895: Chapter 89 More Courageous Than a White Pig

In his mind, he awakened that blue interface.

[Host's current status: Life threatened (Moderate).]

[Current environmental assessment: Extremely hostile.]

[Consume all remaining advanced wealth intelligence to activate 'God's Eye' intelligence search?]

"Search for Kaman, search for William, search for every detail of the transactions between them."

Shen Yan chanted silently in his heart, his mental speed incredibly fast.

He was gambling.

Gambling that between these two profit-driven fellows, there was absolutely no way they were a united front.

[Parsing encrypted communications...]

[Comparing capital flows...]

[Ding! Critical intelligence discovered: Fatal Betrayal.]

Lines of red data lit up in the darkness, reflected upon Shen Yan's retina.

Shen Yan quickly browsed the information, and his originally tense mouth slowly relaxed.

So that's how it is.

Ten minutes later, the iron door of the basement was opened.

A guard carrying a bowl of mush that looked like pig slop threw it onto the ground.

"Hey, Korean, eat."

Shen Yan didn't look at the food. Instead, he raised his head; though he looked disheveled, his eyes shone terrifyingly bright in the darkness.

"Go tell Kaman that if he doesn't want to be blown to kingdom come by William tonight, he'd better come see me now."

The guard froze for a moment, then immediately raised his rifle butt to strike him.

"What the hell kind of crazy talk are you saying!"

"The batch of anti-aircraft missiles William gave him—the tracking chips are active."

Shen Yan spoke extremely fast, his voice carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

"And, at exactly twelve o'clock tonight, the rebels to the north will receive this set of positioning coordinates."

The rifle butt the guard held mid-air froze.

Even a fool knew what that meant.

If it was wrong, it was just a wasted trip at most; if it was true, it was total annihilation.

Twenty minutes later.

Shen Yan sat once again in that cigar-scented meeting room.

This time, his handcuffs were removed, and a glass of freshly poured water was placed in front of him.

General Kaman wasn't sitting; he was pacing back and forth in the room like an irritable lion.

That dagger was being twirled around in his hand.

"Korean, do you know the consequences of lying to me?"

Kaman stopped abruptly and threw a disassembled electronic chip in front of Shen Yan.

It had just been removed from the sample missile William sent.

Although Kaman didn't understand technology, the technicians under him weren't all useless.

"This chip is currently broadcasting a signal."

Kaman's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a thick scent of blood.

"That bastard William!"

"He doesn't want to do business with you; he wants you and the rebels to perish together. Then, not only can he take back that ten million, but he can also take over this mining area for free."

Shen Yan took a sip of water to moisten his parched throat, his tone as flat as if he were telling someone else's story.

"Is this what you call 'a man's game'?"

Kaman's face twitched a few times, and the murderous intent in his eyes instantly shifted direction.

"I'm going to skin him alive."

"Don't be in such a hurry."

Shen Yan put down the water glass, his fingers lightly tapping the tabletop.

"Kill him, and you won't get the money you want, plus you'll offend the capital behind Colbert."

"Then what do you want?"

Kaman turned around, looking directly for the first time at this Chinese man he had almost thrown into the mine pit.

"I can save you."

Shen Yan pulled a crumpled check from his pocket—the same fifty million that hadn't been delivered earlier.

"This fifty million is the money to buy the mine."

"In addition, I will give you a coordinate. That is the current location of the rebels' ammunition depot, consider it bonus intelligence."

"In exchange, I want one hundred percent of the mining rights to this area, and one of William's legs."

Kaman was stunned.

He hadn't expected this man, who was a prisoner just moments ago, to start setting terms for him in the blink of an eye.

"Where did you get your intelligence?"

"I have my channels."

Shen Yan stood up. Although his clothes were covered in dust and grease, his current aura actually overpowered this murderous warlord.

"General Kaman, Shenlan Group never betrays its allies, but we are never soft on those who try to scheme against us."

"Now, the choice is yours."

"Take the fifty million and the intelligence to crush your enemies, or wait to be blown to pieces by missiles tonight?"

The air in the room froze for a full thirty seconds.

Only the ticking of the wall clock could be heard.

Kaman stared at Shen Yan for a long time, then suddenly burst into a wild laugh.

"Hahaha! Good! Very good!"

He strode over, and that large hand which had just been holding a dagger slapped heavily onto Shen Yan's shoulder.

"Korean, you have more guts than that white pig!"

"Deal!"

Two hours later.

A shrill scream pierced the night sky of the camp.

William was dragged out by two guards like a dead dog, his right leg twisted at a bizarre angle.

At the same time, a mining rights transfer contract stamped with a bright red thumbprint was stuffed into Shen Yan's briefcase.

Shen Yan stood at the camp entrance, watching the signal flares rising in the distant jungle.

That was Kaman's troops launching a surprise attack on the rebels' ammunition depot based on the intelligence he provided.

He lit a cigarette, his hands trembling slightly.

It wasn't from fear, but from the exhaustion after the adrenaline faded.

In this round, he had taken a walk to the gates of hell and back.

Fifty million US dollars had bought a rare mineral deposit worth tens of billions, and incidentally eliminated a competitor from a multinational corporation.

This thrill of walking on the edge of a blade was indeed ten thousand times more exciting than sitting in an office looking at financial reports.

"Mr. Shen."

The thin, dark man who had initially blocked his way walked over. His attitude was completely different from before, as he bowed his head respectfully.

"The General has arranged a car for you to take you directly to the nearest airport."

"Also, the General asked me to give this to you."

The man handed over a heavy cloth bag.

Shen Yan opened it and took a look; inside was a pile of unpolished raw diamonds, worth at least several million.

"Thank the General for me."

Shen Yan casually tossed the bag of diamonds back to the man.

"It's yours. Consider it the fare for the ride just now."

The thin, dark man clutched the bag, completely stunned, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit a fist.

In this place, this bag of diamonds was enough for him to buy an entire village.

Shen Yan didn't look at him again. Carrying the briefcase that held a future worth tens of billions, he turned and stepped into a brand-new off-road vehicle.

The car started and sped away, leaving a trail of dust.

In the rearview mirror, the thin, dark man knelt on the red dirt road, kowtowing frantically in the direction the car was leaving.

Shen Yan leaned back against the seat, watching the wilderness fly by outside the window.

Dawn was coming.

On the eastern horizon, a red sun was tearing through the heavy curtain of night.

He pulled out his phone; there was an unread message on the screen from Liu Hui.

It was a photo.

In the photo, Youyou was sitting on Chen Guangke's shoulders, holding a fairy wand in her hand, smiling brilliantly.

The caption was simple: [Waiting for you to come back for a group photo.]

Shen Yan looked at the screen, his finger gently stroking the line of text.

He pressed the reply button and sent back only two words.

[Soon.]