Chapter 114: What a Good Place for Fair Trade

Song Kai smiled faintly; he had no intention of involving Wu Hongying and Tang Ying in this matter.

Returning to the bedroom, Song Kai tidied his belongings. Besides the dagger and the steel probe, he carefully packed the pistol that belonged to the Jianglong gang.

He was genuinely grateful to Wu Hongying and Tang Ying.

Once everything was secured, Song Kai stepped out and called toward their bedroom, “You two should try not to come back for the time being. We don’t know much about the other side’s background, so be cautious. As for me, don’t worry.”

After speaking, Song Kai turned and descended the stairs, heading toward the Galaxy Building at the street corner to wait.

Soon enough, a Land Rover sped toward him.

Song Kai jumped into the vehicle, which roared off immediately.

Dan Lina was driving.

With her hair tied in a ponytail, Dan Lina glanced at Song Kai and said, “The Blood Night assassination group is incredibly cunning. They almost never show themselves. We have no clue what they look like. Capturing them would be a tremendous achievement.”

Song Kai chuckled softly. “That’s why, Dan Lina, I’m your lucky star. By the way, I need all the information you have on Blood Night— the more detailed, the better.”

“All right. Once we get back, I’ll send it to you,” Dan Lina replied. After circling twice to ensure no one was following, she drove straight to the International Criminal Police headquarters.

Inside the headquarters, some were training marksmanship, others practicing hand-to-hand combat, and a few simulating racing. These people led very fulfilling lives.

Upon seeing Song Kai, they all nodded in greeting. Clearly, the last success in capturing the Vulture Mercenary Group had earned him their respect.

However, Captain Okamoto Jirō had not come out. That man simply disliked Song Kai on sight. Fortunately, Song Kai felt the same about him.

“Come with me,” Dan Lina said, leading Song Kai into a room filled with computers.

Song Kai followed her inside.

Multiple audio and video feeds were being monitored on the screens.

“What are all these?” Song Kai exclaimed.

Dan Lina smiled. “I infiltrated your transportation system and tapped into these surveillance cameras. Additionally, we’ve installed audio collection devices at key locations. Whenever certain keywords like Dark Web, Ding Zhe, or Tian Yao are mentioned, the relevant audio is automatically recorded.”

“Wow, you’re incredible,” Song Kai said, giving her a thumbs-up.

Dan Lina tapped on the keyboard twice. “I’ve already sent the files to your phone. Take a look.”

Song Kai nodded and checked.

The information was quite comprehensive. Blood Night consisted of three members: one skilled in poison, another in sorcery, and the last specialized in disguise. They relied entirely on strategy rather than brute force, so their actual combat abilities had never been gauged.

Besides the basic details, there were three documented cases attributed to Blood Night.

One involved the assassination of an earl at the Buckingham Palace of the Ying Kingdom.

The earl had anticipated the attack and fortified his defenses severely. Yet, in the end, he died in his sleep from a nightmare.

No one knew how it had been done, but everyone understood it was Blood Night’s doing.

Song Kai flipped through the files thoughtfully, then said to Dan Lina, “These files tell us nothing about their true strength.”

“Huh?” Dan Lina looked at him in disbelief. “The more you can’t see the enemy, the stronger they usually are. Honestly, dealing with a few mercenaries trying to assassinate you is simpler: sniping, stabbing, car crashes, close-range shootings—straightforward. But Blood Night? I’m completely at a loss. Song Kai, what’s your take?”

Song Kai laughed and beckoned her closer. “Come here.”

“What’s up?” Dan Lina moved toward him.

Song Kai whispered, “It’s simple: sit and wait, appear weak, lull them into complacency, then strike and annihilate them in one fell swoop.”

“Wow!” Dan Lina gaped at him.

Song Kai grinned. “How’s that for a plan?”

Dan Lina shook her head, amused. “No, I mean you’re amazing. You always speak in these four-character phrases that sound profound, but I don’t understand a word of it. Truly impressive.”

“Damn…” Song Kai was speechless.

Frustrated, he tried again. “Here’s the deal: we have more intel now. They didn’t expect that last night I interrogated Yang Tianxiao and learned Blood Night was coming. At the same time, Blood Night doesn’t know my hand. They think I’m just a dying rich kid. All these factors will make them believe I’m an easy target. We just need to wait here, show weakness, and they’ll take the bait.”

