Solving Middle Age Crisis by Intelligence System

Puxin District, at Lao Wai's home.

Brother Xiong sat grandly on the leather sofa, two of his henchmen standing by his sides.

He stretched out his legs, his shoes propped on the edge of the coffee table, flicking his cigarette, ash falling directly onto the carpet.

After catching his breath, Lao Wai stood up supporting his waist, the dull pain from hitting his back on the shoe cabinet still spreading. He looked expressionlessly at Brother Xiong: "What do you want."

Brother Xiong blew out a smoke ring, patting the empty space beside him: "Earlier at the restaurant, you said your name was Lao Wai, I didn't get that wrong, right."

Lao Wai was silent and didn't say a word, his eyes fixed firmly on him.

"I have no beef with you." Brother Xiong adjusted his sitting posture, continued nonchalantly, "but your friend Qi Yun, he's a bit ignorant."

"Why don't you give him a call, try persuading him."

Lao Wai squinted his eyes, his Adam's apple moved as he refrained from replying.

"What? Not giving face?" Brother Xiong chuckled lightly, his gaze drifting towards the bedroom, the implication clear.

Lao Wai clenched his molars, remained silent for a couple of seconds, and finally spoke: "Your business has nothing to do with me, I've just met him."

"Whether it has anything to do with you isn't for you to decide." Brother Xiong's tone turned sinister, patting the sofa armrest, "I've found you, now this matter is related to you."

The atmosphere in the living room instantly froze, Lao Wai glanced at the tightly shut bedroom door, took a deep breath: "Fine, I'll take you to the hotel to find him."

Forced into it, he could only temporarily agree, at least to leave the house and not involve his wife.

"No need to find him." Brother Xiong said, nodding towards the henchman beside him, "Just call him."

The henchman stepped forward in front of Lao Wai, handing over his phone.

Lao Wai stared at the phone, fists clenched, not taking it immediately.

Brother Xiong wasn't in a hurry, leisurely took another drag of his cigarette: "I've got all the time in the world, if you don't want to make this call, I won't force you, I'll just stay at your place tonight."

Saying that, he indeed kicked off his shoes, a rotten fish smell spreading in the living room.

"A bit thirsty."

The henchman understood, went straight to the corner refrigerator, pulled out two bottles of chilled beer, opened one and handed it to Brother Xiong, behaving as if he were at home, showing no sign of criminal urgency.

Seeing their stance, Lao Wai knew he had no choice but to make the call, so he reluctantly took the phone and dialed Qi Yun's number.

In the hotel room, Qi Yun was chatting with Shi Feng, when the phone on the table suddenly lit up, displaying Lao Wai's name.

Shi Feng glanced at the screen, looked a bit puzzled: "What's this guy calling for so late, Something for us to do?"

Qi Yun shook his head with a smile, picked up the phone and answered: "What's up, Brother Wai."

There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, within the static the sound of suppressed breathing, Lao Wai's voice croaked out: "Qi... Brother Xiong is at my place."

"Sorry, my wife is here too."

Hearing this, Qi Yun's smile instantly vanished, he squeezed his phone tightly, face darkened extremely.

Though Lao Wai's words were brief, combined with tonight's events, he could roughly guess the reason.

Next to him, Shi Feng noticed his concerned expression, furrowed his brow and asked: "What's wrong, something happened?"

Qi Yun looked up at him, responded into the phone: "No problem, give him the phone."

A few seconds later, Brother Xiong's cold laugh came through the earpiece: "Hahaha, have you changed your mind now?"

"You come to the hotel to get the stuff, leave them out of it." Without unnecessary words, Qi Yun got straight to the point.

"That's better." Brother Xiong's attitude now was completely different from earlier at the hotel, transformed from humble to arrogant, full of mockery in his words, "I'll give you a chance, how much do you want now?"

Qi Yun's eyes flashed coldly, his voice icy: "I want no money, I'm giving you the stuff!"

Chen Wei on the couch silently glanced at Qi Yun, it was his first time seeing him react this way.

"Hahaha." Brother Xiong laughed coldly again, understanding the implication, "Looks like you're looking for a showdown."

"Fine, I'll wait for you, someone will come and pick it up from you."

Qi Yun said nothing more, hung up the call with a dark face.

Shi Feng, already restless, immediately grabbed his arm: "What's going on?"

"That Brother Xiong went to Lao Wai's place." Qi Yun responded through clenched teeth, "Threatened him with his wife to call me."

Shi Feng's face also turned ugly upon hearing this, palm slapped the table: "This bastard! Really does things outrageously!"

"Let me make a call first." Qi Yun stood up, walked to the window and dialed a number.

The phone rang a few times and was quickly answered, Duan Pingyu's voice came through: "Hello, Boss, I haven't arrived yet, probably by tomorrow."

"Not about that, contact those brothers working abroad with you, get five people to Shanghai, fifty each, they must arrive by tomorrow night." Qi Yun quickly instructed.

"Something happened? Should I come over?" Duan Pingyu asked.

Qi Yun shook his head: "No need, continue your work, just get the people here."

"Alright, I understand, I'll contact them now."

"Okay, that's it."

After ending the call, Qi Yun quickly dialed another number.

This time it took a while, half a moment before the call connected.

"Hey, not sleeping so late?"