Fatal Strike: Mercenary Road of Gunfire Ranger
Chapter 65 Debt Collection

Chapter 65: Chapter 65 Debt Collection

Three days later...

Mountain Eagle stood in front of a mirror in the hospital room, buttoning up the last button on his shirt. Then, with the help of a voluptuous female nurse, he donned a blue suit.

Due to his rib injury, Mountain Eagle still couldn’t fully raise his arms...

With the nurse’s help in adjusting his suit, Mountain Eagle touched the bald head he had shaved himself and looked at the crusted, tiny scars on his right cheek. He moved his neck slightly and turned to Taigore who had been waiting for him and asked, "How do I look now?"

Taigore sized up Mountain Eagle...

Almost 190 centimeters tall, with a sturdy physique and particularly prominent muscle definition. The act of shaving his head made his already sharp facial features even more prominent, exuding a very tough demeanor, which not even a suit could hide—the aggressiveness of his presence was unmistakable.

Thailand is a place where people generally don’t speak very loudly. The aggression displayed during a gunfight seems somewhat justified, but when Mountain Eagle put on a suit, the aggressive and oppressive air about him was, ironically, amplified by the ’civilized uniform of business.’

Taigore couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up, smiling and saying, "Great. There aren’t many people in Thailand who would work to become as muscular as you, right?

I’ve rarely seen someone with your level of physique even in the military."

Having heard this, Mountain Eagle glanced at himself in the mirror...

He really didn’t consider himself particularly strong; his muscle mass was still several levels below those big guys in the gym.

And he hadn’t intentionally bulked up, as that wouldn’t necessarily add much strength but would obviously slow him down.

He was just ’just right’—not looking thin when dressed, and definitely more muscular when undressed!

Being complimented on his physique by another man made Mountain Eagle uncomfortable, but then he thought about Thailand—a place where even the manner of speaking could dampen male hormones—and with a laugh, he shook his head and said, "Let’s go..."

Taigore stood up from the sofa, looking at Mountain Eagle who still walked with some difficulty, said helplessly, "You could actually wait a few more days. There’s no need to rush finding Sang Kun."

Mountain Eagle decisively shook his head and said, "No, I’m an impatient person..."

With that, he looked at Taigore, whose response seemed noncommittal, and said, "The police have known about Sang Kun’s existence for a long time, but have never been able to deal with him.

This time, he has exposed a flaw through Basong. If we don’t act quickly, he will find a way to cover it up.

Moreover, opportunities to threaten a major Thai Underworld figure aren’t common. I would really like to try..."

Taigore nodded and said, "Then let’s go. My people started acting yesterday, and I believe Sang Kun is already feeling the pressure now..."

.........

Inside a building in the Siam District, the white-haired Sang Kun swung his cane, shattering the glass of the liquor cabinet, and angrily yelled at Martin, who was sitting on the sofa, "What do we do now?

The Bangkok police are cleaning up the gangs, and several gang leaders have called me— their losses are severe.

And your men, do you know who the woman they tangled with yesterday in the Kongdi District is?"

With that, Sang Kun, looking at Martin’s indifferent face, roared, "She is the daughter of Mondo, the Deputy Director of the Royal Thai Police. The police are determined to clean up all the gangs in Bangkok...

The Crime Investigation Bureau is onto me. My money laundering channels have suffered an unprecedented blow. They arrested over 200 mules who were exchanging currency for me just yesterday...

Do you realize how much loss that will cause?"

Martin looked coldly at the furious Sang Kun and said solemnly, "Last night I lost 25 of my best men assigned by my boss. Our loss is substantial too.

You should know they were cleaning up your mess, and I could have strictly followed the contract...

"Because none of you can be sure if that Basong really is the person we’re looking for..."

Sang Kun seemed to have heard something particularly amusing, and he yelled loudly, "FUCK YOU, Martin, is this your first day out in the world?

Now that the gangs in Bangkok have suffered huge losses, you step forward to say Basong is not your target—do you think you can even leave Bangkok?

If I don’t handle this matter well, then I’m done for..."

Martin said with a stern face, "The contents of the contract will not be executed based on ’who has the greater loss gets to call the shots’. You are a senior in the industry, you know this better than I do..."

Just as Sang Kun was about to explode in cursing, his office door was pushed open, and a middle-aged female employee hurried over to him with quick, delicate steps, and whispered, "Boss, someone is looking for you outside..."

Sang Kun was stunned for a moment, then swept a valuable crystal ashtray off the table...

With a "smack", the crystal ashtray shattered against the cabinet and broke into pieces on the floor.

"Can’t you see I’m busy right now?"

When the middle-aged woman got scared and retreated continuously, Mountain Eagle appeared at the office door with a smile on his face and knocked on the door...

"Hello, Mr. Sang Kun..."

Though Mountain Eagle still had a bandage on his neck and his face was covered with fine scars, he appeared harmless with his smile, but the aura he carried was too imposing...

Especially with the four soldiers following him wearing tactical vests and holding AR-15 automatic rifles, and a bunch of police putting handcuffs on several illegally armed bodyguards...

Mountain Eagle seemed particularly persuasive at this moment!

Sang Kun was stunned for a second, his eyes fixed on Mountain Eagle who had brazenly burst into his company, and he said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Mountain Eagle looked back at Gru and his three companions with guns, gave Gru a pat on the arm, whispered a few words, then walked into the office with his hands spread...

Sang Kun watched as Gru and his four guarded each side of the door, while his own bodyguards only dared to stand at a distance without coming any closer...

"Who are you exactly?"

Mountain Eagle glanced at Martin who was sitting calmly on the sofa; he walked to the front of the desk with a smile and sat down on the edge of the office desk...

After sizing up the environment of Sang Kun’s office, Mountain Eagle reached out to touch a longevity peach-shaped gold ornament on the desk, then casually picked it up, weighed it in his hand, and naturally slipped it into his pocket...

Sang Kun was an old gun who had been in the Underworld for many years; Mountain Eagle’s blatant display actually caused his fury to quickly dissipate a lot.

Watching Mountain Eagle open the cigar box, take out a few expensive Cuban cigars and throw them to Gru at the door, then pick one up and sniff it near his nose...

"Who the hell are you?"

It seemed only then did Mountain Eagle realize, he patted his forehead, took out several photos from the inner pocket of his suit and threw them on the desk...

"Hello Mr. Sang Kun, I’m here for the 5 million US Dollar bounty...

These are photos of Basong’s corpse, if you must have the body, I can also arrange to have it sent over."

As he spoke, Mountain Eagle looked at the ashen-faced Sang Kun, and said with a smile, "Mr. Sang Kun, I believe you are a credible middleman, because all the gangs of Bangkok can vouch for you!

Your two hundred-plus subordinates responsible for currency exchange also told me this, they all said you’re always quick to pay up."

After finishing his words, Mountain Eagle picked up the lighter on the table, and as he was about to light the cigar, he touched his neck, then shook his head, putting the cigar back into his suit pocket...

"Mr. Sang Kun, I’m in a bit of a hurry..."

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