Chapter 885: Chapter 885

In the center of Yisi City, there stands a five-story nightclub at the entrance that is considered luxurious by local standards.

After Ding Fan and Sun Chao entered the nightclub's grand doors, they headed straight for the first floor.

Sun Chao was very familiar with this place, so he led the way. However, actually, even if Sun Chao hadn't been there to guide him, it wouldn't have mattered to Ding Fan, as his Divine Sense had already thoroughly scouted the entire nightclub.

Although the nightclub appeared to have five floors on the surface, that wasn't exactly the case. There was a secret door in the manager's office on the ground floor.

Through this secret door, one could enter into the underground.

The underground of the nightclub was an underground boxing ring. The size of the boxing ring was not too shabby—Ding Fan's Divine Sense observed crowds bustling within, indicating that there must be at least several hundred people.

Sun Chao led Ding Fan into the manager's office, and after they identified themselves and gave the manager some money, the two proceeded through the secret door towards the underground boxing ring.

"This place is the underground boxing ring. Fights take place here daily. Smith is a gambler who particularly loves betting on fights, so he used to appear here often," Sun Chao explained to Ding Fan as they walked along.

The passage leading to the underground boxing ring wasn't very long; in less than a minute, the two had entered.

This space was approximately eight hundred square meters; while not dispersed widely, the area was currently packed with people standing around at the moment.

In the very center of the space, there was a raised ring, well-lit and elevated, so no matter where you were, you could clearly see what was happening up on the ring.

At this moment, atop the ring, a black man was fighting against a white man. The fists of the white man were ferociously powerful, and the black man was now curled up in the corner taking a beating.

But the white man obviously had no intention of sparing his opponent, as his fists pummeled the other relentlessly like raindrops.

Every punch hit flesh and was met with bloodshed; before long, the black man's body had gone limp.

The surrounding crowd seemed almost frenzied by now, with everyone loudly cheering on the white man.

"KILL!" the crowd chanted in unison.

The black man had already lost consciousness, and now the white man lifted his foot and delivered a direct kick to the black man's throat. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚•𝙣𝙚𝙩

The throat is one of the most vulnerable parts of the body, and the force behind the white man's kick was incredibly strong.

Thud... The white man's foot hit the black man's throat hard, causing him to spit out a mouthful of fresh blood before his body began to convulse.

The mood of the people around reached an insane peak, screaming and yelling desperately.

The white man appeared to be influenced by the energy; he grabbed the black man, dragged him to the center of the ring, then leapt up and struck the black man's skull with his knee with heavy force.

After such a heavy blow, the black man was utterly unresponsive.

By now, without looking, it was certain that the black man was dead.

Suddenly, many in the crowd began throwing money onto the ring, while someone climbed up onto the ring and dragged the black man down like a dead dog.

Ding Fan shook his head slightly.

Here, human life was so cheap…

"Smith is over there," Sun Chao said after scanning the area and spotting Smith not too far away.

Ding Fan followed the direction Sun Chao was pointing.

At the back among the audience, there was a bar counter where several people were seated; the white-haired white man in the middle was holding a beauty in one hand and a glass of red wine in the other.

"Let's go over," said Ding Fan.

The two immediately walked over.

"Mr. Smith, an old friend sent us to see you," Sun Chao stepped forward first, saying this while holding an envelope.

However, before Sun Chao could approach, two bodyguards in black clothing came forward to stop him.

Smith looked Sun Chao up and down. "You're from Huaxia?" he asked in his broken Huaxia language.

"Yes, I'm Huaxia people," replied Sun Chao.

Smith glanced at the envelope in Sun Chao's hand and then smiled. "The old friend you mentioned must be Wan Quan. Almost every Huaxia person who mingles in the Middle East receives his help," Smith said.

Sun Chao nodded. "Indeed, it's Wan Quan."

Smith waved his hand, and the two bodyguards stepped aside. Sun Chao then passed the envelope to Smith.

"This is Young Master Ding," Sun Chao introduced Ding Fan, who was standing behind him, to Smith.

Smith glanced at Ding Fan and did not bother to greet him. He casually opened the envelope, looked through it briefly, and then gazing at Ding Fan, he asked, "Wan Quan says you come to talk business, but I see you're still wet behind the ears. What could you possibly negotiate with me?"

"Arms," Ding Fan said flatly.

Upon hearing Ding Fan's words, Smith's expression grew more serious. "Kid, if you just want to buy a few handguns or something, you might as well go to a street stall. That sort of stuff is plentiful in the Middle East."

"I'm looking for high-level goods," Ding Fan spoke calmly.

"High-level goods, but the price won't be low," replied Smith.

Ding Fan nodded. "As long as I'm satisfied with the goods, price is not really an issue."

Smith pondered for a moment, then he gave the woman by his side a hefty slap on the butt sending her on her way. He then stood up. "It's a bit noisy here, let's go outside to talk."

