novelaction Chapter 522 Try it
Chapter 522 Try it
Han Xi stood still, coldly watching their suddenly pale faces, the last bit of warmth in his eyes finally sinking completely.
The air in the restaurant was already tense, and the muffled thud outside instantly drained most of the color from the faces of Han Shuo's confidants.
Only Han Xi remained standing in the same spot, his fingertips lightly tapping the table, his eyes as cold as a frozen lake.
Meanwhile, Deng Xiulin, standing beside him, leaned against the corner of the wall, slowly wiping the wine stains off his fingertips, as if the commotion outside was nothing more than a rustling of wind.
Everyone in the restaurant stared nervously outside.
After a few seconds of silence, the door was pushed open with a bang.
A cold wind carrying dust rushed in as Jiang Dong strode in with four men in black.
He was tall with a straight back and a shallow scar on his face that stretched from his brow bone to his jaw, gleaming coldly under the light.
This face is an absolute deterrent in the mining area; five years ago, when he first arrived, he smashed the knees of three troublemakers with an iron bar.
From then on, Jiangdong became the sharpest knife in Han Shuo's hand, and only recognized Han Shuo's orders. No one else even had the right to speak to him.
Upon seeing him, the mine manager's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and he even managed a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Jiang Dong? What's going on outside? Has some fool broken in?"
As he spoke, he subconsciously took half a step forward, hoping to get some reassuring answer from Jiang Dong.
But to everyone's surprise, Jiang Dong didn't even glance at him, but walked straight through the crowd and stopped in front of Han Xi.
Those eyes, which usually only reflected Han Shuo's figure, now held a rare restraint towards others.
He stopped in front of Han Xi, nodded slightly, and spoke in a low voice that was clear enough for everyone around him to hear.
"Boss, the security posts and patrols around the mining area have all been cleared out."
The words "It's all cleaned up" exploded like a thunderclap in the restaurant.
The mine manager's smile froze instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stared at Jiang Dong as if he had seen a ghost: "You... what did you say? Jiang Dong, are you crazy?!"
The tall, thin man next to him also realized what was happening, his voice trembling: "What are you doing? Those are all Fourth Master's men! Don't forget you're also Fourth Master's man. What were Fourth Master's instructions to you when he left? How...how dare you?!"
Jiang Dong didn't even lift his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard the questions. He simply took a step to the side and stood steadily behind Han Xi.
That gesture clearly indicated their stance and confirmed their suspicions.
Now everyone understood.
Those confidants who had just been cleverly maneuvering looked on with astonishment, then fear, and finally their faces turned ashen and ugly.
The mine manager stared intently at Han Xi, his voice hoarse with anger: "Young Master! Don't forget that Fourth Master is also a member of the Han family. He has worked diligently for the Han family all these years, protecting this mine. What exactly are you trying to do?!"
Han Xi looked up, his gaze sweeping over their panicked faces, his tone as calm as if he were talking about the weather: "Can I have the key to the original stone vault now?"
The mine manager and his companions were ashen-faced, their lips trembling, but they dared not utter another word of "no".
They clenched their fists, their knuckles turning white, and silence weighed on their hearts like a boulder.
No!
The key to the original stone vault must never be handed over.
If we hand it over, it would be tantamount to handing over the lifeline of the mining area.
All those years of planning by Fourth Master have been for naught.
When Fourth Master returns, he won't let them off the hook!
They all knew Fourth Master's methods, so rather than being left with neither life nor death, they decided to wait.
The private army that Fourth Master raised was stationed only a few miles from the mining area. As long as they found an opportunity to send a signal, they could arrive quickly.
At that time, Jiang Dong's few men alone will not be able to control the mining area, nor will they be able to contend with thousands of private soldiers.
Everything will then fall into place.
Seeing the deep, unsmiling looks in the eyes of the mining area's leaders, even Deng Xiulin, who was usually stern and unsmiling, wanted to laugh.
These people are probably waiting for Han Shuo's private army, which he left in the shadows, to receive the news and arrive. As long as they can hold out until then, they will be trapped like turtles in a jar.
What a pity...
"Don't wait any longer."
Han Xi seemed to see through their thoughts, and a cold sneer appeared on his lips. "The people my fourth uncle kept in the forest were taken into custody half an hour ago. You can't count on them."
"What? Impossible!"
The mine manager gasped in shock.
With just a glance from Han Xi, the last trace of color drained from his face.
The others seemed to have their bones removed, instantly slumping into their chairs with unfocused eyes.
Only then did they realize that Han Xi's sudden visit was not a so-called inspection at all, but rather a trip to the mining area. He had already planned to close the net tonight.
The only sound in the tense standoff was heavy breathing.
Han Xi glanced at his watch, the last trace of warmth in his voice vanishing: "One last question, where are the keys?"
The mine manager gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, but he still refused to give in.
Han Xi didn't say anything more, but just tilted his head slightly.
Jiang Dong immediately understood, and his right hand flashed into his waist, the dark muzzle of the gun instantly pointing at the mine manager's knee.
A muffled thud.
The sound of bullets piercing the fabric was clear and piercing. The mine manager screamed, hugged his knees, and collapsed to the ground with a thud. Cold sweat instantly soaked through his shirt.
This shot completely tore through all the disguise.
Han Shuo's confidants, like cats whose tails had been stepped on, retreated hastily, frantically reaching for the guns hidden at their waists, the sound of metal clashing ringing out in rapid succession.
Almost simultaneously, several men in black behind Han Xi also drew their guns, aiming them steadily at the other side.
The restaurant was instantly filled with the cold muzzle of a gun, and the air seemed to freeze into a tangible substance.
The two sides faced off across the groaning mine manager lying on the ground, each gaze filled with murderous intent. Just moments before, they had been exchanging polite pleasantries, but now only a life-or-death struggle remained.
"Young Master, even if the people outside are all yours, we have the numbers and the power inside this restaurant. As long as we take you down, those people outside won't dare to make a move!"
"Really? Then give it a try."
The tall, thin man had a cold expression on his face. He nervously watched the guns in the hands of Jiang Dong and the men he had brought, and sweat involuntarily slid down his forehead.
The mine manager was still lying on the ground groaning.
The fat man's palms were sweating profusely, so wet that he could barely hold the gun steady.
Han Xi said, “You are right about one thing: the mining area belongs to the Han family. Although my fourth uncle has been in charge of the mining area for many years, it is only an appointment he has made by the Han Group. As the executive director of the Han Group, I can recall him at any time.”
"I just don't know what you all plan to do when the time comes?"