Johnny shoved the Pistol muzzle hard, and Kim Byung-ok grunted in pain.
"Now," Johnny's voice was devoid of emotion, as if the previous flash of conflict had never happened, "Can you get to work?"
Cold sweat seeped from Kim Byung-ok's forehead. He looked at Johnny's emotionless eyes and finally understood that this man was on a completely different level from them.
This wasn't the ruthlessness of a street brawl, but the professional coldness of someone systematically trained to kill as easily as cutting grass.
He swallowed with difficulty and slowly released his grip on the broken wine bottle.
Clang!
The glass bottle dropped onto the carpet with a dull thud.
"...Yes."
Kim Byung-ok squeezed out a single word through gritted teeth.
Only then did Johnny slowly lower the Pistol muzzle, stepping back. The glock 34 was smoothly reholstered at his waist, his movements fluid as if practiced countless times.
He didn't even glance at the three men groaning in pain on the floor, simply raising his chin at Kim Byung-ok.
"Clean up. See you in the car outside in five minutes."
With that, he turned and walked straight out of the office, as if he had just done a trivial thing.
The Yanbian F4 watched his retreating figure, their eyes filled only with shock, lingering fear, and a hint of imperceptible awe.
Absolute professional strength commanded absolute obedience.
Some people just need to be utterly subdued once to truly respect you, especially in the world of assassins and gangs, this point is infinitely magnified.
For example, the seemingly unruly Yanbian F4, after being dealt with by Johnny, became incredibly respectful and obedient to him. Yet, towards others, they remained defiant, arrogant, and looked down on everyone.
However, Johnny didn't care about this; all he needed was a tool.
And so, the four men followed Johnny out of the gang's clubhouse and headed to the Go club.
Indeed, the address written on the paper Ding Qing gave Johnny was the Go club. When the car arrived in front of the club, Johnny also showed an expression of 'as expected'. Clearly, Ding Qing already knew that the woman was not simple.
As for how he found out, Johnny didn't care. After getting out of the car, he instructed the four men to split into two teams, two blocking the front door and two blocking the back door, to prevent the target from escaping.
Then, Johnny slowly walked in himself. There weren't many people inside the Go club at this time, and Johnny simply searched room by room.
But this unusual behavior quickly caught the attention of the Go club staff, who promptly reported the situation to their superior.
Soon, a manager of the Go club came over and stopped Johnny. He was about to speak, but his mouth immediately closed.
Because he saw Johnny pull out a Pistol with a silencer, pointing it directly at his head. Even if he had a thousand words, at this moment he could only stop abruptly and remain silent.
Following that, Johnny continued to walk forward, and the Go club manager obediently followed beside Johnny, accompanying him as he went through each room. Whenever Johnny opened a door and confirmed his target, he would apologize to the guests inside.
When they reached room B32, the Go club manager initially wanted to stop them, but in the end, he forcefully restrained his feet and hands.
Johnny pulled open the door, and indeed, a dignified and elegant woman was sitting inside, arranging a chessboard. Hearing the door open, she also looked up towards the entrance.
She first saw Johnny, then the Go club manager following behind him. Her brow furrowed slightly, a little confused. "Has something happened?"
The question was actually directed at the Go club manager, but Johnny walked straight inside, casually sitting on the sofa, just looking at the woman opposite him.
It was at this moment that the woman saw the Pistol in Johnny's hand, and her pupils immediately contracted.
"Sir, is there something I can help you with?"
Even in this situation, she tried her best to control her emotions.
"'Remaining composed when a mountain collapses before you' must be describing you. Seeing me walk in with a Pistol, you didn't scream or panic like any ordinary person."
Johnny looked at her, smiling as he spoke, "Aside from someone who's professionally trained, I can't imagine anyone else being able to act like this, can you, Teacher Xinyu?"
Johnny's words were like needles, pricking Xinyu one by one.
Upon hearing Johnny's words, the gentle, teacher-like aura on Xinyu's face receded like a tide. Although she still maintained her composure, a fleeting hint of panic flashed deep in her eyes, quickly replaced by icy vigilance.
Her fingers unconsciously tightened, clutching a white Go stone.
"Sir, I don't understand what you're saying."
Her voice was still steady, but her pace was slightly faster, carrying a dignified air of being offended, "I'm just a Go teacher. You've trespassed into my private space with a weapon; this is illegal. Please leave immediately, or I'll call security."
She attempted to deter the other party with laws and conventional order, a preliminary coping strategy instinctively adopted by trained individuals.
Johnny smiled, a cold, humorless smile that held only mocking insight.
"Call security? Or call your superior, like Chief Jiang Chenghao?" He subtly shifted the Pistol muzzle, gesturing to the terrified Go club manager beside him, "Or do you think he can help you?"
The manager's face was pale, and he shook his head repeatedly, wishing he could shrink into the wall.
Xinyu's heart sank. The other party not only knew her codename but had also directly named Chief Jiang.
This meant her exposure was far greater than she had imagined.
Her mind raced, trying to devise an escape plan.
"You must have the wrong person."
She insisted, a perfectly timed expression of grievance and confusion on her face, her acting truly first-rate. "I don't know any Chief Jiang. If you're here because of some trouble, I think we can sit down and talk properly, maybe it's a misu—"
"Misunderstanding?" Johnny interrupted her, a hint of impatience in his tone. He leaned forward slightly, the Pistol muzzle still steadily pointed at her. "You're too eager. After taking down Lee Joong-ku, you couldn't wait to see if the blade beside Ding Qing was still sharp, or... did you want to break this blade as well? Chief Jiang's reach is too long."
Xinyu's breathing hitched slightly.
Johnny's words almost revealed part of their plan.
She realized that denial and feigning ignorance were now meaningless; the other party had a very high degree of certainty.
She took a deep breath, her expression finally turning completely cold. The gentle mask of a teacher vanished, replaced by the calm and sharpness of an intelligence operative.
"Even if you know something, so what? If you touch me here, have you considered the consequences? The police won't let you go, and Ding Qing won't be able to protect you."
She tried to shift the angle, using consequences to apply pressure.
"Consequences?" Johnny sounded as if he'd heard a joke. "Who am I? A ghost who works for money. Who is Ding Qing? A businessman about to take control of Goldmoon Group. And you? A pawn who will die without even knowing what name to be buried under. Do you think we're afraid of consequences?"
His words were cruel and direct, tearing apart all pretenses.
Xinyu's face finally turned pale. The other party simply didn't care about her identity, nor did he care about the police's subsequent investigation.
This kind of desperate logic was precisely what an undercover agent like her feared most.
"What exactly do you want?"
She asked, her voice dry, her hands trembling slightly, the Go stone almost crushed in her grip.
This was a signal for negotiation, an attempt to find a glimmer of hope.
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