In Taipei, Zhang Chun and Ah Wah got out of a taxi, instinctively scanned their surroundings, then pushed open the door of the bar in front of them.
The bar was very dim, with chairs turned upside down on the tables. It was clearly still a long time before opening.
Only one white-haired man in a suit sat at a table, reading a newspaper.
Zhang Chun walked over, pulled up a chair, and sat down.
"You're You Zhiqing?"
The white-haired man looked up at Zhang Chun and smiled. "You can also call me Mr. Silver."
"Where's the information?" Zhang Chun asked directly.
You Zhiqing placed a document envelope on the table and slid it over.
Zhang Chun pulled out its contents: a stack of photographs, with names marked beside them.
"Actually, you only need to kill six people, not counting bodyguards."
You Zhiqing said, "Ma Zihao and Ma Zhihai go without saying. Then there's Ma Zihao's sons, Ma Qingyan and Ma Qingxing, Ma Zhihai's adopted son, Ma Yu, and Ma Zhihai's wife, Shao Junfen."
"Ma Zihao's wife has no mind of her own. We need to leave her alive, along with Ma Zihao's youngest son, to cooperate with us. It's the same with Ma Zhihai. He has a mistress who only recently graduated from university and bore him a son. She'll definitely cooperate."
You Zhiqing sounded very certain as he spoke. Clearly, he had already made considerable preparations.
"My people are watching them. If they go out over the next couple of days, I'll know." You Zhiqing placed a Big Brother Phone in front of Zhang Chun. "I'll notify you then."
"No need!" Zhang Chun stuffed everything back into the envelope.
Having the Ma Family's addresses inside was enough. He would handle the rest himself.
He didn't trust Taiwan's gangs,