The Omniscient

Chapter 43: One Scam Isn’t Enough

“D*mn, boss, you’re incredible! How’d you pull that off? Unlocking the car with an orange peel?” Zhang Junwei exclaimed as he drove.

Meanwhile, Lin Li, seated in the back, opened the cash box to count the money.

Before he could, Old Wang snatched it, hefted it briefly, and said, “About 500,000.”

He added, “Freshly peeled orange peels are rich in moisture and citric acid, making them excellent conductors. Any conductive material can interact with the capacitive layer of a touch screen. While human fingers conduct electricity, fresh orange peel is even more sensitive.”

“But the key is identification. Huang Ji, did you draw…”

Huang Ji nodded. “That man’s fingerprint.”

“Holy sh*t!” Zhang Junwei and the others were stunned.

“You actually recreated his fingerprint on an orange peel?” Old Wang asked, shocked.

Huang Ji explained casually, “When I went in, I chatted with him for a bit and seized an opportunity to memorize his fingerprint.”

The group collectively gulped, feeling like they were witnessing something out of a heist movie.

In films, they used fingerprint tape or, at the very least, transparent adhesive strips. Yet Huang Ji needed only an orange peel and his own eyes to recreate a fingerprint by hand!

It sounded so simple when he explained it, yet it was utterly mind-blowing.

“Fingerprints are so intricate. How did you memorize it?”

“No need to memorize the whole thing,” Huang Ji replied. “Just focus on a small section of the fingertip.”

“This is what real international thieves are like… You’re on another level,” Xiao Zha said, looking at him with awe.

Zhang Junwei trembled with excitement. Eating oranges, chatting, and effortlessly walking away with the cash—it was absurdly easy. Huang Ji had really just “withdrawn” the money.

As Huang Ji calmly dismantled his phone and discarded the SIM card, Old Wang couldn’t help but ask, “So I get how the text tricked him. When doing shady deals like this, people use new numbers, so if a text mentions the transaction, they’ll assume something’s gone wrong upstairs. But how did you know his phone number?”

Huang Ji replied, “The suited man had it saved on his phone. I pretended to be a drunk and grabbed his phone for a quick look, earning myself two kicks in the process. I got his fingerprint from the phone screen too.”

The group marveled at his photographic memory, impressed that he could recall such details in such a short time.

Unbeknownst to them, Huang Ji had never touched the man or his phone. He had merely glanced at the man’s ten fingers and used his "Information Sense" to pick up the patterns.

“But this is only 500,000. Boss, how many spots have you scouted?” Zhang Junwei asked, clearly hooked. This felt like picking up free money to him.

“I don’t have that much time. I’ve been busy with other matters these past few days,” Huang Ji replied.

Old Wang nodded knowingly. He had seen Huang Ji spending his time persuading doctors and discussing medical theories with them.

“Oh… Then this money isn’t enough,” Zhang Junwei said.

“There’s more coming,” Huang Ji replied.

The group looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“The suited man just lost his money without anyone smashing the car. What do you think he’ll assume?” Huang Ji asked.

Zhang Junwei thought for a moment. “He’ll probably think there’s an inside mole?”

“Exactly. The burly guy who got tricked into going upstairs will look suspicious. The suited man is bound to suspect him,” Huang Ji said.

“But why would that guy betray him? Wouldn’t he just run away?” Zhang Junwei wondered.

Huang Ji smiled. “The suited man will conclude that the burly guy doesn’t have the guts to pull this off alone. He’ll suspect that Cao Jing stole the money, possibly with the burly guy’s help.”

“Right! Cao Jing has a reputation for being ruthless and greedy. It’s totally believable that he’d pull something like this. So, will the two sides fight?” Zhang Junwei asked.

Huang Ji shook his head. “There’ll be some tension, but the suited man won’t act rashly. He has no proof, and it was his own fault for not keeping a close eye on the money. In the end, he’ll swallow the loss. Then…”

“Wait… Are you saying he’ll come back with another box of cash?” Xiao Zha asked in disbelief.

