Mr. Yan, you two gunmen should rest and prepare for battle. I might strike directly tomorrow and won't delay for long.

Priest's sister, the same goes for you. Once the fight breaks out, there'll definitely be a lot of wounded, and you'll be quite busy then.

There are a total of four teammates, and Wang Zhifan assigned them each tasks they are suited for. Currently, only he has the charisma to do this since the others could only join the gang smoothly because of him, so they are relatively willing to follow his command.

"No problem, boss. I'll use my summoned creatures to scout out the Black Fist Gang as soon as possible. It's what I'm best suited for in this mission."

The chubby summoner couldn't help but feel slightly ashamed, as this mission's main focus is on gun battles, so his idea of using summons to withstand enemy fire and attack is somewhat unrealistic. He has to rely on NPCs ignoring the small animals to gather some intelligence.

"Boss, I have no problem with the idea of us two being the main force, but you need to help us a bit then. Otherwise, from my observations when I was at the Black Fist Gang, even with our team's numbers, we might not be able to beat them."

The short, stout male gunman player also voiced his concern at this moment. He is primarily worried about battle strength issues because he hasn't personally witnessed Wang Zhifan's capabilities, so he is somewhat unsure.

"Don't worry, even though I won't charge directly into battle, I'll fully assist you throughout. You two just get ready for an easy crushing victory."

When his teammate showed a lack of confidence, Wang Zhifan immediately promised to inspire confidence in them because he indeed has the strength.

At the same time, in a luxurious club in the core district of Paradise City, Hong Jiu, the slicked-back leader of the Black Fist Gang targeted by the Iron Wolf Gang under Wang Zhifan, was meeting with a refined man in a suit.

Contrary to what many might think, Hong Jiu, who is considered quite a figure in Paradise City, appeared rather humble and sycophantic in front of this refined-looking man who seemed like an office worker, entirely resembling a servile dog trying to please its master.

"Mr. Qian, did the girls I introduced not suit your taste? If you're not satisfied, I'll have some more sent over, ensuring you get whatever type you like."

Noticing that the refined man in a suit sitting on the sofa opposite him wasn't paying much attention to the girls he carefully selected, Hong Jiu spoke flatteringly.

"No need, I've been feeling a bit off lately and can't engage with these things for now."

The refined man in a suit, Mr. Qian, immediately shook his head upon hearing this, raising his eyelids slightly as he spoke to Hong Jiu. His face was devoid of any noticeable expression.

"What are you all standing around for? Didn't you hear what the guest said? Get out, get out now!"

Seeing such a response from the esteemed guest, Hong Jiu immediately put on a stern face and waved his hand to shoo the girls out of the luxurious suite.

Once the women had promptly left, Hong Jiu's face returned to a fawning demeanor, speaking to the refined man in the suit across from him, whose face was impassive and contemplative:

"Mr. Qian, did your department provide any feedback on the last batch I sent over? If it's acceptable…"

As he spoke, slicked-back Hong Jiu put on an even more sycophantic expression. Anyone familiar with him would be hard-pressed to imagine him, typically a commanding gang leader, showing such a demeanor.

"Ha… uh…"

The refined man in the suit couldn't help but yawn at this moment, seemingly uninterested. However, he then raised his hand to rub the back of his neck, contemplating for a couple of seconds before saying:

"The department did give feedback, saying your stuff is okay… they just need a hundred more units… but make sure they're as fresh and complete as the last batch."

"No problem! Mr. Qian! You can count on me for this! A hundred units… I'll deliver them all to you in no more than half a month, no, a week!"

Upon hearing the refined man in the suit speak, Hong Jiu immediately promised, showing no qualms about the extra demand.

"A week? Alright then."

The refined man nodded slightly after pondering the deadline Hong Jiu offered.

"The payment due to you will be processed by our company's finance department by tomorrow morning, and you can pick up half of the goods from the usual place, as only half has arrived so far."

He continued to address Hong Jiu.

"No problem, Mr. Qian. I'm well aware of Penglai's reputation, so a delay of ten days or half a month is fine."

The Black Fist Gang leader nodded in understanding upon hearing this.

"Hmm… Penglai Pharmaceutical won't forget your goods. The production department has been extremely busy lately, which is why there's a delay. We'll definitely make it up to you next month… Oh, right, I have some matters to deal with at the company, so let's discuss any additional orders next time."

The refined man in the suit said, standing up and heading towards the door of the luxurious suite.

"Mr. Qian, you're leaving already? You truly are a busy man… Please take care of yourself and don't overwork!"

Shortly after, the Black Fist Gang leader personally escorted the Penglai Pharmaceutical representative to the casino entrance and arranged for transportation to see him off.

Once Mr. Qian's car had driven off and was out of sight, the Black Fist Gang leader Hong Jiu sharply spat on the ground, unable to hold back his curse:

"Pah! Just a minor branch manager acting all high and mighty like the damned head of Penglai! Even asking for kickbacks and delaying my goods! What a joke!"

He felt quite disgruntled by the refined man's behavior earlier, but only dared to mutter a quiet insult once the man had left entirely.

Soon after, he returned to the luxurious suite previously used to entertain Penglai Pharmaceutical personnel, calling over several subordinates and women to engage in a drinking, singing, and dancing spree, wiping away the irritation from his act earlier.

About half an hour later, another of his subordinates suddenly entered and began to report:

"Boss! I received a reliable tip that the Iron Wolf Gang is planning to move against us!"

"Iron Wolf Gang? Who's that?"

Having had a bit too much to drink, Hong Jiu's slicked-back face showed some confusion upon hearing the report, as he momentarily couldn't recall which gang the Iron Wolf Gang was.

"Boss, the Iron Wolf Gang is Hu Dalian's group from the slums! The gang we previously fought off when they tried to take our turf!"

The Black Fist Gang subordinate had to raise his voice to be heard over the loud singing.

"Oh… I remember now… that group of broke punks with not even a decent gun? Did they go mad? Looking to get themselves killed by me?"

The somewhat intoxicated Black Fist Gang leader displayed a disdainful expression. In his memory, Iron Wolf Gang was just a bunch of annoying poor folk, unworthy of his efforts or worrying about their shabby turf.

"It's them! Boss! They're audacious enough to target us, what do you want to do about it? Should we let Hualiu handle them or do you want to lead the charge yourself?"

This subordinate's eyes gleamed with excitement, clearly dismissive of the slum gang.

"Have Zhang Hualiu make the first move… never mind, Mr. Zhang is too crude. This time, these paupers coming to our doorstep actually do us a favor. I'll handle this personally!"

The Black Fist Gang leader Hong Jiu seemed to sober up slightly. He remembered the new task given by Penglai Pharmaceutical and was pondering how to get resources and deliver on time. Now, didn't the source fall right into place?

"Right, early tomorrow make sure someone goes to that place to pick up the goods. We might as well test the quality of this new batch."

He then thought of something else, his eyes lighting up.

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