Section Two: The Great Terror
In fact, Ling Tian had already made plans in his heart, preparing to quickly refine some magic needles. His power in the secular world would likely struggle to contend with his enemies, unless he resorted to inhuman abilities. However, doing so would easily attract attacks from righteous individuals or the church. With his newly awakened abilities, he would not stand a chance against them. If he were to carelessly face annihilation, he would have no opportunity for a comeback.
At this moment, Dan Dan Dao said: "There is something I need to remind you. Although I have taught you the Black Lotus Secret Spell this month, and now added this Muma Blood Needle, it does not mean that you can act recklessly in the city. We are merchants, not part of the underworld or any supernatural beings. Everything we do is solely for business and profit. If you are not clear-headed, you could be eliminated by the church at any time"
Jemba looked at the thangka and faux leather artworks on the walls of the private room, feeling a slight unease. He saw the owner holding a large bowl resembling a skull cap, skillfully kneading the rice cake with butter tea, as if he had grown up eating this, exuding an indescribable sense of ease and comfort
Jemba could not swallow the rice and spat it out, anxiously saying: "Boss, we have taken an order from General Amin of the Somali People's Front for 5,000 AKs, and the goods should arrive next week; next month we must deliver 50,000 rounds of ammunition and 3,000 grenades to the Kurds; the 300 Uzi submachine guns ordered by the Liberian National Liberation Army must also be delivered as soon as possible, as I have heard that the Liberian government forces are planning a major operation against them; of course, if that batch of new explosives cannot be delivered to the Liberian government forces on time, they won't be able to stir up much trouble either"
Hello, Uncle. Ling Tian's voice was remarkably calm
Jemba's eyes filled with a blood-red light: "Sanko, have you lost your mind?"
The Black man chewed on the "Xiangbala Secretly Made Yangzhou Fried Rice," his heart beating anxiously: Damn it, ever since the boss returned from the mainland, he has become increasingly fond of this style. I heard that he took a trip to the Sichuan-Tibet region during that time; could it be that he was possessed by some evil spirit there? Otherwise, how could his lifestyle change so drastically? These ghostly things are not something that anyone who isn't used to them could swallow. And the kind of witchcraft the boss teaches himself, my goodness, it is truly a terrifying power, a power that only a devil could possess!
The owner of the restaurant in Shangri-La, Qiangba, is indeed a genuine Tibetan by birth. However, he went to the mainland to work with his father at a very young age, and later found his way to South Africa, by which time he had completely forgotten the customs of the Tibetan region. Taking advantage of the recent resurgence of Tibetan culture over the past two years, he impulsively decided to open a Tibetan restaurant.
Only after hearing this did Jemba finally breathe a sigh of relief, returning his heart to the embrace of the books.
The number of this phone is known only to one person, someone who is very important to Ling Tian
Ling Tian continued, "Now the people in the inner hall have seized all the power, and even my uncle in Ukraine has sided with them. Hmph, this is the greatest loss I have suffered since I started my career"
Hehe, are you still putting on a show at this point, Viper? Where are the general's guns? Where are the 4,000 rifles of the general? Huh? Didn't you say they would be delivered by next week? But our informants in Victoria Harbour report that not a single one of your ships has arrived in the past two weeks
He finished a glass of barley wine, and the phone rang
He was secretly hiding a package in his arms
Jemba cursed as he answered the phone, and a rude and arrogant voice came from the other end: "Hello, hasn't the viper turned into a dead snake yet? Hahaha!"
Ling Tian spoke slowly and deliberately: "Remember, even in the most difficult times, you must not allow others to insult you casually. I want Sang Ke's life; call Liao Meng for me. He has squandered my money on a prostitute for over a month, and it's time to take action. I want him to go to Somalia and capture Sang Ke alive. You will personally administer the punishment with a stick; I want to see the stick protruding from his throat."
Let us go. Ling Tian leisurely finished the last bit of glutinous rice cake, revealing his snow-white teeth, and said, "They are forcing me. Since they want terror, very well, there will be a great terror..."
