Chapter 263.1 - Going to the Black Market (Part one)

Chapter 263: Going to the Black Market (Part one)

When Xu Cheng tossed the big and small bags onto Bei Shan’s pickup truck, Bei Shan’s eyelids jumped. “Holy f-ck, careful! These are all priceless!”

Xu Cheng snorted, “These are priceless treasures to you but just a pile of copper and iron to me. Hurry up and drive.”

Bei Shan started the car and drove off as he laughed. “Yo man, holy crap, I didn’t know you were this good… How did you sneak your way up there?”

Xu Cheng rolled his eyes at him. “Sneak? How humiliating would that be? I killed my way up, taking out 28 bodyguards. The elite that was on the Sky Ranking or whatever, to be honest, he was strong, but he was way too slow, and he couldn’t even take a hit. But I did underestimate his brawler’s gloves though.”

Xu Cheng said as he took them out. The spikes on there were all reinforced with diamonds.

“It’s probably worth some money too.”

Bei Shan rolled his eyes at him. “You didn’t even leave this behind?”

Xu Cheng bitterly laughed. “I’m really too poor right now. If I can, I would even get you to sell your azz.”

Bei Shan: “Other than those artifacts that belong to our country, you can do whatever you want with the rest of them. Do you want me to drive you to the black market or something?”

Xu Cheng nodded. “No rush, I want to do something first.”

Bei Shan: “What’s up?”

Xu Cheng: “You know the personal residence of the Third Prince of Great Britain?”

Bei Shan: “Of course.”

Xu Cheng: “Then let’s just drive this car over there.”

Bei Shan: “What do you want to do? Beat him up or kill him?”

Xu Cheng shook his head. “This car’s probably already exposed by the traffic cameras. Later, when the Franka Corporation investigates this and ends up finding your car, I want them to go directly to the Third Prince.”

Bei Shan: “Is that Third Prince your love rival or something?”

Xu Cheng: “He’s not worthy. But I did indeed bully him quite a lot when we were young, and now that he’s grown up and in power, he wants to play with me. I’m thinking about screwing him over first.”

Bei Shan: “Oh by the way, I spent about 10 thousand pounds to get this car.”

Xu Cheng: “Don’t talk about money with me. If it was any other day, I would’ve drowned you in money already.”

Bei Shan: “Come on, drown me. Just drown me already.”

Xu Cheng: “If you have the balls, come to Las Vegas with me. I will drown you there.”

Bei Shan still didn’t know about Xu Cheng’s gambling skills. Unlike Xu Cheng, who treated money like dirt, to most people in the Dragon Division, money was something they couldn’t live without. Just look at how the retired lieutenant colonel of the 5th Division was still working for capitalists after he retired. It was conceivable that even for a skilled soldier king like him, he still had to be enslaved by money.

“You think Las Vegas is run by you? Drown me with money there? Humph! If you can’t, then you are my b-tch!” Bei Shan swore.

The two just bickered like an old couple, and the car’s tracks were deliberately exposed under traffic cameras as they headed towards the Third Prince’s manor.

After the Franka Corporation’s CEO, Terry, got a phone call at a banquet held at a giant manor in London, his face instantly turned pale as he rushed directly for the parking lot. Over there, his bodyguard opened the door for him and sat in with him. Terry’s face sunk. “Did they catch the thief?”

Both the bodyguard and assistant shook their heads. “He got away.”

Terry: “What’s the situation over there?”

The assistant paused for a moment before replying, “All the guards on shift tonight are dead.”