I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 395 - 393: Gang Issues

Chapter 395: Chapter 393: Gang Issues

Night had fallen.

A dozen muscle cars and SUVs drove out of the city, Wei Tianyang sat by the window, drinking coffee, watching them depart.

He put down the book he had been reading for a long time. Only 20 pages remained of the thick book, nearing the end of the story, he somewhat reluctantly sped through, inserted a bookmark, and paced back and forth in the room.

He had developed a habit—if he was nearing the end of a book, he would set it aside for a while, pick up a new book to read the beginning, and then go back to finish the ending.

This gave him a sense of continuity, because each book he finished left him deeply melancholic. By doing this, he could smoothly transition into the next story, even convincing himself that the previous story was far from over.

Nearly an hour later, Rada Gan’s convoy arrived at the private estate of the tax officer. Hundreds armed with automatic rifles surrounded the estate. He straightened his suit and walked to the estate’s main gate, peering through the iron gate, he could see the window of the tax officer’s study on the third floor.

"Come out and talk!" Rada Gan opened his arms, calling into the estate.

Just then, a group of black-clothed bodyguards burst through the iron gate, holding ICR rifles, all aimed at Rada Gan.

Gang members also emerged from the shadows, confronting the bodyguards.

"Come out, you coward, fulfill your promise. That’s all I ask," Rada Gan said.

The voice of the tax officer came from the study, sounding sharp and faint, "Don’t think I don’t know!! Rada Gan! You fund the anti-government forces!"

Rada Gan laughed, then continued, "Oh come on, you’ve received plenty of kickbacks too! The President’s compensation isn’t half what I’ve given you."

"I don’t need you anymore! Rada Gan! Take your men and get out!" the tax officer said.

"Without me, old Felda will be in chaos," Rada Gan stated.

"Don’t think Eltoya is lawless! We’re nothing like the other Heiside states! At least in Felda, we still have laws!" the tax officer shouted, pushing open the window of the study.

"That’s your law, not mine. I just want to legally operate a hotel there," Rada Gan said.

"No! I know what you want! I’ve checked your records! You’re a religious fanatic!!" the tax officer accused.

"Oh? You know all about my dealings in Azaha?" Rada Gan said with a chuckle.

"You’re not welcome here!! Rada Gan! You can’t turn this place into another Azaha!!" the tax officer yelled, waving his fist.

"You took my money, it’s only natural you work for me, I thought we’d settled this," Rada Gan argued.

"Just a lesson then! You think you can buy everyone’s loyalty with gold bars? That’s a big erro—"

Before the tax officer could finish, a bullet shattered the study window glass.

He screamed, retreating into the room.

The next second, bullets rained down, the bodyguards had barely fired a few shots before being turned into sieves, hundreds of gang members attacked the estate from four directions, storming in.

Rada Gan slowly advanced towards the estate gate, gunfire ringing by his ears. Gang members stormed through the doors, a series of maids’ screams followed by muted gunshots filled the air, then, all went quiet.

He pushed the door open, saw a maid lying across the path screaming and crying. A gang member ran up from behind Rada Gan, dragged the maid into a room to the left, followed by the sound of gunshots, and a splatter of fresh blood by the door.

Rada Gan continued inside, male and female servants frantically rolling down the stairs, then being shot dead by six gang members who dragged the bodies aside to clear a path for Rada Gan.

He stepped up the stairs, crossed over a pool of blood, and saw a bodyguard rush out from the porch. The bodyguard had just raised his gun when his head took a hit, the right half of his skull shattering into red pulp, toppling to the ground with a thud.

Gang members not only murdered but also splashed the gasoline they brought onto the walls and bodies.

They did what needed to be done and bowed to Rada Gan.

Rada Gan arrived at the doorway of the study. At that moment, he waved to a gang member near the stairwell, who quickly ran over.

"Go in," Rada Gan commanded.

Without thinking, the gang member kicked open the door, only to hear a loud bang as his body was turned into mush by a double-barreled shotgun, flying back and hitting the wall.

He chuckled and walked through the doorway, seeing a tax officer frantically loading his gun.

Rada Gan stepped forward, grabbed the tax officer’s left arm, and instantly, from the fingertips, his arm slowly turned golden yellow, with stiffened joints. It hung limply over the desk, making a thud.

"Ah! My hand!" the tax officer screamed.

But Rada Gan did not continue. He let him go, smiling, "Shall we restart the negotiation?"

The tax officer didn’t speak, slumped into his chair, the shotgun falling to his feet. Two red shotgun shells hadn’t been loaded yet and fell onto the carpet as well.

"I hope you fulfill your promises, just as we previously agreed. I want that piece of land to build a hotel on, and I want the legitimate right to operate it, nothing more," Rada Gan said.

As he spoke, a burnt smell wafted into the room.

The tax officer looked out of the window, only to see smoke starting to rise from a wing of his estate.

"You’re burning my house! You lunatic! You’ve killed so many people and still want to negotiate with me!" the tax officer shouted.

"The gold I’ve given you is enough to rebuild several estates like this. As for the servants, they’re even cheaper," Rada Gan said.

"You’re a madman, Rada Gan, who would give themselves such a name!" said the tax officer.

"I know what you’re thinking. You can check my past, just as I can check yours; neither of us are saints. How long have you been taking the Sethiyan Federation’s dirty money in secret? You send ships full of slaves to United Pharmaceuticals to become Medicine People, you really think you’ve covered your tracks?" Rada Gan laughed.

The tax officer, taken aback, responded, "That’s none of your business!"

"I’m not judging you. What I’m telling you is, this hotel might just be your lifesaver. The things you’ve done will eventually be dealt with, but I promise you, if you stay in my hotel in the future, no one on this planet will be able to touch you," Rada Gan said.

"Why should I believe you... you, an Azaha..." the tax officer hadn’t finished when Rada Gan interrupted him.

"There’s only one chance," he laughed.

The tax officer’s heart was tormented as he looked at his arm transformed into gold, the room growing hotter, flames flickering in the corridor.

After a moment’s thought, he gritted his teeth and extended his golden hand toward Rada Gan.

"This is your promise... on the day of reckoning, your hotel must save my life!" he said.

Rada Gan burst into laughter, grasping the golden hand.

"Deal."

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