Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Fatty not only has compressed food, but also smoked game. It seems that he has made a great addition to the food in Hakka Village. Although three Hakka People give me a bad feeling, yes, a feeling that's hard to explain. This feeling is not only because Fatty is wary of them, which makes me wary of them, but also I personally have a sense of crisis towards them for no reason. I don’t know why Fatty is on high alert for these Hakka People. This is the Guide he invited. There is no reason to spend money to hire people and have to be on high alert all the time. Why don't you pay for your sins? √, But my sense of crisis appeared at a loss. It should be the combination of the three of them that first made me confused and alert, but Tang Yumo came floating around, especially when she showed her shocking face, I not only There is no urge to get close to or admire her, or to fall under her pomegranate skirt. On the contrary, he was extremely calm and calm, and if there was any fluctuation in his heart, it was because of unspeakable uneasiness. But I know that we will have to walk together for at least two days on the next road, and I don't want to make the relationship between us more tense. I waved to Tang Yumo. "Sister Tang. Come over for something to eat and introduce your friends to us." The three Hakka People looked at each other for a while, and Tang Yumo stood up first with a faint smile on his face: " OK, it’s time to get something to eat and go on the road.” Two Hakka Men followed Tang Yumo and sat down by the campfire to eat. among those of us. The only one who wants to get close to Tang Yumo is Xiao Ting, maybe because they are the only two girls here. After Tang Yumo came over, he naturally sat down with Xiao Ting.
I noticed that the Lao people and the Vietnamese were hesitant to look directly at Tang Yumo, as if her nobility instilled a sense of reverence that prevented them from harboring any disrespectful thoughts. They could only steal glances at her from the corners of their eyes.
Jack, on the other hand, was turned towards my side and didn’t see the three Hakka people. Without anyone to assist him, he couldn’t even lift his head to turn to the other side. He probably didn’t have the energy to look around; the pain had drained all his strength.
Fatty was different; he treated the three Hakka people with equal indifference. His cold demeanor even affected Xiao Ting, as she spoke softly with another girl, her expression awkward as she avoided Fatty ’s gaze.
Looking at this strange group around the campfire, I felt a sense of unease about the uncertainties that lay ahead on our journey.
After finishing our meal, Fatty immediately called for everyone to get ready to leave, taking on the role of a leader.
Buasong dutifully slung Fumi over his back, leaving behind only his weapon. Fatty tossed all the backpacks to the two Hakka people and then pointed at Jack, saying to me, “He’s your responsibility.”
I was nearly infuriated. Although I wasn’t injured, I had just escaped from a life-threatening situation and was severely exhausted. It was one thing for this hulking figure not to help share the burden; it was another to leave the Vietnamese behind and dump such a hefty load on me. Was he trying to wear me out on purpose?
I immediately protested, “Fat Man, your build is perfect for carrying things. You could easily carry a backpack in front and someone on your back; why should I have to carry him? Either both of them are your responsibility or you give me the backpack to carry—your choice.”
I gestured with my eyes towards Fatty, indicating that he should assign this task to the Vietnamese. I didn’t trust A San; freeing him could lead to trouble at any moment.
To my surprise, Fatty chuckled and narrowed his eyes at me. “Because you’re foolish. The commission you should have received is no longer valuable to us since he’s lost his worth. You’re the only one who still needs him for your paycheck. Of course, if you think that money isn’t worth more than him, you can let him go. I don’t care either way.”
“Damn it!” I spat in frustration. “Is this how you talk? Try me again; don’t think I won’t confront you.”
Fatty walked a few steps away with a cold smile on his face before suddenly winking at me and silently mouthing, “Idiot, you should have shot them earlier; at least you could have incapacitated them. Now you can only take care of Jack because you’re too scared to pull the trigger.”
His last few words were slow, seemingly meant for me to fully understand or perhaps mock me. I had no retort; indeed, shooting someone weighed heavily on my conscience.
The movements were subtle, perfectly positioning him between me and the Hakka People, making it impossible for even A San to read Fatty's lips, let alone the Hakka People. They were completely unaware of what had just transpired in that fleeting moment.
"Don't try to intimidate me with threats! It won't work," Fatty suddenly shouted. "I can rescue you from Heimanluo's grasp, but I can just as easily throw you back in. You have options: carry him, leave him behind, stay here, or even go back and challenge that Heimanluo yourself. Just don’t expect me to carry this American Guy."
Fatty's beefy appearance was indeed intimidating, as if he might pounce at any moment to tear me apart.
Xiao Ting, standing behind Fatty, obviously missed his hint and gasped as she jumped between us. "Gangzi, are you crazy?! We can't leave Jack behind."
With a scowl, Fatty placed a hand on Xiao Ting's shoulder, and I noticed him squeeze it slightly. Xiao Ting immediately turned to look at me, clearly realizing that things weren't as she had thought.
I genuinely felt burdened by the thought of carrying Jack; having lugged him around all this way was exhausting. Yet it seemed I would have to continue bearing his weight.
Feigning anger, I said, " Fatty, this isn't over. I'll remember what happened today; we'll see about this."
With that, I hoisted Jack onto my back.
I noticed tears in Jack's eyes as he lay against me, weak yet filled with resentment. "That bastard."
Though Jack's voice was low, he made no effort to hide his feelings; his words reached everyone's ears.
I thought to myself '...'
Might as well play along; acting requires some seriousness. "Purely."
My words carried a tone of anger too; in truth, I was frustrated about having to carry this nearly two-hundred-pound guy for another stretch. Just thinking about it was overwhelming.
Fatty's words left everyone in silence, even the two Hakka People lowered their heads to pack their bags, not wanting to meet the gaze of this intimidating figure.
As if to balance my feelings, Fatty handed the weapon-laden backpack to the Vietnamese. What puzzled me was that he even hung an AK-47 around A San's neck. I nearly gasped in shock; didn't he fear that A San would turn on him?
Finally, Fatty approached me and tucked a handgun into my waist.
Seizing the moment, I mouthed to him, "Why give the gun to the Vietnamese? He can't be trusted."
Fatty pointed to his waist and mouthed back, "The bullets are with me."
Damn. I was at a loss for words; Fatty really was meticulous.
"Let's go," Fatty commanded with authority. (To Be Continued...)
Comment 0 Comment Count