Without waiting for the other party's response, Ling Tian had already hung up the phone
"Alas, it is truly infuriating..." Ling Tian lightly sipped the barley wine, frowning as she said, "I need a large sum of cash, it must be clean, and transferred to Ukraine immediately, at least tens of millions. Additionally, I need a group of capable individuals. Jemba, how many people do you have available?"
Heavens and earth, what a sight! The groundhog exclaimed, shaking off the wrapping to reveal a dazzling crown-like object. "What is this called again? Ah, never mind, it’s a good thing anyway!"
Ling Tian suddenly flicked his fingers, shattering Jemba's phone. The short black man looked at his boss in confusion
Ling Tian then revealed a triumphant smile, placing the wooden stick between his hands to form various hand seals. Jemba inquired, "Boss, what is this?"
Have you heard that the demon king will yield? Absolutely not!
Old Ling, look at the good stuff I just brought back from Nepal last week? Qiangba has small, squinty eyes, giving him a lewd appearance
The other party readily agreed
As he spoke, Ling Tian tossed the shuttle into Jemba's embrace, simultaneously forming a mysterious and malevolent hand seal, which he infused into Jemba's sea of consciousness. The black man firmly grasped the Mma blood shuttle, and in his delight, he repeatedly thanked the boss, too excited to even ask why the boss was knowledgeable about such obscure dark arts.
Ling Tian approvingly poured a glass of wine for his subordinate: "Indeed. Now that you, Jemba, have expanded your business, the elders in the tribe are envious and want to kill you to seize all your business."
For Jemba, the next half hour felt like an eternity in hell. The boss's expression had never been so dark and terrifying, his voice had never been so cold and ruthless, and his muscles had never been so twisted and rigid.
Jemba nodded and, gathering his courage, asked: "Boss, is it related to your return to the country two months ago?"
Jemba nodded and said, "I understand, just like Jemba came to South Africa to do business with the boss, while the elders remained in the Central African tribe, this is the distinction between the internal and external halls"
The people from the African Union said they are recently preparing for a major operation against the British and American embassies, hoping that Viper could show some leniency considering they are fellow African brothers. At this critical moment, Ling Tian's conscience finally showed a slight shift; he sighed and issued an order to Jemba:
Sankey will regret it when he is hung up
Though he spoke of suffering a loss, Jemba could not detect the slightest hint of frustration on the boss's face; instead, it was filled with resentment and boundless fighting spirit
At that moment, the short Black man's phone also rang. Upon seeing the caller ID, he frowned and said, "It's Sanko, General Amin's contact. He'd better die of AIDS three times!"
His face was as heavy as a block of ice, and after much deliberation, he decided to reveal the truth to his loyal assistant: "Listen, Jemba, your boss is in trouble. Our supplier in Ukraine has stated that there will be no weapons supplied to us, and there will never be any weapons supplied to us."
However, this does not make sense, as the boss clearly still has his own memories
Send a message to your sister, informing her to be ready to go to Ukraine at any time, as we may have a major operation there. Do not worry about matters here for now
The profit from this business is quite substantial. In his delight, Ling Tian took Jemba to dine at the only Sichuan-Tibet style Chinese restaurant in Johannesburg, "Xiangbala".
Boss, we have limited manpower here in South Africa, only about twenty; however, Jemna has around eighty, all of whom are skilled fighters, but isn't she currently on a mission
Ling Tian smiled coldly: "You certainly will not, but those bastards from the Nine Lotus Hall think otherwise. Two months ago, the personnel from the inner hall launched a surprise attack on the branch halls in various countries overseas, seizing the majority of their strength. They also used the pretext of the headquarters assessing performance to summon a large number of overseas disciples back to the country, threatening immediate execution for any who refused to comply"
Jemba glanced at Ling Tian uneasily: "There has been a minor issue on the way, and we may not be able to arrive on time. You must understand, we are not trading lollipops or electric toys; we are dealing with lethal weapons capable of killing millions of people, do you understand? Situations can arise at any moment, but everything is under control. The number of firearms that have passed through my hands far exceeds your pubic hair. You need to understand, we are not trading lollipops or electric toys; we are dealing with lethal weapons capable of killing millions of people, do you understand? Situations can arise at any moment, but everything is under control. The number of firearms that have passed through my hands far exceeds your pubic hair. If you have any doubts about my professional standards, feel free to trade with someone else."
