It's a lie to say that one's heart is not moved, JAZZ's hesitation was caught in Xiao Lin's line of sight.

For business people, profit is the first point, the second is not to waste limited resources. There aren't many people who can afford the big prices.

Five times the amount is just right, a tempting number, like a psychological suggestion, a zone between 1 and 0, where 5 is the midpoint, easily creating a spatial illusion, and JAZZ fell into such an illusion, making him sensitive to this number, thus allowing Xiao Lin to gain an advantage in pricing.

"Five times is indeed a very tempting number, but I am the head here, I can't easily break the rules." JAZZ is still somewhat rational, he leans towards principles over profit.

Xiao Lin didn't continue to persuade, but sat down beside him confidently, staring at JAZZ's face for a good while before continuing in a calm and steady tone: "Live transplants have more risks than cadaver transplants, I'm thinking the rule you set might be like shooting yourself in the foot."

Consort Ling was sweating nervously for him, having never heard of anyone talking to JAZZ like this in this black market.

While it's unheard of any bloody violent incidents here, there are basically none who object have ever gotten off this boat. He knows Xiao Lin is excellent, but there's a saying that the mighty dragon can't overpower the local snake. They're on someone else's turf and what they're doing is illegal. If it escalates, they're the ones who'll lose, not JAZZ.

Consort Ling's worry was confirmed with JAZZ, who slammed his fist on the table, venting his anger through force, and two big guys walked in from outside, blocking the entire door with their muscular arms and waists.

"Kid, you're too bold. Do you know where you are?" JAZZ didn't immediately have Xiao Lin dealt with but turned his tone into more of a lesson, which surprised Consort Ling a bit, as it contradicted the information he had.

"I'm a doctor, I naturally know what kind of surgery is the best treatment for a patient under certain circumstances." Xiao Lin absorbed JAZZ's anger into his own rhythm, a negotiation aura that Consort Ling found unfamiliar, not understanding why Xiao Lin was so confident and could make JAZZ willing to listen patiently.

"Doctors nowadays are really rich." JAZZ muttered sarcastically, in a voice low enough for everyone to hear clearly.

"There is a deviation in the rules you set. You demand live kidney sources to be transacted on your boat, which isn't really difficult as long as the necessary medical equipment is available, but as someone like you who doesn't want failure leading to death and refuses to take responsibility, isn't this a contradiction? Surgery is just about making a cut, the real threat to life might come from rejection caused by infection. Or are you just providing a person without providing follow-up support? Normally, a practitioner would opt for a cadaver transplant, doesn't this pose a downside to your business?"

JAZZ stroked his beard, thinking Xiao Lin's words weren't that serious, but at the last sentence, he did begin to feel a little bit of contradiction in his own rules.

"Five times the price, I'll buy your live specimen, it's that simple." Xiao Lin then added: "Your rules are yours, I'm just buying someone from you, not breaking your rules, what do you think?"

At this moment, a kid about fifteen years old squeezed in between the two big guys, whispered a few words in JAZZ's ear, and he immediately stood up, hurriedly pushed through them, and walked out, followed by the big guys.

"You're asking for trouble." After those people walked away, Consort Ling heavily remarked to Xiao Lin, his expression serious, Xiao Lin couldn't understand why he was so tense.

"Are you afraid of this person?"

"It's not him I'm afraid of, it's the person behind this black market I'm wary of." Consort Ling took the cigarette Xiao Lin handed over; JAZZ is merely a manager here, not someone to fear, but the black market operation and assassin organizations have different systems, more complex connections than 'Black Crow's'.

"The person behind?"

"Yes, they came back, we'll talk when we get out."

Scattered footsteps hurried past from the other side, not entering their room but heading next door. Xiao Lin curiously wanted to follow to take a look, but Consort Ling grabbed him: "We should leave."

"We must get the kidney source today." Xiao Lin looked at Consort Ling's hand, his determination unwavering.

"She's just a..." Consort Ling couldn't find a suitable word to describe Dan Qing's identity, getting stuck and unable to say anything.

"You're wrong, I'm not doing this for anyone, it's a kind of hope." Yes, for Xiao Lin it's a kind of compensatory hope, a hope that couldn't be realized with Li Tongtong, wanting to find solace in Dan Qing. This kind of distortion Consort Ling wouldn't understand, as someone in medicine, he wouldn't understand this distortion against life.

In the cramped space next door, a person covered in blood was laid out on a military cot, surrounded by several people speaking in English, recounting the occurrence and how the person was injured, which Xiao Lin didn't listen to carefully.

In a room filled with a metallic smell, the blood-filled air could make one feel like vomiting. Several people stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do, Xiao Lin walked in.

"Give him some air." He fluently instructed a group to step aside in English, then grabbed a towel from a big guy to wipe the blood from the wounded.

"What are you going to do to him?" JAZZ stopped Xiao Lin when he was about to tear open the other's clothes, speaking very fluent Chinese.

"I told you I'm a doctor, he needs treatment."

"This person is a live specimen, just brought back from a gang fight, if you save him now, how will we do business?" JAZZ waved to the big guys behind him, and Xiao Lin was immediately surrounded.

"Are you here to do business, or to go undercover?"

"Do I look like a cop?" Xiao Lin was a bit angry, this was a life, evidently the so-called live specimen here was meant to gain substantial income at the expense of others' lives, which is why JAZZ would have such rules, making him very angry, he suppressed that anger staring at JAZZ.

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