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What the hell! Prioritizing romance over friendship. I felt like a thousand Alpacas were galloping in my heart.
After finishing that sentence, Fatty dropped his disguise, wearing a wicked grin. "Qiangzi, can you not go? Those Vietnamese definitely have leads. I suspect that getting Xiao Guolin to Dongxing is to find his biggest guarantee. I know those Vietnamese well; they can definitely get real information."
I was about to go crazy from anger at Fatty. I had anticipated that he must have a purpose for daring to venture into Laos, but I never expected it was to please Xiao Ting. The problem was, he wasn't the only one who had feelings for her. With her being a campus beauty, the number of pursuers was countless. Just Jack, who was eyeing her, had already pushed Fatty down below the horizon. I felt like I was merely a supporting character for Jack, and this guy still wouldn't give up until someone stabbed him in the heart.
I didn’t respond to Fatty ’s words; I just sneered a few times and said to Da Zhang, "Is this how your comrade behaves? Prioritizing romance over friendship."
I hadn’t known Da Zhang for long; he was a quiet person who would speak up when necessary but would remain silent otherwise. I was so furious with Fatty that I didn’t want to deal with him and just vented to Da Zhang. I didn’t expect Da Zhang’s response. He said, "He’s your buddy."
I almost choked on his words.
"Is this Xiao Ting... pretty?" Da Zhang continued without noticing my struggle for breath.
I finally caught my breath and replied, "What if she is pretty?"
"Then it’s justified."
"Justified for what? Prioritizing romance over friendship?"
"Helping her out. That is, pursuing her."
You two just graduated from the same school, right? As soon as this thought crossed my mind, I saw Fatty giving Da Zhang a thumbs up at just the right moment. My heart felt like it was bleeding. Let’s drop this topic; otherwise, I might die from their antics.
I looked at Da Zhang and noticed something interesting: Fatty seemed quite good at winning people over. Back home, he had done a little favor for Huang Hai, and Huang Hai followed him around like a lapdog, obeying his every word. Now seeing Da Zhang, it wasn’t much different; although he wasn’t as sycophantic as Huang Hai, he absolutely defended Fatty and trusted him immensely, resolutely executing Fatty ’s plans. This was evident from our rush to the two meeting points; it was clear that Fatty was the one calling the shots.
Actually, what Fatty said earlier made sense and was quite persuasive; I was just angry about his intentions. I sat there, brooding for a while, considering the feasibility of the situation and how to get in touch with Jack and ask about Xiao Ting. Of course, I cared about Xiao Ting; out of respect for Xiao Guolin, I would look after her. I would like a beautiful woman too, but Jack's competitiveness was undeniable, and it would be a lie to say I wasn't frustrated. Moreover, my relationship with Xiao Guolin was a double-edged sword. While I had the advantage of being close to him, he entrusted his daughter to me with a sense of responsibility that made it hard for me to act freely. Besides, no matter how I looked at it, Xiao Guolin and I were colleagues; formally, I would call him Professor Xiao or Captain Xiao, but casually, I might just say Old Xiao. Strictly speaking, it wouldn't be inappropriate for Xiao Ting to call me uncle. I also feared that if this matter got out, it wouldn't sound good. The archaeology circle isn't that small; both Xiao Guolin and I have some reputation and connections. If this became known, it would be difficult for me to talk to my peers in the future.
As I sat there lost in thought, Fatty and Da Zhang weren't idle either. They were whispering in front of me as if discussing Xiao Ting. Fatty even pretended to be serious about not having taken her photo this time and promised to show it to me later. Da Zhang kept calling her "sister-in-law" and asking questions. Hearing that almost made me laugh out loud; Fatty's thick skin was truly invincible.
To prevent them from continuing to pollute my ears, I snapped my fingers to grab their attention: "About my business with the Vietnamese."
"Qiangzi, you agreed to go to Myanmar?" Fatty asked excitedly.
"Let's see how things go. If we can really find out why Xiao Guolin went to Dongxing from this lead, taking some risks would be worth it. But if it's too dangerous or the chances of getting information are slim, then I'd rather go directly to Xinjiang and look for clues on-site." I didn't want to shut down the conversation completely.
Fatty pulled his chair closer and leaned forward: "In this area," he said, drawing a semicircle in the air with one hand. "Including Laos, Myanmar, Thailand, Vietnam, and so on—these Southeast Asian countries mainly have smuggled weapons coming from the Vietnamese. We call them the Vietnamese Gang. They aren't united; there are many factions fighting over interests. The three largest gangs control more than half of the underground arms trade in Southeast Asia. The one doing business with Xiao Guolin is the biggest gang among them; their leader is a veteran known as General Nguyen outside, based in Laos. They not only deal in arms but also engage in drug trafficking—growing and processing drugs. They control a valley and have significant power."
Fatty was very serious about this; I listened intently. When he reached this point, I asked him: "What exactly do you mean? Are you in favor of going to Laos or against it? Because it sounds like you're trying to scare me; that place is purely a den of danger."
We were sitting close together, and I could see that Fatty was serious—a rare expression on his face. He spoke in the same earnest tone: "Of course I want to go. But I need you to understand the real situation; it's very dangerous there."
"More dangerous than here or Nine-Headed Bird?" I pressed further.
"More dangerous than Nine-Headed Bird. Myanmar has similar places too, but they're not as large-scale as that one. No one goes there unless there's a special reason; without someone guiding you, you can't get in at all. It's almost like a military restricted area—strictly enforced; outsiders who approach are shot on sight without warning—immediate execution. To put it more accurately, it's an independent kingdom without laws that kills any unidentified outsiders."
"So you're saying that's where we're planning to go?"
"Yes, if we intend to enter their base."
I remained silent for a moment, trying to understand the implications of his words. "Is it possible to get information about Xiao Guolin without entering their base?"
"It might be possible, but it's difficult."
I couldn't stand this drawn-out questioning any longer. Impatiently, I said, "This is your plan. Stop beating around the bush; I know you already have something in mind."
Fatty smirked slyly. "So, are you agreeing then?"
"Cut the act," I replied tersely. "Are you trying to scare me? You Brother Qiang are the one who scared me into this. I won't agree to anything until I know your plan; don't think you can trick me."
As I finished speaking, I recalled how Fatty often used to scare me; damn it, I was indeed frightened by this guy.
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