Ling Tian coldly said into the phone: "Uncle, over the past month, I have taken on many orders that I would normally never consider, risking everything to raise funds and confront the people in the inner hall."
Ling Tian was about to speak when suddenly someone knocked on the door. The dark-faced Qiang Ba cheerfully squeezed in, resembling a prairie dog.
The Japanese are just a small dish! The contact over there said, "The Japanese will all be blown away!"
Believe me, you have made a grave mistake, a very serious mistake. If one day I stand before you again, you will understand just how foolish your choice was
Ling Tian originally did not want to pay him any attention, but suddenly sensed a faint presence in the package. His heart stirred, yet his face remained very calm: "Qiang Ba, you are trying to deceive me again!"
Ling Tian has only recently developed a fondness for this place. Although the items are not particularly authentic, the environment still vaguely resembles that of the Tibetan region. More importantly, Qiangba has some connections in the areas of Sichuan-Tibet and Nepal, occasionally smuggling in items that are said to originate from the Tibetan region. While there are certainly many fakes, there are also quite a few genuine treasures.
Ling Tian specifically reserved a small private room, and whenever he has free time, he comes here to sit. However, it is the first time he has brought Jemba along.
This statement is not entirely false; those who hang crucifixes may not necessarily be superior to the cultivators of Middle-earth and the living Buddhas of Esoteric Buddhism
Ling Tian couldn't help but laugh: "This is a dough ball used in rituals by the Tibetan people, and it is also frequently used in Bon religion. It's a pity that these dough balls are made from glutinous rice and flour; you took this copper one... why not go outside and fool some foreigners with it"
Jemba jumped up in fright: "Boss, how can that be! The Ukrainian side has taken 80% of our supply."
That evening, Jemba finally negotiated a price with the members of the Egyptian Unity Alliance, securing a large order at two and a half times the market price, which included submachine guns, grenades, and a new type of high-energy explosive
At this moment, the boss suddenly asked, "Jemba, how many orders do we have on hand?"
Sang Ke laughed and said: "At this point, are you still deceiving yourself? Kid, we have already found out that your backing has completely failed in the family struggle, right? You pitiful little creature, you are now nothing more than a lost dog, only able to show off in South Africa, haha. Soon, you will be utterly crushed, just like squashing a bug, but—"
Well, let us give them a discount, for the friendship among the peoples of Asia and Africa is stronger than granite. Hmm, tell them I have plenty of goods, but there is one condition: if they intend to deal with the British and American embassies, they might as well take care of the Japanese embassy as well
In a daze, Jemba seemed to see a dark aura emanating from Ling Tian, subtly transforming into an inverted black lotus that slowly bloomed, while two crimson skeletons were fully engrossed in their union at the flower's core
Ling Tian replied with a smile: "This is a magic dart, a powerful magical artifact. The followers of the Black Pen Sect often use this kind of artifact to harm others. Darts can be roughly divided into nine types, and this is one of the more sinister ones, called the Muma Blood Dart. It is made using the heart's blood of a woman involved in illicit relations, replacing the blood of the Muma female demon, and is crafted through the rituals of a sorcerer. You see, there is Tibetan script here—'burn,' which signifies the hope that this blood dart can incinerate enemies. Unfortunately, it seems that its owner did not have the chance to use it before passing away. Well, I should also prepare a few magic darts for myself, better safe than sorry. Jemba, I will give you this blood dart; I will pass on a secret method to you. On the fifteenth of each month, find a prostitute and take a drop of blood from her fingertip to offer to the Muma Blood Dart."
