"Mr. Chen? What's wrong?" Da Xiong noticed something was off with Chen Fan and turned to look outside the booth.
However, the area outside the door was now empty, with no figure in sight.
"You three stay here for now. Da Xiong and I are going out to handle something," Chen Fan said to Qin Shuran and the other two without explanation. He then got up and quickly walked out of the booth.
Da Xiong, not understanding, followed him out.
As Chen Fan stepped out of the booth, he saw the crowded surroundings. It was the busiest time at the bar.
The figure that had just walked past their booth had already disappeared into the crowd.
While it might be difficult for others to find someone in such a crowd, it was nothing for Chen Fan.
Holding his breath and focusing his mind, Chen Fan looked at the crowd again. Soon, the figure wearing a baseball cap appeared before his eyes.
The figure was heading towards the exit of the bar.
"Let's go!"
Chen Fan instructed Da Xiong, and then the two of them, one after the other, quickly pushed through the crowd.
A moment later, in the bar's parking lot, a man wearing a baseball cap stood behind a white Buick sedan, his gaze fixed on a BMW car about five meters away.
This BMW belonged to Chen Fan.
The man took out his phone, lit a cigarette, found a number, and dialed it directly.
"Hello! How's it going with the job?" As soon as the call was connected, a young man's anxious voice could be heard from the other end.
The man exhaled a ring of smoke. "Don't worry, he won't make it past tonight."
"Good, I'll transfer the remaining two hundred thousand to your account once it's done."
"Boss, four hundred thousand might be a bit low, don't you think?" The man's lips curved into a slight smile.
"Are you trying to renegotiate the price?" the young man's questioning voice came from the phone.
The man said calmly, "Boss, this is different from last time. We usually need to rest for at least half a month after a job to avoid leaving any clues. You're in such a hurry, and I'm taking a big risk. Naturally, I can't charge the same price as before."
"Then how much do you want?"
"Eight hundred thousand," the man stated the figure directly.
"I don't have that much. Fifty is the most," the young man said coldly.
"Boss, since you're not sincere, why should I take the risk?" Saying this, the man was about to hang up.
"Don't hang up, eighty it is, eighty. I want him dead! He won't make it through tonight!" The young man on the phone became flustered and quickly said to the man.
"Rest assured, boss, just wait for my good news." With that, the man's lips curled upwards, and he hung up the phone.
In the dimly lit parking lot, the man threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out with his foot. He glanced at the BMW next to him, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"Heh, is my life, Chen Fan's life, only worth eight hundred thousand? You should have asked him for more."
However, just as the man withdrew his gaze, a voice sounded from his other side.
Hearing the voice, the man was startled and quickly looked to his left.
He saw two figures that had appeared there at some point, silently. One of them was his target for the night, Chen Fan!
The man's pupils contracted, showing surprise. "How did you find me?"
For an assassin, concealing his tracks was the most basic skill. He believed he hadn't revealed any flaws.
"You won't have the chance to know," a cold glint flashed in Chen Fan's eyes.
The man surveyed his surroundings and found only Chen Fan and Da Xiong. A mocking smile appeared on his lips. "No matter. You'll both be dead bodies soon anyway. But you're right, eighty thousand, I did ask for too little."
As he spoke, the man reached for his waist and drew out a gleaming curved knife.
Seeing the curved knife, Da Xiong's eyes filled with rage, his fists clenching with a 'crackling' sound.
"Mr. Chen, let me." Da Xiong stepped forward.
Chen Fan frowned slightly but nodded. After all, Da Xiong had been waiting for this day for too long. He then cautioned, "Be careful."
A chilling killing intent emanated from Da Xiong's face as he walked step by step towards the man.
The man sneered, and in the blink of an eye, he charged at Da Xiong with the curved knife. Although Da Xiong was burly, the man didn't take him seriously at all.
Da Xiong swung a punch towards the man's face.
However, the man reacted quickly, dropping to one knee and sliding forward with momentum. The curved knife in his hand lunged towards Da Xiong's abdomen.
Seeing this, Da Xiong quickly turned to avoid the fatal blow.
But Da Xiong's physique was too large. During the brief exchange, Da Xiong's back was still cut by a long gash.
Blood slowly flowed down Da Xiong's body, dripping onto the parking lot's ground.
The man's lips curved into a smile, and he moved again, his curved knife attacking Da Xiong rapidly.
Da Xiong gritted his teeth and retreated a few steps, finding an opening and landing a punch on the man's shoulder.
The immense force caused the man to stagger back several steps.
"You have strength, but you're dead today." Saying this, the man attacked Da Xiong again.
Soon, Da Xiong was at a disadvantage. Although Da Xiong could fight, he couldn't withstand the man's every move being a killing blow.
Da Xiong already had dozens of wounds on his body.
Chen Fan couldn't watch any longer and intended to step in to subdue the man.
But Da Xiong stopped Chen Fan, his eyes filled with determination. "Mr. Chen, let me. I have to deal with him myself."
"Deal with me? You're not capable of that yet." A cold glint flashed in the man's eyes. He decided not to hold back anymore and thrust the knife towards Da Xiong's abdomen.
Da Xiong's eyes were resolute as he punched towards the man's face.
The man sneered. He was certain that this stab into Da Xiong's abdomen would severely injure, if not kill, the opponent.
But just as the tip of the man's knife entered Da Xiong's abdomen, Da Xiong's fist, as big as a sandbag, appeared before him.
For a moment, the man's expression froze, his face filled with astonishment.
He hadn't expected Da Xiong to have no intention of dodging!
"Bang!"
The man's curved knife plunged directly into Da Xiong's abdomen, while Da Xiong's fist landed squarely on the man's face.
"Buzz!"
This punch made the man see stars. He staggered and fell directly to the ground.
"Clang!"
The curved knife in his hand also dropped to the ground at this moment.
Da Xiong, enduring the pain of the abdominal wound, directly grabbed the man's neck. In an instant, the man's face turned red, and his voice became hoarse. "Big guy, why are you fighting me to the death? I'm here for him. If you let go, I'll give you four hundred thousand!"
The man was confused. Why was this big guy acting as if they had a deep-seated hatred, determined to fight him to the death?