BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 113 Room 808

Although Ren Rong had no real undercover experience like Sun Desheng, he did have a decent talent for acting.

Wrapped in a blanket, he glanced at the courier.

“Liu Dage is off today? I’ve never seen you before. Where’s my package? Hurry up and give it to me—I’ve got things to do.”

“I’m the substitute. Brother Liu is resting today…” the “courier” said while peering through the door crack. “It’s a cash-on-delivery package, 22 yuan and 3 jiao. Also, we’ve recently changed our rules. For COD parcels, customers must verify their identity with an ID card.”

Noticing the courier trying to look inside, Ren Rong immediately shoved him.

“What are you looking at? Since when do you need an ID for a courier? Who do you think you are? Where’s the package? Give it to me. Who knows if you’re just trying to scam me out of twenty-something yuan?”

“If you don’t show your ID, I can’t give you the package.”

“If you don’t give me the package, why should I show you my ID?”

The two of them argued back and forth, and suddenly Ren Rong seemed to realize something.

He pointed at the courier’s nose.

“I get it now—you were sent by that bitch Liu Cuihong to trick me into handing over my ID! You still want this house! I already divorced her—when will this end?! I like men, so what?! She knew that before she married me! She said she’d ‘fix’ me—if she wasn’t good enough, how is that my fault?! Now she can’t take it and wants a divorce—why didn’t she say so earlier?! Tch!”

The courier was completely stunned.

He had trained in Daoist cultivation since childhood and had never even touched a woman’s hand. Suddenly hearing something this explosive left him frozen in place.

At that moment, Ren Rong went completely theatrical.

He grabbed the courier like a madman and shouted into the room:

“Honey! Come out quickly! This bastard was sent by that Liu Cuihong bitch—he’s probably got a camera on him! Cover your face, don’t let him see you!”

Immediately, another man wearing only shorts rushed out of the room, face covered with a pillow towel.

He charged forward and helped Ren Rong restrain the courier.

“I knew he wasn’t a good guy! Drag him in! Strip him! We’ll say he tried to molest you—I’ll testify!”

Only then did the courier realize what was going on.

He broke free instantly.

He briefly formed a hand seal, clearly intending to act—but then he remembered his mission. Until they found Kong Dalong, he could not escalate things.

He spat on the ground, turned, and ran down the stairs.

Ren Rong, still fully committed to his performance, stood in the hallway and cursed loudly for a while before returning to the room angrily.

Inside, everyone gave him a thumbs-up.

Director Hao Wenming said:

“Director Ren, not bad. Putting everything else aside, your acting skills are solid. Even Liu Zhiyou couldn’t see through it.”

Ren Rong smiled bitterly while getting dressed.

“I had no choice. I really didn’t know what else to say just now, so I borrowed a neighbor’s family drama…”

He walked to the window and carefully looked toward Yong’an Building.

Director Hao Wenming glanced at Ouyang Pianzuo and whispered:

“Do you believe the neighbor story?”

“Just take it as a neighbor story,” Ouyang replied casually.

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Meanwhile, the “courier” had already run out of the building.

He entered a small shop across the street. After confirming no one was around, he gave a bitter smile to the shop owner.

“Damn unlucky… the guy on the 4th floor, He Anhua, is actually a gay man. I don’t even want to describe what I just saw. Against nature…”

The shop owner glanced at him.

“Forget whether he’s gay or not. Is that person clean? From now on, everyone entering the Yong’an Building area must be checked carefully. Old Liu, we’re all on the Bureau’s blacklist. Coming back to Beijing this time is already risky—one mistake and we’re going straight into reincarnation.”

Liu Zhiyou smiled respectfully.

“Don’t worry, Uncle-Master. That guy is clean. I’ve memorized all the Bureau members’ photos. He’s not on the list.”

The shop owner nodded.

“He Sa has already gone inside for reconnaissance. There are people in room 808. The aura is concealed—it looks like Old Four was right. It’s most likely Kong Dalong inside. Wait. Once everyone arrives, we strike together. Even ten Kong Dalongs won’t survive.”

Liu Zhiyou hesitated.

“Uncle-Master… do we really need to wait for all of them? We already have enough people. This is Beijing—if we delay too long, the Bureau might notice us.”

“Is dealing with Kong Dalong just our responsibility?” the shop owner sneered. “Why should we bleed while others sit back and watch?”

He continued:

“The order from that old man at sea wasn’t just for me—it was for all of us. No matter what, we won’t move until at least eighty percent of the people have arrived.”

Then he softened his tone.

“Go tell them: as long as Kong Dalong doesn’t come out, we won’t go in.”

“Oh right—has He Huan arrived?”

Liu Zhiyou nodded.

“Uncle He just arrived. He went inside first to scout the building and set up formations along key routes. Kong Dalong is cunning—if he escapes 808 by luck, those formations will be enough to finish him.”

“Good. He Huan is still careful, just like before. If he hadn’t been alert back then, we would’ve all died in Kong Dalong’s hands.”

The shop owner sighed, then waved him off.

“Go handle it. Arrange the newcomers. Let them choose positions. Once everyone arrives—we strike.”

Liu Zhiyou left the shop.

At the entrance, he casually picked up an unknown courier package and walked quickly into Yong’an Building.

The property staff at the entrance had already been replaced by their people. Seeing him enter, they casually directed him toward the freight elevator—an agreed-upon signal that 808 still had not made a move.

Liu Zhiyou first went to the 9th floor to confirm his people were in position.

Then he arrived at the corner of the 8th floor, outside Room 801, and knocked.

“Bond Courier. Please open the door. You have a few returns to send out.”

The door opened.

An elderly man in his sixties looked at him, muttering something under his breath, then let him in.

“Didn’t I say it already? No one is allowed to come to the 8th floor twice within an hour.”

The old man frowned, then added:

“Are they really going to wait until eighty percent of the people arrive? If we miss this chance, next time we’ll be the ones surrounded by Kong Dalong…”

Liu Zhiyou gave a bitter smile.

“You know his temperament. Once a decision is made, it’s hard to change. The others are also dragging their feet and refusing to arrive early…”

Before he could finish—

His phone suddenly rang.

After answering, a hoarse voice came through:

“Room 808 has movement. The people inside are coming out…”