Huang Ji nodded. “Highly likely.”

Zhang Junwei exclaimed, “I knew it! Smashing the car would’ve been easier, but you wanted to use the fingerprint trick because you planned to scam him twice!”

Huang Ji clapped his hands. “Exactly. Now, drive the car back, but this time park it in front of the convenience store across the street.”

Excited, Zhang Junwei quickly drove back to the KTV.

The group got out of the van and lounged by the car. Some smoked, others enjoyed the cool breeze, casually waiting.

Sure enough, the suited man stormed out of the KTV a while later, his face red with anger. The burly man was nowhere to be seen—he had clearly been dismissed.

Two men got into the SUV and sped off.

“Will he really come back?” Old Wang asked skeptically.

“He will,” Huang Ji replied. Then he turned to Zhang Junwei. “Go buy some water.”

Zhang Junwei returned with the water, rubbing his hands together. “Boss, how are we going to use this water?”

“To drink,” Huang Ji said.

“…” The group was speechless.

After sipping some water, Huang Ji opened the cash box and emptied its contents.

“Find some bricks,” he said.

Zhang Junwei immediately understood. “Got it!”

Soon, the group stuffed the cash box with bricks and rags. Huang Ji then borrowed Old Wang’s phone to download a ringtone, handed it back, and gave some instructions.

Finally, he said, “Old Wang, when the suited man arrives, send a text to Lin Li.”

With that, Huang Ji put on sunglasses and led the group across the street, heading upstairs in the KTV.

Having scouted the area beforehand, Huang Ji brought them to a quiet hallway on the third floor. Cao Jing was at the far end, partying in one of the private rooms with his crew. The hallway was off-limits to regular guests, so no one else was around.

Huang Ji directed Zhang Junwei, “Cao Jing knows you, right?”

Zhang Junwei nodded. “I’ve dealt with him before.”

“Good. Go to the power rooms on each floor. When you hear the alarm, wait thirty seconds, then cut the power—start with the first floor and finish with the third,” Huang Ji instructed.

“Got it!” Zhang Junwei said, running off.

Huang Ji turned to Lin Li and Xiao Zha. “You two stand by the door of Cao Jing’s room. One on each side, like guards.”

The two took their positions. Xiao Zha asked curiously, “Who are we guarding?”

“Doesn’t matter. Whoever asks you to do something, just do it,” Huang Ji replied, giving them a few more instructions before disappearing around a corner with the cash box.

About ten minutes later, Old Wang spotted two cars pulling into the back lot.

The suited man had returned, this time with seven people and two vehicles.

This time, he didn’t leave the cash in the car. He personally carried the box and led his group upstairs.

Old Wang immediately sent a text to Huang Ji and turned the phone’s volume to max, as instructed. He then began counting down five minutes.

Meanwhile, the suited man and his crew reached the third floor, cash in hand, and headed straight for Cao Jing’s private room.

Lin Li and Xiao Zha stood rigidly at the doorway like a pair of door guardians. Their faces were cold and expressionless, hands clasped in front of them as if they were statues.

“Hmph,” the suited man sneered, glancing at the two. He assumed they were Cao Jing’s lackeys and barked, “Open the door!”

Without a word, Lin Li pushed the door open, allowing the group to enter the private room.

Inside, Cao Jing was partying and drinking. Seeing the suited man return with his entourage, he smirked and said, “Got the money this time?”

The suited man sat on the couch with a dark expression, his six subordinates standing behind him. “Hurry it up!”

Cao Jing grinned playfully. “No need to rush. Didn’t expect you to be so desperate for this stuff. I’m going to raise the price.”

The fire in the suited man’s eyes was barely restrained. He growled, “Don’t push me. Do you really want me to go to Old Ma about this?”

Cao Jing chuckled but stopped teasing. With a snap of his fingers, he ordered, “As long as you’ve got the money. Ah Lei, go get the goods.”

