After reviewing the details about the safehouse, Leo Zane quickly selected the service package he needed.
First was full structural reinforcement—he requested to replace all existing materials throughout the house.
Walls, ceiling, and flooring would be lined with 100mm thick steel plates.
Windows would be upgraded to bulletproof acrylic glass.
Next was the ventilation system—completely outfitted with air filtration units, ensuring no toxic gases could infiltrate from the outside.
Finally, the surveillance system—complete coverage of the entire property, both inside and out, with no blind spots.
All entry doors would be replaced with vault-grade metal doors, the kind used in bank safes. Even explosives would struggle to blow them open.
In short, Leo had just one goal: to turn his home into an impenetrable steel fortress.
After checking all his selections, Leo handed the tablet back to Wu Huairen.
Wu glanced through the items and couldn't help but widen his eyes.
"You're turning a 1,300-square-foot house into a full-blown bunker..." he muttered.
"Add in weapons, and this place is practically a fortress."
Leo's eyes gleamed.
"Oh? You know your way around fortifications?"
Wu chuckled. "I used to work as a mercenary overseas. Military gear and tactics are kind of my thing."
An idea sparked in Leo's mind. He lowered his voice.
"Can you get your hands on firearms?"
That question instantly wiped the smile off Wu's face.
"You do know, Mr. Zane, that private possession of firearms is strictly illegal here," Wu responded in a low voice.
"Did you piss off someone dangerous? That why you're so on edge?"
Leo took the opportunity to lean into the story.
"Yeah, I've crossed some people in the underworld. They're ruthless—and armed. I need protection. I can't just hide in a safehouse and wait to die."
Wu gave a dry laugh. "Sorry, Mr. Zane, we're a legitimate company. I can't help with that."
But from his eyes, Leo could tell—Wu had access, he just didn't want to get involved.
Leo took a deep breath and said slowly, "I'm paying over $120,000 for this safehouse. If something still happens to me, it won't look good for your company."
He fixed Wu with a firm stare. "I'm not looking to cause trouble. I just want to defend myself. Help me out, and I promise you'll be well compensated."
Wu stayed silent, clearly weighing the risks.
He had the connections. He just didn't know if Leo was trustworthy.
"I can't make any promises, but I'll see what I can find out. If I hear anything, I'll contact you," Wu finally said.
Leo didn't push him. Guns were a sensitive subject—it was better to tread carefully.
"Alright, I'll wait for your call," he replied with a smile. "By the way, I'm in a rush. I need the safehouse ready ASAP."
"No problem. We can have it done within two weeks," Wu said.
They signed the contract on the spot. Leo put down a $14,000 deposit.
As for the remaining balance? Let's just say—he had no intention of ever paying it.
After leaving the security company, housing was basically sorted.
Leo returned to his car and called an acquaintance, Liu Yang, who owned a private hunting range on the outskirts of the city.
The place spanned several hundred acres and was filled with small, harmless game for people to hunt recreationally.
Liu also had access to legal hunting gear—compound bows, crossbows, air rifles.
Leo had visited a few times before and still had his contact info.
He asked Liu to help him buy a batch of gear, offering to pay above market price.
Liu, being a businessman—and occasionally needing Leo's help—agreed easily.
"Leo, what do you need so much gear for?" Liu asked with a chuckle, though his tone carried a hint of caution.
"These are only for sport or hunting, you know. Nothing illegal."
Leo laughed it off. "Relax. I'm taking a few buddies on a hunting trip in Africa. Just want to be well equipped."
Liu clicked his tongue. "Africa, huh? Watch out for lions and hyenas. Don't end up on the menu."
"No worries. How soon can I get the equipment?"
"I've got most of it in stock. Swing by whenever you're free."
Leo didn't waste time. He drove straight to Liu's range and picked up the gear.
Time was precious—he couldn't afford to lose even a minute.
He bought:
5 precision steel crossbows
3 high-end compound bows
300 arrows for each type
2 Damascus steel hunting knives—durable, razor-sharp, and nearly indestructible unless abused
His trunk was packed to the brim with equipment.
Looking at the stash, Leo felt an overwhelming sense of security.
He hauled everything home without worry.
Everything was legally obtained, and Leo had even gotten a hunting license back when he used to visit Liu's range.
By the time he got back, the sun was already setting.
Leo then headed out again—this time for a final solo hotpot feast at Hai Di Lao.
Since it might be the last time he could enjoy hotpot someone else cooked, he placed a massive order: 10,000 packs of hotpot base for future use.
The staff were dumbfounded.
They thought Leo might be a corporate saboteur sent by a rival chain to mess with them.
Thankfully, the manager came over and after confirming Leo was serious, accepted the order—with one condition: cash payment upfront.
Leo, without hesitation, handed over more than $140,000 in cash on the spot.
His generosity shocked everyone—and thrilled the store manager, who even threw in an extra 500 packs as a bonus.