Chapter 128: Chapter 128

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On the helicopter, Zhang Xiaohao lay on the genuine leather sofa.

He opened the red top-secret document case he was holding and took out the letter inside.

"Hmm? It’s actually a handwritten letter from Mr. Xu," Zhang Xiaohao muttered to himself as he examined the letter closely.

After reading the letter, he clenched his hands suddenly, and the letter in his hands turned to dust.

"Interesting, he actually wants me to pick up a woman codenamed 007 and ensure her safe return to the domestic shores."

If the opportunity were right, Zhang Xiaohao wouldn’t mind bringing this woman codenamed "007" back home safely.

The condition was, he had to finish his own affairs first.

Shifting to a more comfortable position, Zhang Xiaohao lay on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

He slept very comfortably on that sleep.

It had been half a month since he came down the mountain, and he hadn’t slept at all, although his spirit was energized after his cultivation, there was still a bit of resistance in his heart.

"Report, commander, we will land at the capital airport of M country in about five minutes," the pilot announced.

"Mm, thanks for your hard work. You can head back after we arrive," Zhang Xiaohao responded.

Five minutes later, the helicopter landed at the capital airport of M country.

Zhang Xiaohao got off the helicopter and looked at the dark night sky. He checked the time. It was around 7 PM local time in M country.

"Sir, do you need a ride?" A white foreigner, seeing Zhang Xiaohao get off the chopper and noticing he was alone, brightened up and rushed over.

Zhang Xiaohao gave him an indifferent glance and spoke in M country’s local dialect, "To the Holy Angel Bar!"

"Sure thing, sir!" The foreigner looked at him somewhat surprised, wondering how this poor-looking guy from the East spoke the M country’s dialect so fluently.

They got into the car.

The foreigner started the car and quickly headed in one direction.

"Sir, are you here in M country for tourism, or do you reside here long-term?"

"What do you think I’m here for?" Zhang Xiaohao said playfully.

"Seeing your outfit, you don’t seem like a local, more like a tourist," the foreigner suggested.

"A foreigner speaking fluently in M country’s dialect, you think that’s normal?" Zhang Xiaohao retorted.

"Hehe," the foreigner chuckled dryly.

Meanwhile, he hesitated in his mind; by chance, he had met an influential figure from the underworld, Brother Wolf, and had embarked on trafficking humans.

He dared not target locals of M country.

He specifically chose foreigners, especially those from the East.

Through human trafficking, he had made a lot of US dollars.

Moreover, people from that ancient Eastern country fetched much higher prices compared to those from other nations.

If they were young and beautiful women from the East, the price would double or even more.

Stealing glances at Zhang Xiaohao through the car’s rearview mirror.

After hesitating for a while, faced with the huge temptation of money, the foreigner finally made up his mind, sneered, and thought to himself that no matter who you are, as long as you’re not from M country, you’ll have to kneel and surrender in front of Brother Wolf.

With this thought, the foreigner suddenly turned the steering wheel, changed direction, and headed down a secluded path.

Upon seeing his actions, the corner of Zhang Xiaohao’s mouth turned up, his heart already harboring murderous intent.

This was abroad, and if while in Huaxia, Zhang Xiaohao was like a dormant dragon, acting with some caution.

But abroad, Zhang Xiaohao was an exposed "demon," killing these foreign dogs without any hesitation!

The black car stopped at a western fork in the road.

"Sir, we have arrived!" The foreigner pulled out the keys, chuckling sinisterly.

"Are you sure this is the Holy Angel Bar?" Zhang Xiaohao narrowed his eyes while toying with a coin in his hand.

"Fuck! Just because you’re a yellow-skinned monkey, you think I would actually take you to the Holy Angel Bar? Do you think you’re worthy? Seeing that you’re about to die, listen well, you fucking yellow-skinned monkey, my real identity is that of a human trafficker! I specialize in selling dumb fucks like you for a high profit! Now I’m ordering you to get out of the car," the foreigner said with a cold sneer.

"Are you so sure you’ve got me figured out?" Zhang Xiaohao said.

"Haha... I must not have heard wrong! You’re just a yellow-skinned monkey. On my turf, with just you alone, I can crush you however I want! Since you won’t recognize what’s good for you, I’ll let you taste my fist first!" the foreigner said fiercely.

After speaking, he started to make a move inside the car.

His left hand reached for Zhang Xiaohao’s neck, while his right fist, carrying a strong wind, slammed toward Zhang Xiaohao’s head.

"Die!" Zhang Xiaohao said indifferently.

The coin in his hand flicked effortlessly, striking his head, and the immense force directly penetrated his skull.

With unwillingness, the foreigner’s body went limp and fell inside the car.

Zhang Xiaohao calmly patted his hands, opened the car door, and stepped out.

He looked coldly around, a burst of hurried footsteps echoing from the alley, the sounds indicative of at least dozens of people rushing over.

He pulled out a Panda cigarette from his pocket, lit it up, and started to smoke slowly.

Less than a minute later.

Dozens of foreigners, armed with machetes, rushed over and surrounded Zhang Xiaohao.

The crowd parted, and a muscular man with his torso bare, sporting a huge dragon tattoo from his left face down to his chest, appeared.

He was biting a cigar, and after sizing up Zhang Xiaohao coldly, commented, "Lao Hei has done a fine job for once, bringing a decent catch! Someone, take this yellow-skinned monkey away."

"Something’s not right, Brother Wolf! How come there’s only this yellow-skinned monkey? Where the hell did that old fuck Lao Hei go? Doesn’t he want the money anymore? You know that money-grubber always values money more than his own life; why isn’t he here?" the strategist said.

Hearing his strategist say this, Brother Wolf’s brow furrowed instantly.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, I’m asking you, where’s the driver who brought you here?" Brother Wolf said arrogantly.

"He’s already dead," Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.

"Dead? Bullshit! That old fuck is taller and stronger-bodied than you are. Even if he’s not much, dealing with a yellow-skinned monkey like you would be child’s play. You actually claim to have killed him? What a joke. Do you think I’m a pig?" Brother Wolf sneered. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑~𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖾~𝖓𝖊𝖙

Zhang Xiaohao pointed at the car, motioning for him to see for himself.

Brother Wolf hesitated, then said, "You go and see what’s really going on."

"Yes, Brother Wolf!" A lackey answered, swaggering over with a crab-like gait, opened the car door, and saw the black car driver lying on the ground like a dead dog, his face covered in blood.

"Ah! Brother Wolf, he’s already dead!" Upon seeing the black car driver’s gruesome state, the lackey shrieked, falling on his butt.

"Useless trash, get the hell out of my sight!" Brother Wolf shouted coldly.

Gazing at Zhang Xiaohao, he didn’t hide the murderous intent in his eyes.

"It’s rather unfortunate that the old fuck died , but he did save me a good amount of money! Yellow-skinned monkey, daring to kill my man, hehe! Rest assured, I won’t let you die easily."