UPWR1BY Chapter 601: Man: I can call dozens of my brothers with one phone call! Ye Xiu: Go ahead and call them.
Chapter 601: Man: I can call dozens of my brothers with one phone call! Ye Xiu: Go ahead and call them.
"Bro, do you want to try some? I've got plenty of stuff! It's definitely the real deal!" In a sparsely populated alley in the capital, a man was holding a bag of "meth" and talking to a young man.
The young man, dressed in branded clothing and wearing a Rolex, looked like a wealthy second-generation heir. However, his skin was sallow, and his eyes were fixed on the man's "meth," clearly an experienced user.
Listening to the man's constant pitch, the young man's eyes grew more intense. However, he still cautiously looked around and asked, "Bro, aren't you too bold? Selling drugs on the streets of the capital, aren't you afraid of getting caught?"
"Hey! What's there to fear? I hang around here often. This street is rarely patrolled by the police; they only come around 10 AM every day. The rest of the day is safe." The man confidently patted his chest, "Don't worry, I've been around the block; I'm just as cautious as you. If I dare to do this, I have my guarantees."
The man, lying through his teeth, continued to boast. The claim that the police only come once a day was entirely made up. His boldness came from selling fake meth. If caught, he would just claim to be selling rock sugar.
Looking at the wealthy young man, the man internally sighed, "Bro, don't blame me for tricking you with rock sugar. In a way, I'm helping you quit drugs."
Reassuring himself, the man asked again, "So, do you want it or not? If not, I'm leaving!"
The young man glanced around nervously, then snatched two bags from the man and said, "I want it. How much do you have? I'll take it all!"
"Great!" The man beamed, pulling out five more bags from his pocket. "Three thousand per bag, seven bags in total, that's twenty-one thousand!"
The young man's eyes widened, "Twenty-one thousand!? Are you robbing me!?" He had bought meth before, and it never cost more than five thousand per bag. Now this guy was asking for three times that!
Seeing this, the man sternly tried to take back the "meth" from the young man's hands, "Take it or leave it; this is top-grade stuff!"
"Alright, alright! I'll take it, damn it!" The young man clung to the "meth," clearly unwilling to give it up. The mention of "top-grade" piqued his interest, making him curious about the difference from his usual supply.
The man, familiar with conning addicts, used a goading tactic, and the young man took the bait. Three thousand per bag was even higher than the price he charged Ye Xiu, and the cost of the fake meth was only one yuan per bag—pure profit!
"Pay up!" The man gleefully presented a QR code. The addict cursed under his breath but pulled out his phone, scanned the code, and transferred twenty-one thousand yuan.
Hearing the notification of the transfer, the man was overjoyed. He had just made a fortune and couldn't wait to rush into a store and buy all the rock sugar.
Just as he was celebrating, a group of people in plain clothes suddenly stormed the alley from both ends. Before the man and the addict could react, they were pinned to the ground.
The man yelled, "What are you doing!? This is the capital! How dare you rob me!? I have twenty thousand in my pocket; try touching me! Don't say I didn't warn you; I'm connected in the underworld. If you touch me, you won't see the light of day tomorrow!"
Bluffing and threats were the man's forte. Seeing the crowd, he tried to intimidate them. Just then, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice approached.
"Hey, you're connected in the underworld? Selling fake meth to trick addicts? You sure have guts, Zhao Dongfeng."
Pinned to the ground, Zhao Dongfeng was stunned. Who was calling him out?
Looking up, he saw Ye Xiu standing in front of him, smiling.
Seeing Ye Xiu, Zhao Dongfeng guessed that his fake meth had been exposed but remained calm. After all, he truly had connections.
With a sinister grin, Zhao Dongfeng snarled, "Kid, so it's you! Yes, I'm selling rock sugar as meth; so what? I scammed your money, so what? Do you dare to let your men hit me? Let me tell you, I'm called Zhao Ye in the underworld! One phone call from me, and dozens of my brothers will be here! Your few men aren't enough!"
"Oh? You have help?" Li Qilin, a slender, beautiful woman in tight jeans, standing beside Ye Xiu, bent down to look at Zhao Dongfeng and smiled, "Alright, call all your brothers. I want to see how capable you are. Let him go."
At her command, the officers released Zhao Dongfeng. He immediately stood up, pulled out his phone, glared at Ye Xiu as if saying, "You're dead," and made a call.
"Brother Li, I'm surrounded! They're very arrogant, saying only you can handle this! Yes, at XXX street! Hurry! I'll wait!"
After hanging up, he straightened up and pointed at Ye Xiu, "You’re done for! Today, you won't leave this street!"
Ye Xiu, arms crossed, laughed, "Oh, aren’t you Zhao Ye? Why are you calling someone Brother Li?"
Zhao Dongfeng: "..."
Was that the point? The point is you're dead today!
"Stop talking and wait!" Zhao Dongfeng barked. Li Qilin, also arms crossed, smiled, "Alright, we'll wait."
赵东峰 thought he could escape after scamming someone, not realizing he was facing armed police.
Meanwhile, the young addict, recognizing Li Qilin from the police station, quietly squatted in the corner.