Chapter 89: Chapter 82: Life-and-Death Struggle (Part 3)

After this terrifying disaster, the survival of the Jinyuan Group is in question.

The only person he currently cares about in this building is “Mr. Shao,” as this person is related to his real-life city and implicated in the case.

Facing the thanks of Ding Le and others, Yang Chen stood up smugly.

The Jinyuan Group’s telefraud has a clear hierarchy, strictly managed in a militarized way, from top to bottom: Manager, Supervisor, Head, Team Leader, and Team Member.

The Supervisor is responsible for managing all employees’ discipline and corporal punishment, officially on the same level as the Head.

Any requests from team members must be approved by the Head, from big things like going out to small things like making phone calls or using the bathroom, so a Head has a bit of power in the group.

Yang Chen needs Gu Ji to lead them out, and Gu Ji needs to extract intelligence about “Mr. Shao” from the other party and use the other party’s “authority” to strengthen his command.

Both parties “just clicked together.”

After a simple rest, he led everyone to find a fracture in the roof that could lead to the upper floors.

Upon reaching the fifth floor, Gu Ji returned to the stairwell.

Looking at the extremely dangerous stairs, Yang Chen dared not walk, and the reason they didn’t leave the fourth floor was the fear of falling.

But after Gu Ji and others demonstrated, he had to muster his courage and follow.

The last fat employee, perhaps out of fear and eagerness, stepped forward simultaneously with the person in front of him on a section of the staircase heading up.

Crack, the concrete slab suddenly couldn’t withstand the pressure and broke with a sound.

“Get back!”

Gu Ji hastily warned, but it was too late.

The fat employee, panicked, stumbled a few steps and suddenly slipped and fell, disappearing into the darkness with a loud “thud.”

Everyone’s head buzzed, each standing in place like they were pricked by a sharp needle, startling themselves.

“Stop staring, it’s not safe here, let’s go!”

Gu Ji’s words scared everyone into not daring to linger.

Death is the most severe warning.

After experiencing the previous scene, this time they didn’t need a reminder, and everyone proceeded layer by layer as if walking on thin ice.

But upon reaching the eighth floor, the stairs leading to the ninth floor were broken again.

Seeing that they were two floors away from completing their task, Gu Ji had to turn into the eighth floor to find a new passage.

According to Yang Chen, the sixth floor is the Supervisor’s rest area, and the seventh to ninth floors are for internet gambling.

But the office hall had long been a mess, with numerous tables, chairs, and computers scattered everywhere, and floor-to-ceiling windows shattered by dirt. Yet the lighting on the eighth floor was somewhat brighter than the fourth floor.

“Is anyone here? Is there anyone on this floor?”

Yang Chen shouted as soon as he came up.

With the Supervisor’s protection, Ding Le and Wang Jinkang were no longer as timid as before and swaggered along behind him.

Gu Ji frowned slightly, feeling there was a familiar scent in the air besides the smell of blood and dirt.

Just when everyone presumed there was no one on the eighth floor.

Suddenly, a strong light flashed over, prompting Gu Ji to instinctively hide behind a nearby load-bearing pillar.

The next second, eighteen or nineteen men in black emerged from the darkness, armed with Type 56 submachine guns and Myanmar-made MA-1MK.1 automatic rifles, followed by twenty or thirty burly men carrying Type 54 handguns, machetes, and steel pipes, each wearing a strange grin, slightly different from Hui before.

Among them, there was Dahai, who had previously hit him with a gun!

It was the Supervisors and desperadoes!

Gu Ji’s eyelid twitched—how did so many people suddenly appear?

In previous searches of the building, it was exceptional to find ten survivors per floor, with only seven or eight being lightly injured.

But there were at least over fifty people in front of him.

Unless…

They had voluntarily gathered!

In this isolated underground building, a group of armed desperadoes gathering together—Gu Ji could imagine what would happen with just a thought. He began to retreat slowly, his eyes searching for an escape route.

Yang Chen, with his flashlight aimed at him, smiled and greeted.

“Mr. Qi, why are you here?”

“Isn’t this Mr. Yang? You made it here too?”

The towering figure leading the pack, in a black uniform and holding a black MA-1 rifle, stepped out. His skin was sallow, he had no eyebrows, resembling a preserved egg, and when he grinned, a mouthful of yellow teeth was revealed. His Xia Kingdom wasn’t fluent, resembling someone from Northern Myanmar.

Looking at the dark barrel of the gun in the other’s hands, Yang Chen was also flustered, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his hand.

“I just found out that the building was buried underground. Isn’t it… for survival… Have you seen Mr. Liu?”

“The Mr. Liu in charge of telefraud?”

Mr. Qi playfully scratched his chin with the gun’s butt, pretending to think, “Ah, Mr. Liu said he’s from the Bai Family. It seems I accidentally killed him…”

“Kill… killed?”

Yang Chen’s face suddenly changed dramatically, and the rest were terrified out of their wits.

“Hehehe… Damned, Jinyuan doesn’t belong to the Bai Family anymore.”

At the side, Dahai laughed and raised his handgun. Bang, the gunshot rang out, and the bullet pierced through Yang Chen’s chest, “Kill them all for me!”

Ratatatatatat…

Ratatata!

Bang!

At the command, a dozen desperadoes and Supervisors simultaneously opened fire, with gunfire blazing in the dark underground building. The flashes of flame were exceptionally dazzling, accompanied by sprays of crimson blood, as the leading Yang Chen and Wang Jinkang were killed on the spot.

“Damn it, conserve your bullets!”

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