Chapter 33 The Boss of Wavehaven
Two hours later, on the top floor of the Wavehaven Luminous Nights Club, the atmosphere of luxury and grandeur reached its peak in the nearly 2.000-square-feet office.
In the center of the room, behind a 10-fet-long desk, a strong man in a fur-collared suit sat in the dark, the red ember of his cigar flickering intermittently.
In the height of summer, the fur collar seemed out of place, but undeniably, it added to his imposing presence, a sense of ruthlessness and cold-bloodedness.
Behind the strong man stood a top-tier beauty in a long dress, gently massaging his shoulders. Suddenly, there was a rapid knocking on the door.
"Boss, something strange has happened." A middle-aged man in a black suit walked in, his face anxious.
The man behind the desk remained calm. "Otis, your panicked look is quite unbecoming."
"Boss, I can't help it. In my forty years, I've never seen anything like this." Otis was agitated. "An hour ago, two of our places got raided."
"Got raided? Don't panic; it was not the first time we had been investigated by cops. Just find someone to smooth things over and reopen." Black Fox remained calm, gently extinguishing his cigar in the ashtray.
"No, those two bars weren't even open yet. They were just newly renovated. There are some goods stored inside. Besides our own people, no one could have known this."
Black Fox frowned. "So, there's an informant among our people?"
"Boss, that's what I thought at first." Otis looked distressed. "I didn't take those two places seriously at first because I was at the dock preparing to receive a shipment with Marlon and Arnold. But before the fishing boat delivering our goods could dock, it was intercepted by the police. We lost everything."
"What?" Black Fox suddenly straightened up from his chair.
Otis continued, "Boss, you know, only the three of us knew about the ship's arrival."
"Are you saying one of you three is the informant?" Black Fox squinted his eyes, his voice suddenly turning cold.
"Just as the three of us were about to check each other, we got a strange phone call." Otis's hand trembled slightly. "The guy on the phone seemed to know everything, and he just said: let me tell you the truth, all the things you have done or will do will be under my surveillance; there's no informant among you."
Otis looked around, still shaken.
"Boss, the place where we boarded the ship was a random spot behind some rocks on the coastline. There couldn't have been any surveillance. We also checked ourselves for bugs. And, as we were coming to see you, he called several more times. He told us where you were. He told us we took the wrong car keys and told Arnold not to wait for the red light. When we got in the elevator and forgot to press the button, he knew that, too. He can hear everything and see everything."
Black Fox instinctively scanned the room. "Don't worry. There are no cameras or bugs in this room." He stood up, nearly six feet tall, his chest broad like a wall, exuding an overwhelming presence. "It seems we have a very unusual opponent this time. But I don't believe in these spooky tricks. If he's human, he must have left some trace."
Black Fox took out a new cigar, slowly placing it in his mouth, squinting his eyes slightly. Otis hurriedly searched for a lighter but couldn't find one. At that moment, Black Fox's phone on the desk suddenly rang.
"It's him." Otis glanced at the caller ID, his voice trembling. Black Fox calmly gestured, and Otis pressed the speaker button. A young, mocking voice immediately came, "Your lighter is in the LV bag."
Black Fox and Otis exchanged glances. Instantly, both had their hair stand on end. Otis frantically searched the bag on the desk, unable to find it at first.
"It's between those scandalous celebrity photos," the voice on the phone lazily said. Otis pulled out the photos, and the lighter fell onto the desk.
"Also, the evidence in your bag meant to blackmail officials is all fake. You've been duped, idiot." The voice on the phone spoke nonchalantly.
Black Fox's forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He grabbed his bag, cautiously scanning the surroundings.
"By the way, tell your girlfriend you can't make it to her place tonight. "
"Who the hell are you?" Black Fox roared into the phone, enraged.
"Aren't you sure you can find me? Come find me if you can." The line went dead.
The office fell into an eerie silence. Otis stood frozen, not daring to breathe. Black Fox, on the other hand, looked grave. He knew he was up against a formidable opponent this time. If the other party knew even where his lighter was, then he had no secrets at all. He could be killed at any moment.
Suddenly, the beauty behind Black Fox handed him a note: Boss, we can try to trace the phone number.
"Right. Otis, immediately..." Black Fox suddenly stopped, covering the note with his hand, whispering, "Get it done right away; find the best hacker on the street; spare no expense to find him. Quickly."
A long 30 minutes later. Hiding in a storage room, Black Fox finally received the information: the location of the phone number had been determined. It was in an internet café next to Luminous Nights Club.
"So, he's not some hidden master, just a stupid hacker." A sinister grin appeared on Black Fox's face. "Send me 20 men, no, 30. Bring that kid back to me. Anyone who dares to bug me, I'll make you regret it for life."
Black Fox's phone rang again—the same number.
'How could that be?' he thought.
He had just changed his phone number and number. Black Fox nervously answered, and the other side calmly said, "Here's some advice: send some real experts."
This was too strange to him. Black Fox took three steps back.
This less than 54-square-feet storage room was empty—there was nothing there. There was no way there could be surveillance. The only electrical device was the light bulb on the ceiling.
Twenty minutes earlier, Elbert arrived at CyberZone Café. To the owner's astonishment, Elbert directly sent him $100,000. He then asked the owner to clear out all the customers and leave the doors open. He said he was waiting for a fight.
At this moment, the puzzled owner was watching the young man sitting in the center of the café, calmly smoking.
'Who is this rich kid? Such a fool with too much money. The money is enough to buy my café three times over. I'm really lucky.' the owner thought with a smile on his face.
'But will the fight actually happen?' The owner was starting to feel bored.
"What's going on?" he exclaimed suddenly.
He saw a large group, at least a hundred tattooed youths, wielding sticks and machetes, approaching aggressively. And their target was the man still smoking inside.
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