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I felt as if I had been shot, nearly spitting blood. I knew both Wu Qitai and Fatty could hear my conversation, but Fatty should also understand that my agreement with Wu Qitai was merely to avoid raising his suspicions and to lure him into revealing the information we needed; it wasn't my true intention.
To extinguish his foolish thoughts before they could take root, I immediately said to him, "You misunderstand. The reason I agreed to his terms was just to deal with the situation at that moment. I won't actually carry out this mission. We've achieved our goal this time; we know who made a deal with Xiao Guolin. I'm confident Wu Qitai knows the information we want, so let's focus on him and execute our next plan."
Fatty, clearly stubborn as ever, replied unwillingly, "Qiangzi, do you have any idea how huge the profits from drug trafficking and arms smuggling are? It would scare you to death. They have such a big cake in front of them but come to China, a place where they haven't extended their reach, and get involved in tomb raiding, which is completely foreign to them. Does that seem normal to you? According to Wu Qitai, he knows Xiao Guolin and he knows you too. Why would he investigate you if not for something more? Don't you think they've been plotting this for a long time? Let me tell you, Qiangzi, this matter either has astonishing profits or is related to Xiao Guolin. We can't give up this lead."
"Alright, Fatty, it really proves that old saying: people die for wealth while birds die for food. You're willing to spin any tale for that tomb. I now believe your intelligence isn't low; you've come up with a whole set of arguments in no time. But it’s useless; consider me less intelligent and unable to think of so many things. Let's focus on one target and extract the information we want from Wu Qitai. Nothing else is up for discussion." I poured cold water over his enthusiasm.
"Don't be like that. Ah Xiang is Wu Qitai's trusted aide, right? We can get information from him too. Here, our strength is limited; once we go back home, they won't let us off easily. At that point, depending on the situation, we can seize an opportunity or directly pry information from him. After all, what they’re trading isn’t part of our plan; whenever we decide to turn against them, the initiative will be in our hands."
"Stop it. Until we obtain information about the transaction items, we won't leave here or initiate any other actions." I pushed my palms downwards firmly.
I knew Fatty's cunning too well; if I couldn't keep him in check here, once we returned home and he connected with Ah Xiang's group, it would be even harder for me to take charge of the situation. Although he wouldn't completely abandon me, he would definitely not rest until he dug up that tomb. I couldn't afford to fall into his trap.
Fatty was particularly fierce when he thought there was a fortune waiting for him while I stood in his way. He leaned forward suddenly, his nose almost touching my face as he exclaimed loudly, "Do you think it's easy to get information from Wu Qitai? Aren't you trying to avoid a confrontation here?"
I pushed his head back slightly and wiped the saliva off my face nonchalantly. "I've changed my mind."
Fatty plopped down onto the sofa, looking at me with puffed cheeks. It was hard to tell whether he was genuinely angry or just acting, but I had no intention of changing my stance. We stood there—one standing and one sitting—glaring at each other like two angry birds.
Staring at someone while maintaining pressure isn't difficult at first, but it becomes troublesome over time as facial expressions tend to stiffen. Especially when facing someone like Fatty who isn't very likable; staring too long can make one feel nauseous. Fortunately, Fatty lost the staring contest first; what began as an intense glare turned into two individuals lost in their own thoughts.
After about a minute of silence, Fatty made a phone call. "Da Zhang, we're safe. Stay at the hotel and keep monitoring—especially Wu Qitai and his lackey named Ah Xiang. We won't be back until tonight; contact us immediately if anything happens."
Hearing this phone call, I finally felt relieved. It wasn't easy to get Fatty to compromise. To maintain psychological pressure on him, I had been standing for over an hour, keeping my posture straight; otherwise, it wouldn't convey the mental suggestion that I wouldn't yield. My legs were starting to feel numb.
I walked over to the sofa and sat down beside him. " Fatty, there will be plenty of opportunities for us to make money in the future. Once this matter is settled, I'll accompany you into the business world. But right now, we really don't have the time. Aren't you supposed to help Xiao Ting? We can't afford to delay this any longer. That girl is anxious to find her father, and if you go digging up graves for profit, what will Miss Ren think? Aren't we just creating conditions for Foreigner?"
Fatty slowly turned his head, his big eyes staring at me. "When did you become my brother? I remember you always called me brother before."
I really didn't know what Fatty was thinking, getting hung up on this at such a time. However, I was still pleased that I could dispel that thought of his; at least I managed to straighten him out.
Fatty and I returned to the hotel in the middle of the night. I had put on a bit of makeup, but it wasn't very successful; Da Zhang recognized me immediately. Neither Da Zhang nor I were suited for going out. I had language barriers and couldn't let Wu Qitai and the others find out about me; I needed to remain inconspicuous. Da Zhang was too noticeable as a one-armed strongman, which didn't fit our low-profile approach. In fact, Fatty wasn't suited for exposure either; his tall and robust figure along with his fierce appearance attracted attention as well. Fortunately, he was fluent in both Laos and Vietnamese, which helped him blend in during foreign-related activities.
With Da Zhang as my assistant, my work became much easier. He was very patient and never showed impatience while looking through the telescope; aside from eating and using the restroom, he didn't need anyone else’s help. I also learned that he was a sniper, with much better eyesight and observation skills than mine, which was another reason why I didn't compete with him for the telescope.
After two consecutive days of surveillance, the results were disappointing. Wu Qitai hadn't left the hotel; the farthest he went was to the front building to send Ah Xiang off. Ah Xiang left the hotel with three people, heading towards the border between China and Laos. Upon hearing this news, Fatty grabbed the telescope and looked through it for a while before sighing deeply as if money he had hoped for was slipping through his fingers. Thankfully, he didn't bring up old grievances; otherwise, it would have sparked another argument.
I didn't know how much longer we would have to wait for surveillance. I also wanted to know about Jack and Xiao Ting's situation. Just then, Fatty's phone number came in handy, so I called Jack.
The call was very clear, and I was taken aback; something felt off. If he were at Wutong Ridge, the call quality shouldn't be this good. A bad feeling crept over me.
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