon.
The thug whispered a few words into Raccoonâs ear that made him look at Han Xiao contemplatively. He then got up from his seat and smiled at Han Xiao.
âPlease excuse me for a moment,â he said before leaving.
Han Xiao narrowed his eyes. Somethingâs up.
...
Half an hour ago.
âCousin, I travelled all the way here just so I could enjoy a good life under your care. Please donât abandon me!â pleaded Ma Jie as he chased after a young man.
He had come to the Western Capital intending to join his cousinâs gang, but his cousin had deemed him unworthy and given him a janitorâs position. Obviously, Ma Jie wouldnât settle for it, but what else could he do but beg?
âIâve told you before, donât call me your cousin!â barked the irritated young man.
âOf course, of course. My bad. Iâll slap myself,â replied Ma Jie, after which he actually slapped himself.
âJust look at how pathetic you are. I let you watch the door precisely because we are relatives! Do you know how many wanderers out there have only spoilt food to eat? Iâm going to see a big shot now; donât follow me!â
âBig shot?â Ma Jieâs eyes lit up. âWho?â
âThe boss of District 7, Mr. Raccoon! Each district other than District 1 has an underworld boss. Do you know how powerful they are?â
...
Before the pair realized, they had arrived at the entrance of the Junkyard. Ma Jie tried to follow him in, but the young man glared at him, causing him to give up. Just as Ma Jie was about to leave, he looked beyond the gates and noticed Han Xiao being welcomed. What the heck?
âIsnât that the kid who sneaked in with me?â
A thug stopped the young man.
âDonât loiter here,â he said.
âIâm also one of the bossâs men,â replied the young man respectfully. âIâve come to make a report.â
Suddenly, Ma Jie interrupted them.
âWho is that guy?â he asked, pointing at Han Xiao.
âWho gave you the right to talkâ½â snapped his infuriated cousin who motioned to slap him. However, the thug stopped him.
âThat person is an important guest of the boss,â he answered.
An important guest? Ma Jie was shocked, but his shock was immediately replaced by jealousy and bitterness. This is unfair! Why is that ignorant brat having it so much better than meâ½
Scenes from their conversation replayed in his mind, causing him to feel embarrassed.
âYou know Technician Han?â
âNot really, but we did talk a bit when we were being smuggled in.â
The thugâs eyes suddenly lit up.
âFollow me! The boss will want to see you!â
Ma Jie and the young man were stunned.