As he spoke, he glanced cautiously at Ning Zhuo and lowered his voice: “…You said that such things are usually handled by you alone.”
Shan Feibai: “When I got there, a group of strangers was waiting for me.”
Seeing Kuang Hexuan’s increasingly horrified expression, Shan Feibai continued: “I fought seven or eight of them, got ambushed from behind, and ended up like this.”
Kuang Hexuan turned pale.
Due to Shan Feibai’s personality, “Panqiao” usually had a relaxed working atmosphere, but their division of labor was strict.
Kuang Hexuan was responsible for handling external transactions.
After filtering, he would send potential deals to Shan Feibai’s terminal, and it was up to Shan Feibai to decide how to proceed.
In the mercenary underground world, hierarchy was stricter than in the normal world.
Mercenaries of Shan Feibai’s level rarely took private jobs, relying on price and mood.
However, anything related to “that matter” was always personally handled by Shan Feibai.
He decided the details of meetings, while Kuang Hexuan knew about the transactions.
If Kuang Hexuan kept silent, no one else in “Panqiao” would know about the deal, let alone use the information to set him up.
Currently, the deal had only passed through Kuang Hexuan and Shan Feibai.
So, Shan Feibai now suspected…
Realizing this, Kuang Hexuan felt his throat tighten.
Shan Feibai was usually lively and charming, liked to joke, and was endearing like a big boy.
But when someone crossed his bottom line, the outcome became terrifying and unpredictable.
Fearing the possible consequences, Kuang Hexuan’s voice grew sharp and fearful: “What happened—”
Shan Feibai lowered his head, gently patting A-Fan’s cheek: “Yeah, what happened, A-Fan?”
…Huh?
Kuang Hexuan’s grievances and defense got stuck in his throat, leaving him speechless.
A-Fan’s throat made an uneasy gulping sound, his eyes bewildered: “…Boss?”
“They broke my spine. While lying there with nothing to do, I had time to think.”
His tone was casual, but in such an unusual situation, it was hair-raising.
“You thought this deal only involved me and Kuang-ge. After my death, with no evidence, ‘Panqiao’ would investigate and ultimately pin it on Kuang-ge, right?”
Shan Feibai’s voice was soft: “Two days ago, during the routine maintenance of the base’s monitoring system, who asked me out for hot cake right after I took the deal?”
Kuang Hexuan, stunned, recalled the events from two days ago.
Phoenix had just baked a cake and accidentally burned her hand.
She quickly put down the tray, pressing her fingers to her earlobe, and loudly shouted: “Tell Xiao Shan to come eat the cake! If he doesn’t run over quickly, I’ll smear it on his face!”
A-Fan, like a cheeky monkey, dashed out, his bright voice carrying from afar: “Boss! Sister Phoenix said if you don’t come for the cake, she’ll smear it on your face!”
Phoenix laughed and cursed, “You little brat, is that what I said?!”
Shan Feibai’s lively voice came closer: “Coming, coming, coming, I’m on my way!”
Shan Feibai had a face that could charm three generations—handsome and well-behaved. He wore a goose-yellow sports headband that pushed back his naturally curly hair, revealing a smooth, handsome forehead. His whole demeanor radiated the energetic vitality of a university student.
Back then, the atmosphere in “Panqiao” was naturally ordinary, so beautiful it was hard to imagine that deadly schemes were hidden behind it.
With Shan Feibai’s reminder, Kuang Hexuan vaguely remembered that when A-Fan went to call Shan Feibai, he didn’t immediately return with him.
If what Shan Feibai said was true, and A-Fan had used that time to sneak into his room and hack his terminal, without Shan Feibai to help them recall these details, they would never have noticed such a minor point during the investigation.
“A-Fan,” Shan Feibai said, his face pale and his voice lowered, “you knew that the base’s surveillance system was down for 20 minutes that day for maintenance; you also knew to destroy my terminal to erase evidence. But did you know that I installed an independent monitoring system in my terminal that uploads usage records in real time?”
At this, A-Fan’s feigned innocent expression finally shattered.
He instinctively tried to escape, but Shan Feibai, with sudden force, grabbed his hair and smashed his head against the nearby wall.
With a bang, blood splattered instantly.
When Shan Feibai struck, it was with shocking force.
He leaned in close and whispered, “A-Fan, what a pity, why are you the only one left in your family?”
A-Fan, his head bleeding profusely, saw stars, and his lips, bloodied from biting his teeth, trembled. Before Shan Feibai could ask further, he suddenly turned to Ning Zhuo and shouted, “Ning-ge! Are you just going to watch?!”
Ning Zhuo, who had been watching with folded arms, was suddenly called out and couldn’t help but be stunned.
A-Fan turned his face to Ning Zhuo, his fake eyeballs glinting faintly under the light, looking both sinister and frenzied: “Ning-ge, I did this for you. You promised to protect me!! You promised!”
Hearing this, Kuang Hexuan’s heart tightened, and he instinctively cast an angry, scrutinizing look at Ning Zhuo.
So it’s true—
Ning Zhuo smirked and looked at Shan Feibai without saying anything.
Having revealed this crucial information, A-Fan was too dizzy to speak further. Amidst his infinite panic, he felt a trace of satisfaction:
It’s done.
Once this seed of doubt is planted, then…
Before he could fully revel in his imagined triumph, something hard was shoved into his mouth.
The taste of iron rust filled his throat.
Just as A-Fan recognized the taste of the gun barrel, he saw Shan Feibai tilt his head and politely ask Ning Zhuo, “Ge, how many bullets are in the gun?”
Standing a bit far away, A-Fan, with his ears ringing, couldn’t hear Ning Zhuo’s response clearly.
Shan Feibai: “Borrowing one.”
The next second, he unhesitatingly pulled the trigger, blowing away half of A-Fan’s face.
Shan Feibai casually pulled the smoking gun barrel from A-Fan’s shattered mouth: “A-Fan, I’m not stupid. If it wasn’t Ning-ge’s doing, you wronged him; if it was, revealing it on his turf with all these witnesses only gives him more reason to kill me.”
Covered in blood, Shan Feibai complained to the agonized and nearly fainting A-Fan rolling on the ground: “You’re really bad. No more talking for you.”
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Author’s Note:
[Silver Hammer Daily]
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