Ding Fan didn't have any objections, and he immediately followed Smith, some people headed straight out of the underground boxing ring.

Smith had a private room in the nightclub, and he took Ding Fan there right away.

"Let's hear it then, since you were introduced by Wan Quan, I'm curious to see what kind of high-level goods you're after."

"Artillery, tanks, warships..." Ding Fan said indifferently.

After hearing Ding Fan's words, Smith reacted as if he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Kid, if you weren't introduced by Wan Quan, I'd think you're here to amuse me. Do you know even the Rakshasa people, who are making a big splash in Yis City right now, have only purchased some heavy machine guns from me. You think you're tougher than those Rakshasa ghosts?"

After Smith finished speaking, he laughed uncontrollably.

Ding Fan was indifferent and responded lightly, "The Rakshasa people you mentioned no longer exist. I've eradicated them."

Ding Fan's tone was casual, but left no room for doubt.

After listening to Ding Fan's words, Smith's smile instantly froze on his face.

During the day, he had indeed heard that something had happened to the Rakshasa people—it was said that their stronghold warehouse had suddenly caught fire, and now the Rakshasa ghosts could not be seen anywhere in the city.

Smith's subordinates had even suggested that maybe the Rakshasa people had been wiped out. At that time, Smith thought it was impossible.

The combat power of the Rakshasa people was well-known; even the Council of Elders could not match them, who else could be their opponent.

But now, Ding Fan claimed that he was the one who got rid of the Rakshasa people, which made Smith turn serious for a moment.

"Do you have any evidence to prove that you killed the Rakshasa people?" Smith asked.

"No," Ding Fan replied still very calmly. "Killing a few Rakshasa is nothing to brag about. I'm here to discuss business with you."

Smith pondered for a moment and then said, "I can get you the goods you want, but as for the price..."

"As long as the quality is good, the price is no problem," said Ding Fan indifferently.

What Ding Fan lacked the least now was money; he could casually throw out a few Pills, and that would be hundreds of millions or even billions. A little bit of money was of no concern to him.

"May I ask where you intend to ship these weapons?" Smith asked.

"How far can you ship the weapons?" Ding Fan asked lightly.

"At most to an island after setting sail, an uninhabited island."

"That's sufficient. I'll handle the rest of the shipping," said Ding Fan.

"Are you saying you have a way to transport them?" Smith's eyes lit up.

Smith had long wanted to establish a transportation channel to other places but had never been able to. Now Ding Fan was saying he had a way, so understandably, Smith was surprised.

"That's my concern. Introduce me to your goods first."

Immediately, Smith gestured to his subordinates, and a subordinate brought over a laptop.

Smith opened the laptop and promptly clicked open several sets of pictures.

"This is the M2 tank, the main battle tank of The Stars and Stripes Country. I have two in my possession right now, but they're a bit pricey, thirty million each."

Ding Fan nodded. "I'll take them all."

Smith looked at Ding Fan, and then continued to introduce other items. "This cannon is part of the tractor series..."

Watching Smith introduce the weaponry, Ding Fan couldn't help but admire him.

The stuff he had was indeed not bad, many items were currently in service with The Stars and Stripes Country's military. From this point of view, Smith was quite an influential figure.

After Smith's introduction, Ding Fan made up his mind without much hesitation and directly purchased a bunch of stuff.

Two M2 tanks, four heavy tractor artillery pieces, in addition, two howitzers, four sets of Katyusha rocket launchers...

All items added up to three billion in total.

Ding Fan immediately took out a checkbook. Then, he wrote a check for three billion to Smith on the spot.

Smith didn't expect Ding Fan to be so generous. You see, if it were anyone else, they would probably only pay a deposit first and wait to see the goods before paying off the balance.

But Ding Fan was generous enough to settle the full amount at once.

Smith handed the check to his subordinates to verify its authenticity.

It didn't take long for Smith's subordinates to return, confirming that the check was genuine and indeed for three billion.

Smith hadn't expected the business deal to go so smoothly; a three billion deal was huge, and since he had started trading in arms, Smith had never taken on such a big responsibility.

After a bout of celebration, Smith promised to give Ding Fan a series of heavy machine guns as a bonus.

Ding Fan didn't decline the gift; what they lacked now was equipment.

Smith originally intended to have Ding Fan stay for a meal before leaving. After all, a person like Ding Fan was like the God of Wealth; if the relationship was managed well, then big business deals would come continuously in the future.

But Ding Fan politely declined.

Not being very familiar with the other party and disdaining such social occasions, Ding Fan simply left with Sun Chao.

Smith personally escorted Ding Fan out the main entrance.

Those who knew Smith, seeing this, all speculated on Ding Fan's identity, knowing that it's rare for someone to receive such treatment from Smith...