"Now you say you are ready to submit to the inner hall, forgetting that they hunted down your nephew a month ago, and you say you can no longer continue to provide me with arms. Very well, uncle, I understand everything."
A month ago, Jemba might still have harbored thoughts of betrayal, but he is now completely captivated by his enigmatic, ruthless, and cruel boss. Although the boss is currently facing difficulties, he believes that the boss will certainly not yield and will rise again from the abyss!
Qiangba felt somewhat annoyed, muttering curses at the person who sold him the item. Just as he was about to walk out, Ling Tian called out to him: "Wait a moment, what else do you have in your bag?"
This is also one of the reasons why Ling Tian does not dare to act rashly
Ling Tian waved his hand: "Sit down, do not panic! I have told you before that I am a disciple of the Nine Lotus Society of the Tang Kingdom, haven't I? The Nine Lotus Society is the largest gang in the southern part of the Tang Kingdom, much like the position of your Dinka tribe in Central Africa. It is further divided into two halls, which manage domestic and foreign businesses respectively"
Where is the batch of goods that the Iraqi jihadist organization requested? They have already paid a 30% deposit
Unexpectedly, the dietary customs of the Tibetan region and the *map* are greatly influenced by the local high-altitude environment. The Tibetan barley wine, tsampa, and yak meat hold little appeal for foreigners. In desperation, Qiangba had no choice but to gradually replace them with familiar dishes such as Yangzhou fried rice and fried spring rolls, along with arranging for some young women from the mainland to wear mismatched long robes and perform flamboyant dances, barely managing to keep things afloat.
The boss is never angry, but today is an exception
Before he could finish speaking, Jemba interrupted, saying: "No, boss, the people of the tribe will not kill Jemba; Jemba is a child of the tribe"
Jemba exclaimed, "Boss, then you—"
In the impression of the short black man, even the time he was captured by guerrillas in Congo, when his boss was stabbed twice and he was urinated on, was not as terrifying as this
At that time, the boss simply maintained a smile, indifferent to the insults hurled at him. He smiled as he untied the bindings, smiled as he shattered the skulls of twenty-three guerrilla fighters, and smiled as he brought down their base.
Boss, this afternoon I received news that the headquarters of the Iraqi jihadist organization was attacked by U.S. airstrikes, and all the leaders have been eliminated, leading to the complete collapse of the jihadist organization
There is nothing left, ah, but there is still a small stick!" Qiangba, puzzled, took out a charred wooden stick, roughly the thickness of a finger
Qiangba waved his hand and said, "Ahem! This thing is for you, Boss Ling. As long as you continue to book a private room with me in the second half of the year, it will be considered a great help to Qiangba!" With that, he walked out, casually closing the door behind him.
In the blink of an eye, the anomaly vanished
He is now merely a fallen arms dealer surrounded by enemies on all sides, yet Jemba feels that the boss seems to be the most terrifying demon king beneath the Abyss of the Nine Hells, capable of making whatever he says come true
His tone changed, and he gritted his teeth, saying: "The general is very displeased; you, bastard, have deceived him. The general will not allow you to live until the day you are killed by someone else. The general is prepared to subject you to caning. Do you know what caning is? It is when a rough wooden stick is inserted into your anus, and then the stick is stood upright. Heh heh, you will only die completely two or three days later, you—"
Ling Tian took it over, carefully examining the patterns on it. He sighed and said, "What a pity, if this were made of copper, it would be worth a lot of money!" As he spoke, he pretended to return the item to Qiang Ba.
Ling Tian crushed the wine glass in his hand, yet the sharp shards did not leave a single scratch on his palm. He said ominously: "Kill me? It's not that easy! I escaped from Guangzhou all the way to Yunnan, then turned back to Sichuan, advanced into Eastern Tibet, making a complete detour, killing more than twenty pursuers along the way, and only then did I escape back to South Africa through Southeast Asia"