Ah Lei, one of Cao Jing’s trusted aides, nodded and exited the room.

Outside, he glanced at the two men stationed at the door and was slightly puzzled. “Who are these two clowns?”

Lin Li and Xiao Zha remained motionless, ignoring him completely.

Ah Lei, familiar with all of Cao Jing’s people, quickly deduced these two were strangers. But he dismissed it, assuming they were bodyguards brought by the suited man to prevent any funny business.

With a cold snort, Ah Lei strutted past Xiao Zha and entered the office across the hallway.

Inside the office, two lackeys were playing on a computer. In the southeastern corner stood a tall statue of Guan Yu, nearly life-sized.

Lighting an incense stick, Ah Lei bowed devoutly before the statue and then slid his hand into a small hole at the back.

It turned out the statue was hollow. After a moment of fumbling, he pulled out several packets of white powder.

Packing the drugs carefully into a bag, Ah Lei restored the statue, bowed again, and muttered, “Lord Guan, forgive me and protect us!”

He returned to the private room with the goods.

The two groups exchanged money and goods. The suited man verified the product, while Cao Jing counted the cash. Both sides were satisfied, and the transaction concluded.

The suited man’s subordinates began packing up the drugs, while Cao Jing gestured for his people to take the cash box away.

However, at that moment, Cao Jing’s phone vibrated. A text message had arrived from an unknown number.

Cao Jing opened it and, upon reading the message, his face turned pale:

“A wild cat has entered the house. Take the fish and clean the litter box.”

Though cryptic, the message caused cold sweat to break out on Cao Jing’s forehead.

He abruptly stood up and shouted, “Quick! Get rid of the goods!”

Ah Lei understood immediately and sprinted out of the room, heading back to the office with the Guan Yu statue.

He bowed nervously before the statue, mumbling, “Lord Guan, forgive me and protect the brothers!” Then, with a loud crash, he kicked the statue over, shattering it to pieces.

Dozens of packets of drugs spilled out.

Meanwhile, back in the private room, Cao Jing barked at the suited man, “Take your stuff and get out! Now! Don’t dawdle!”

The suited man sensed something was wrong. Alarmed, he asked, “What’s going on?”

“Don’t ask! Just leave!” Cao Jing snapped.

At that moment, a faint sound of sirens could be heard from outside the window.

Everyone froze.

Cao Jing rushed to the window but couldn’t see any police cars. He guessed they were approaching from the main entrance.

The sirens grew louder and closer, seemingly coming straight for them.

What Cao Jing didn’t realize was that Old Wang was leisurely pushing a trash bin across the street, with his knockoff phone blaring a loud siren sound from inside the bin.

“Get out!” Cao Jing turned back, shouting at the suited man.

The suited man knew things were going south. But his biggest concern wasn’t even the police—it was the intensity of Cao Jing’s reaction.

Looking down at the bag of drugs in his hand, the suited man realized he couldn’t afford to keep it. It was a ticking time bomb.

“No deal! Refund me my money!” he yelled, throwing the drugs onto the floor as if they were scalding hot. He stormed out, intent on retrieving the cash box.

One of Cao Jing’s lackeys, a blond-haired guy, tried to block the suited man’s path but was quickly shoved aside.

Cao Jing didn’t bother intervening. He was too busy flushing the drugs down the toilet, one packet at a time.

Meanwhile, the suited man and his group charged out of the private room, unaware that Huang Ji was just around the corner, casually walking toward them.

As they burst out, Huang Ji turned around and began walking back the way he came, acting as though he had just left the room.

Spotting Huang Ji carrying the cash box, the suited man yelled, “Stop!”

“Give me the money!” he roared, rushing toward Huang Ji and slamming him against the wall.

“This is Brother Jing’s money!” Huang Ji protested, struggling to hold onto the box.

The suited man didn’t care. “To hell with that! It’s my money!” He forcibly ripped the box out of Huang Ji’s hands and stormed off with his men.

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