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Xu Li smiled nonchalantly as he gestured for Makarov to light a cigarette. "Why don't you tell me where your hideout is, and while you're at it, share what you know about Sergei? If I'm satisfied, I might let two of you go. But if you lie to me..."
He shrugged and fell silent. Makarov, wincing from the pain in his arms and legs, stared at Xu Li in surprise, the cigarette dangling from his mouth. "Sergei Zakharov?"
"Yes," Xu Li exhaled a puff of smoke. "I was originally looking for Sergei, but I didn't expect you, a dealer, to be working with him. With dozens of guns in your possession, I have to deal with you first."
Makarov remained silent as Xu Li continued, "But you're no saint either. How many people have suffered because of what you sell? You've made your fortune off the blood and flesh of victims, feeding your son until he's fat and pampering your daughter like a princess. Your wife looks like a noblewoman."
"I'll tell you everything, but can you guarantee my family's safety?" Makarov asked, eyeing Xu Li with a forced smile.
"You've shown your face now; it's clear you don't intend to leave anyone alive. Does it even matter if I talk?" he added.
"Of course it matters," Xu Li flicked the ash from his cigarette. "You're a drug dealer; I'm a law-abiding citizen. If this gets out, I'll be seen as a hero. Killing your family wouldn't affect me at all."
That much was true. Makarov fell silent for a moment before speaking again. "I've made quite a bit of money over the years. I'll give you the names of everyone involved in my dealings with Sergei—those influential figures—and you have to promise to leave half for my family; the rest is yours."
"I find your money filthy," Xu Li replied after glancing at the others.
"I'll donate your money to welfare organizations; whatever comes in will go back to society. I make billions a year with my sons; why would I care about your dirty cash?"
In the end, Makarov complied with Xu Li's demands and transferred the money into a special account. After providing a long list of names and confirming their accuracy, Alexei put away his phone and nodded at Xu Li. "It's done."
Xu Li waved his hand dismissively. After several gunshots rang out, the bodies were taken away for disposal. "You want to leave a path for your family? What about those victims whose lives you've ruined? Who will they turn to for justice?"
A man approached holding a tablet. "We've pinpointed the village leader's location."
He handed the tablet to Xu Li and pointed at two red dots on the screen—one was in the western suburban villa area where three houses were connected; the other was southeast at a garment factory on the outskirts of the city.
The factory's employees were all held captive as laborers and blood donors while also helping Makarov keep an eye on his goods—a perfect arrangement for him. Sergei was indeed skilled at making money but had taken a wrong turn.
"Three of us will go to that factory and keep an eye on the goods inside; everyone else comes with me to the suburban villa. The sooner we wrap this up, the sooner we can head home—New Year's is coming."
Xu Li donned a mask as the men gathered their gear and checked their equipment before getting into their vehicles and leaving.
"Uncle! Uncle! Please give me another piece of Lava! I'm hungry!" A dirty little girl with tearful eyes looked up at a man with a bushy beard, her small hands reaching for his pant leg but getting kicked away instead.
"Little brat! You should be grateful I haven't let you starve! You want more food? Do you even know how foul your waste smells?"
After glaring at her, he continued down the stairs where all the captives were boys, each ragged and huddled in their cages, their hollow eyes staring blankly at one another. They trembled slightly but chose silence wisely.
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