Dan Lina nodded. “Okay, now I get it all.”

Song Kai sighed. “Dan Lina, I’ll teach you idioms from now on if you teach me hacking skills. Deal?”

Dan Lina pondered. “Alright, but I think idioms are way harder than hacking.”

“...” Song Kai was speechless for a moment, then patted her shoulder. “No worries, I’m okay with taking the loss. It’s settled then.”

“Good.”

After discussing the details, Dan Lina went to make arrangements.

Song Kai left her office and looked down at the police officers and some Chinese military personnel training below.

He walked down to where a few were sparring.

Song Kai glanced briefly but lost interest—their combat skills seemed too basic.

He then headed toward a simulated computer game station. The game was akin to Need for Speed but specially designed, with every detail rendered more realistically.

A Chinese soldier sat before the screen, skillfully maneuvering a car along a rugged mountain road.

The vehicle raced swiftly, the scene thrilling.

Song Kai swallowed hard; this place was excellent.

Once he wrapped up his affairs, he would come here to train.

He sat beside the soldier, watching him drive.

The soldier’s left hand gripped the steering wheel, while his right constantly shifted gears, braked, and drifted.

At the final ninety-degree turn, he violently whipped the steering wheel; the screen spun twice, yet the car cleared the curve without incident.

“Holy crap, that’s amazing!” Song Kai applauded.

Liu Yue glanced at Song Kai. “Want to give it a try?”

“Sure.”

Song Kai immediately took the controls, but the difficulty was much greater than he expected. He couldn’t gain speed, and even at slow paces, he would fall off the cliff.

“Damn, driving god, how did you do that? Teach me, please,” Song Kai shamelessly begged.

Liu Yue thought for a moment. “I heard you defeated that Okamoto guy.”

“Which Okamoto?” Song Kai asked curiously.

“That arrogant captain, Okamoto Jirō,” Liu Yue said.

“Oh,” Song Kai smiled. “That’s nothing. His little karate skills are actually derived from our Chinese martial arts. Not hard at all.”

Liu Yue’s eyes lit up. “Teach me some fighting moves, and I’ll teach you driving. Fair?”

“Fair!” Song Kai grinned. “Absolutely fair. I’m Song Kai.”

“I’m Liu Yue, nicknamed the Driving God. I used to be a dedicated driver in the Tibet unit,” Liu Yue said. “Also, I’m the team leader of this twenty-man squad. We’re here on a secret mission with Interpol.”

“Nice to meet you,” Song Kai said warmly.

He liked Liu Yue instantly. “Let’s do it—I'll teach you a few moves, then you teach me.”

Liu Yue patted Song Kai’s shoulder. “Deal.”

Song Kai’s true strength was at the peak of the Muscle and Bone Realm but hadn’t yet reached the Mobility Realm. Against a true martial arts master, he was no match.

However, in understanding martial arts, few grandmasters could rival him.

The reason was simple: the Yuan Dynasty was the pinnacle of Chinese martial arts. It inherited the vast heritage of Song Dynasty Han martial arts and combined it with Mongolian wrestling and the cunning of the Jurchens—all honed on the battlefield between life and death.

By the Ming and Qing Dynasties, especially the Qing, rulers feared rebellion and banned martial arts. Many masters were confined, and martial arts texts were burned.

As a Taoist from the Quanzhen Sect with over twenty years of martial training, Song Kai had seen countless secret techniques.

He began teaching Liu Yue several advanced capture techniques.

Liu Yue was a driving god but also a team leader, so naturally strong. Yet after just one demonstration from Song Kai, his expression changed.

“Uh, Song Kai, these moves... are they your family’s secret skills? They’re so exquisite. I don’t feel worthy receiving them,” Liu Yue said quickly, cupping his hands respectfully.

Song Kai waved him off. “Secret or not, these are our ancestors’ legacy. Just don’t let foreigners learn them. Teaching you is perfect.”

Liu Yue suddenly dropped to one knee, clasping his fists in salute. “Thank you, Mr. Song, for your generous teaching. Without your permission, I will never pass them on.”

Song Kai was startled and hurriedly helped Liu Yue up. “No need to be so formal. Uh... are those moves really that precious?”

“Absolutely,” Liu Yue said earnestly. “Come on, Mr. Song, to my room. Teach me more, but don’t let that Okamoto see us...”