59: Chapter 59: Action 59: Chapter 59: Action After seeing Gao Yang, the one who opened the door stepped aside to let Gao Yang into the house.
The office was, as Gao Yang had anticipated, not big, with just an inner and outer room.
A few sofas were placed in the outer room, with five people sitting on them, four of whom had been to Gao Yang’s house to make a scene, plus the one who had opened the door for Gao Yang, now all five troublemakers were gathered, which pleased Gao Yang a great deal.
Gao Yang knew that Zhao Xinwen always dealt with heartless matters, and today, since he was coming to deliver money, Zhao Xinwen would definitely have arranged for a few more people to be around him, at least to be prepared in case he brought others to make trouble.
Upon Gao Yang’s entry, the door opener poked his head out to look around, saw that there was no one else, and closed the door again, locking it before speaking in a deep voice, “How come it’s only you?”
Gao Yang smiled and replied, “Old Gao doesn’t want to see you guys, you should understand that.”
The person who opened the door pointed at the bag in Gao Yang’s hand and asked, “What is that?”
Gao Yang willingly opened the bag to let the man have a peek and said, “What else could it be other than money?
This is two hundred thousand, and the rest will be transferred into your account by Old Gao once I have the IOU.”
After glancing into the bag, the man reached out to grab it, but Gao Yang immediately pulled his hand back, saying, “That doesn’t seem quite right, does it?”
The muscular man hesitated momentarily, not insisting on taking the bag, but spoke in a serious tone, “You’re not carrying anything you shouldn’t be, right?
Hand over your cell phone.
If you’ve got a recorder or a camera, don’t even think about stepping out of this door.”
Gao Yang laughed softly and retorted, “Give it a rest, will you?
What is this, a movie?
Do you want to search me?”
While speaking, Gao Yang raised his arms, indicating for the other man to search him, and indeed, the muscular man was about to frisk him when, at that moment, a voice finally came from the inner office, “Big Liu, let him in.”
Gao Yang lowered his hands and walked into the inner office, then saw a bald, chubby man sitting behind a huge desk.
When Gao Yang entered, the bald man stood up, made a gesture for Gao Yang to sit down, and laughed heartily, “Brother, you’re quite young.
You look somewhat familiar.
Brother Zhao Xinwen here.
May I ask for your esteemed surname?”
Without paying attention to Zhao Xinwen, Gao Yang directly sat down in the chair opposite him, while the muscular man who had opened the door now stood behind him.
After Gao Yang sat down, Zhao Xinwen also reseated himself, fiddling with a pen in his hand and said carelessly, “Little brother, what you’re doing isn’t quite proper.”
Gao Yang lifted the plastic bag in his hand and said, “The money’s here, two hundred thousand.
Give me an account number and then hand over the IOU.
I’ll call Old Gao, and he’ll wire the money to you.
If you can’t provide the IOU, that’s fine too, I’ll just walk away.”
Zhao Xinwen’s face immediately hardened as he said sternly, “What, you’re trying to scare me?
Let me tell you, settling this debt with you is giving you face.
Don’t get cocky because you got a good deal!
The IOU is right here with me.
You pay up, and I’ll naturally give you the IOU.”
Suppressing his anger, Gao Yang challenged, “Let’s have a look then.”
Zhao Xinwen pulled open a drawer, took out a piece of paper, and unfolded it facing Gao Yang, “Take a look, the IOU.
But you’ve made me quite unhappy.
Either pay one hundred and twenty thousand to settle it and consider the extra five thousand as last time’s medical expenses, or leave the money you brought as interest and get out.
I’ll continue with the debt collection.”
Gao Yang leaned over to have a look.
The handwriting on the paper was indeed his father’s.
The IOU was correct, and knowing it was there was enough; Gao Yang didn’t need to act anymore.
After nodding, Gao Yang sneered and said, “The IOU is right, but it seems you’re not planning to keep the agreement.
If 800,000 isn’t enough to satisfy you, fine, 1.2 million it is.
I’ll give you these 200,000, you give me the account number and the IOU, and I’ll call Old Gao to transfer the money.”
As he spoke, Gao Yang took the bag and swiftly threw several stacks of banknotes onto Zhao Xinwen’s desk, while Zhao Xinwen burst into laughter and said, “That’s more like it, we’re still good brothers.
Just a moment, I’ll give you an account number.”
While Zhao Xinwen was laughing, Gao Yang also reached for the handle of his gun, gave Zhao Xinwen a slight smile, then drew his gun, turned around, and shot the muscular man standing behind him in the head.
Gao Yang fired the gun almost against the muscle man’s forehead, and after firing, he didn’t look to see what happened to the man, but turned again and aimed the gun at Zhao Xinwen.
Zhao Xinwen seemed not to have realized what had happened yet, his mouth agape, staring dumbly at Gao Yang.
Gao Yang didn’t want to waste time talking like in the movies and give the other party a chance to escape or fight back, especially since he had to deal with another five people outside.
So after giving the stunned Zhao Xinwen a ferocious smile, Gao Yang pulled the trigger.
The bullet from Gao Yang’s gun entered through Zhao Xinwen’s left eye, but the 9x18mm round from the Makarov pistol wasn’t powerful enough to blow his head apart, and it stayed in his brain.
Zhao Xinwen fell behind the desk, and Gao Yang didn’t bother to fire another shot; instead, he took a magazine from the bag of money and quickly moved to the doorway.
The people outside were in chaos, with two of them crawling on the ground, two braver souls rushed over—one holding a long machete, and the other wielding a pickaxe—while another tried to open the door to escape.
Gao Yang fired at the man who had come up to him raising the pickaxe, hitting him in the chest and bringing him down, then turned the gun and shot the guy with the knife in the head.
After taking down the two greatest threats, Gao Yang shot from behind the guy trying to run out the door.
The bullet hit the back of the man’s head; he fell down without even twitching.
A person lying on the ground covered his eyes with his hands and screamed desperately, “Big brother, spare me, please, I didn’t see anything, I don’t know anything.”
Gao Yang hesitated for a moment and didn’t fire immediately, but after seeing the guy with the pickaxe writhing on the ground, Gao Yang thought for a moment and then fired a shot into his head.
Gao Yang felt that since he had started this, he might as well finish it—everyone here had seen his face, he couldn’t leave any survivors.
It had come to this, he thought, and if it was going to be done, it should be done thoroughly.
Besides, all these people were scum; it was better if they were dead.
Gao Yang lifted his gun and shot each of the two people lying on the ground in the back of the head, killing them instantly with a shot.
Having run out of bullets in his handgun, Gao Yang replaced the magazine and walked to the back of the office.
Though he felt Zhao Xinwen was definitely dead, Gao Yang still fired two more shots.
There were a total of seven people in the room, each one fatally shot in the head.
After confirming that there was no one left alive, Gao Yang took several deep breaths—it was only then that his hands involuntarily began to tremble.
Gao Yang calmly put the scattered money back into the bag and picked up the shell casings one by one, placing them into the bag as well.
Ensuring he left no trace behind, he opened the door with his sleeve-covered hand, and swiftly walked out.