Chapter 257: Chapter 257 Singing
After Wang Yan’s exclamation, many people around him immediately turned their heads to look.
The people around him weren’t nervous at all. One person beside Wang Yan even chuckled and whispered to him, “We don’t call them ‘ghosts’ anymore, they’re called ‘foreigners’ now.”
It turned out that the ones standing with guns on the wooden crates were actually some blond, blue-eyed foreigners.
Since coming down from the mountain, Wang Yan hadn’t seen any foreigners. Although the ancient books had records of Persians and Japanese, it didn’t occur to him at the moment.
With that person’s reminder, Wang Yan suddenly realized: so these strange-looking people are foreigners.
Without considering Wang Yan’s thoughts, Boss Mao glanced up at the submachine guns around and shouted, “Where’s Pepi? Let him come out.”
Hearing Boss Mao’s shout, someone slowly walked out from behind the wooden crates opposite Boss Mao. This person was also a blond, blue-eyed foreigner.
This foreigner glanced at Boss Mao, frowned, and said, “Who are you? How do you know my name?”
Boss Mao angrily replied, “Can’t you think straight? You don’t recognize me just because I’m wearing a mask.”
As he spoke, Boss Mao quickly took off the Grey Wolf mask from his face, glared at this man named Pepi, then hurriedly put the mask back on as if he was afraid.
Pepi then laughed and said, “So it’s Boss Mao. You guys are really strange, why do you all wear wolf masks.”
Boss Mao said, “Recently there’s been a haunting in Wanghai City, I’m wearing it to ward off evil. Enough nonsense, did you bring the goods?”
Pepi waved his hand, and the people on the crates lowered their submachine guns.
Then, someone behind Pepi pulled out a briefcase and placed it in front of Pepi.
Boss Mao also picked up the briefcase in his hand and placed it at his feet.
Seeing these two people’s strange actions, Wang Yan nudged the thug who had just spoken to him and asked, “What are they doing?”
This thug was stunned, then looked wary, and said, “You don’t even know this? Who are you, really?”
Without thinking, Wang Yan said, “I’m one of the gang.”
The thug still didn’t believe him and said, “A gang member? Do you have any tattoos on your body?”
Wang Yan said, “Of course, take a look.”
Saying that, Wang Yan turned his head and lifted his clothes.
Once the thug saw the Demon Pattern tattoo on Wang Yan’s back, his wariness instantly disappeared, and he said, “So you’re really a brother from the gang, sorry for that just now. Let me tell you, Boss Mao and Pepi are doing a deal. One of their boxes contains money, and the other contains drugs. Sometimes, these foreigners are so bad they use flour instead of drugs…”
This thug was also an idiot; he didn’t even ask Wang Yan to remove his mask and see his face but simply assumed Wang Yan was one of them just because of the tattoo. Moreover, once Wang Yan asked him questions, he told him everything he knew.
Wang Yan listened and nodded secretly, thinking: What a domineering poison this is, called drugs. It kills invisibly. No wonder these foreigners are called ghosts, they’re really up to no good.
Listening on one hand, Wang Yan watched Boss Mao and Pepi’s actions on the other.
He saw Pepi open his briefcase, and sure enough, in the briefcase were three bundles of drugs wrapped in bags.
Pepi pointed at the three piles of drugs in front of him and said, “The usual rules: three bundles, 180,000 here.”
Wang Yan was contemplating when to take action and apprehend these bad guys in one go when he suddenly heard Pepi speak in this awkward, unrefined manner, reminding him of a “Walkman” he had heard recently. Wang Yan couldn’t help but interject, singing, “The waterway here has nine links——”
The warehouse, which was originally very quiet, echoed resonantly when Wang Yan sang, causing the ceiling to vibrate and dust to fall.
Boss Mao and the others were already jittery, fearing the appearance of the Grey Wolf. Suddenly hearing Wang Yan sing and the warehouse resonating, they immediately crouched down while pulling out their guns.
The armed foreigners on the crates were startled when they saw Boss Mao draw his gun and quickly raised their submachine guns, aiming at Boss Mao.
Seeing so many guns pointed at him, Boss Mao knew it was a misunderstanding but feared an accidental discharge. He quickly rolled on the ground, aiming to dodge the direction of the submachine guns.
Boss Mao’s movement caused his subordinates to misunderstand, thinking that Boss Mao had spotted the Grey Wolf.
More than thirty of Boss Mao’s men immediately drew their pistols, aiming around.
“Has the Grey Wolf come out?”
“Shoot the Grey Wolf.”
“Where’s the Grey Wolf?”
As Boss Mao’s subordinates were anxiously searching, Wang Yan had just finished singing the second line. Out of habit, he felt uncomfortable not finishing the heightened note after the second line.
Therefore, Wang Yan opened his mouth wide and let out a “howl.”
At this point, Boss Mao’s subordinates were busy looking for the Grey Wolf. Wang Yan’s “howl” made them really believe the Grey Wolf had come.
The scrawny man, who moments ago seemed fearless, was so startled by the wolf howl that he shivered, his finger tightening and accidentally pulling the trigger.
With a “bang,” a bullet flew out, hitting the wooden plank on the crate.
Everyone was extremely tense, and at the sound of the gunshot, Boss Mao’s men couldn’t hold it anymore and all pulled their triggers.
The “bang bang” of gunfire echoed throughout the warehouse, and a chaotic gunfight ensued.
The shots were fired randomly with no clear targets, bullets flying wildly. Some hit the crates, while others set Pepi’s men ablaze.
Pepi’s men hadn’t intended to shoot, but seeing their comrades wounded, they immediately retaliated.
Pepi’s subordinates aimed definitely, targeting all of Boss Mao’s men.
Realizing this, Boss Mao’s men had no time to worry about the Grey Wolf and quickly counterattacked against Pepi’s men.
The warehouse filled with the chaotic sound of bullets and gunfire, occasionally cut through by the sound of bullets piercing body and blood spraying, with bodies constantly falling, blood flooding the floor, dyeing it red.
In an instant, the entire warehouse was filled with gun smoke and chaos.
Boss Mao and Pepi hid behind the crates, knowing it was a misunderstanding. They desperately shouted, “Stop shooting, stop.”
However, the gunfire in the warehouse drowned out their voices.
Both wanted to come out to stop the shooting, but bullets flying outside forced them to duck back immediately after peeking out.
Finally, after a long while, the gunfire ceased.
Only then did Boss Mao and Pepi dare to cautiously peek out, seeing that the entire warehouse was shrouded in smoke, making it impossible to see the surrounding state clearly.
As the smoke gradually dispersed, Boss Mao and Pepi finally saw the scene clearly: the warehouse was scattered with bodies, their brothers were all dead. The ground was a sea of blood, resembling hell itself.
Yet, only one person was still standing there, hands in pockets, softly humming a tune, “The mountain road here has eighteen bends, and the waterway here has nine links, howl——”