It wasn’t that the Prince felt that Kung Lao had cut the price too hard, but that apart from Kong Zhi, the people sent by the Kong family had been wiped out.
Never mind, in order to prevent Elder Kong from vomiting blood and dying, the Crown Prince was kind-hearted for a rare time.
“Okay, no problem, by the way if this batch of supplies, Elder Kong, you’d better check it personally.
If there is a single flaw, I’ll chop off one of your son’s hands, thanks!”
Pop! The words landed on the ground, and the phone hung up.
Kong Xiangtian, on the other hand, directly smashed the phone in his hand with one hand.
“D*mn it, when has my Kong family ever been humiliated like this.”
In a fit of rage, he overturned the desk in front of him, and this action instantly frightened the messenger on the other side of the room, causing him to tremble.
“How can you work in my Kong family with such little guts?” The butler dragged him down and buried him, so as not to be an eyesore.
The butler at the side knew that the master was angry and consciously did not try to persuade him, but only gestured towards his subordinates before leading the other party and leaving the place together with quick steps.
After saying that, the prince hung up the phone and then threw back his head and laughed.
“Hahahaha, I didn’t expect this kid to be worth so much.
If I wasn’t afraid of that old b*****d rejecting our terms in a fit of anger, I would really want to tell him the truth about the reunion.”
Beside him, Lin Mo smiled faintly, he already had a number in mind for such an outcome.
“A tiger’s poison will not eat his son, as long as Kong Zhi is in our hands, he will have to find a way to save him back.
Alright, since the Kong family has already agreed, then let someone prepare for the handover.”
By exchanging a waste for these important firepower, not only had they strengthened themselves, but they could also weaken the Kong family.
With this and the other, it was a good way to prepare for the future slaughter of the Kong family.
After this was done, Lin Mo contacted Chen Jin to ask him if he knew any sniper experts, preferably the kind who had retired from the Martial Union’s combat department.
After receiving Lin Mo’s call, Chen Jin immediately said that there was no problem. Having been in the Martial Alliance for so many years, he naturally understood how promising this rising star of Lin Mo’s would be in the future.
Since joining Lin Mo’s command, Chen Jin had felt that he had nothing to offer, and now his chance had finally come.
“A retired sniper?”
Chen Jin muttered with a delighted smile.
The fact that the Kong family had twice commissioned elites to kill Lin Mo had all failed to do so, and after time had festered, word had also spread thoroughly in Da Qu.
Some accused the Kong family of incompetence, two youngsters couldn’t even handle it.
Some were surprised by Lin Mo’s strength and began to investigate his background, but with the cooperation of the Kyoto Martial Alliance, the news side of Da Qu was directly blocked at the level of the Zhao family.
This also gave everyone the false impression that Lin Mo was a rising star that Zhao Nan Yue had secretly cultivated.
After all, if his identity as the Martial Alliance’s Zhen Yue Amba*sador were to be made public, he would face the possibility of being targeted by all the forces of Da Qu.
A few days later, Lin Mo was honing his Dokujiuxuan Needle at the medical school when the Crown Prince came over with a group of unfamiliar faces.
As soon as he entered, the Crown Prince spoke excitedly.
“Big brother, the snipers contacted by Captain Chen’s side are here!”
Before coming here, the Crown Prince was still discontented, it was just a few snipers, why did he need to ask for outside help?
It was only after Tong Jun, the leader of the team, had set up his gun and accurately shot a sparrow in the head five kilometres away that the Prince was convinced.
If Fei hadn’t stopped him, the Crown Prince would have almost knelt down to learn from his master.
“Lord Zhen Yue, the former head of the sniper team of the 64th division of the Martial Alliance, Tong Jun, has come to report for duty.”
As his words fell, the forty-nine companions behind him stopped their stance together, pounding their chests with one hand and carrying their backs with the other, their movements neat and crisp.
This was the professionalism of the Martial Alliance’s combat troops.