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"You're not seeing ghosts, even though I can't see them, I can still feel it. The fear of the Lao People probably comes from instinct, using ghosts to explain things they can't understand. You wouldn't be that ignorant, would you?"
"Of course not," I paused, biting back my words as I shot a glare at Fatty. "I just don't understand what Guman Tong is. I certainly wouldn't mistake what I see for ghosts; I'm not that foolish. Now, tell me about your journey and how you found Cao Mingzhe and me. Also, I heard from Xiao Ting that you encountered some Vietnamese. What happened?"
Fatty quickly recounted his and Xiao Ting's experiences. The process was straightforward since he hadn't met Cao Mingzhe in person; their communication had been through Xiao Ting, so he didn't know much. Their encounter with the two Vietnamese was expected; Fatty had spotted them first and had taken their weapons while they were unprepared.
"I know I shouldn't have let them go; it might cause trouble later. But there was no choice—Xiao Ting was there, and I couldn't kill those two Vietnamese in front of her. If they had discovered us first, we would definitely be dead by now. You might have suffered even worse. But it’s useless; do you know anything about her?"
Fatty's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"She said: They are beasts; we are not, which is why we gave them a chance. What a kind girl."
I rolled my eyes at him. Only someone like you could think of such inhumane actions—having disarmed them yet still considering killing them. Even on the battlefield, there's a code against killing unarmed foes; don't you mercenaries understand that?
"Alright, I've got the gist of your situation. Let me share what happened on my end."
The circumstances we faced were far more complicated than theirs, and it took me a while to finish explaining everything. At that moment, I realized our faces were almost touching. Perhaps this was the only way for him to see what I was talking about.
"You know, your one comment revealed that we have someone with hearing difficulties among us, which could cause us trouble. Next time I come here, I might not receive unexpected information."
Fatty seemed enthralled, even gazing at me with an eager expression. "This is so damn thrilling! If I'd known it would be like this, I definitely wouldn't have settled for being a boring second-tier player. What? There's going to be a next time? I'll come with you! Oh, by the way, they've already noticed we have someone with hearing difficulties here. Once we started communicating verbally and in writing, they figured it out and began to communicate without words themselves. It was like that in the Underground Cavern; didn't A San tell you?"
I shook my head; how would I know? Since meeting A San, we hadn't really communicated much.
"How's your injury on your back? Wasn't it broken? How come I didn't notice?"
My story was so captivating that it was only then that he asked about my injury.
"It's much better now, but at the time, it hurt like hell. I thought I wouldn't survive. I felt like my bones were broken, while Jack had a torn ligament. You have no idea; he's just a veterinarian."
For any arrangement of Jack's words, Fatty felt quite pleased.
He chuckled lightly, "Let me take a look."
"You? Are you sure?"
"I've seen plenty of dead bodies—no, that's not right. I've seen more than enough injuries. I have experience."
A wave of disbelief washed over me.
Fatty ’s large hands pressed and kneaded along my back before finally giving it a firm slap. "No problem at all. Just like a calf."
I turned around, confusion written all over my face. "When I got hurt, I could feel the broken bone with my hand; there was a protrusion of bone. It almost killed me with pain."
Fatty's big eyes darted around. "That doesn't make sense. It shouldn't have healed this quickly or completely. Let me take another look; come on, lie down on the table."
Fatty swept the items off the table onto a chair.
I glanced at the height of the table and suddenly felt a chill run down my spine, my body stiffening slightly. My eyes glazed over with fear as I looked at Fatty, then suddenly shifted to the corner where Vietnamese was standing.
My instinctive action was clearly indicative to Fatty. Although I couldn't see his expression clearly, I could feel his anger radiating; the temperature in the room seemed to drop instantly.
Fatty extended a finger, speaking slowly, "This is my last time."
I slapped Fatty's hand away. "I know what you want, no need to play games with me. I know you're tough, just a real man. Heh."
With that, I walked over to the only bed in the room. "It's late, I need to rest."
Just as I lay down, I heard Fatty curse under his breath, "Damn!"
With a snap, Fatty flicked open a lighter, and in an instant, the oil lamp was lit, illuminating the room. In the Hakka People's Village, there was no electricity; they still relied on traditional oil lamps for light.
I looked at the oil lamp and suddenly snapped my fingers at Fatty.
He turned to look at me, his eyes still blazing with anger. Fortunately, it had been too dark for Vietnamese to see my expression earlier; if he knew that Fatty was furious because of that misunderstanding, and that his eyes were filled with murderous intent, he would surely think that the one who was going to be silenced was himself.
I made a gesture as if blowing out the lamp and then beckoned with my index finger.
I think Fatty misunderstood my meaning. His expression froze on his face, even his anger seemed to be stuck there. Suddenly, he grabbed the oil lamp but kept his eyes fixed on my face. The light from the lamp cast a glow on his face, revealing a third expression I had never seen before.
Damn it, this is too sinister. Everyone should know Koh Cheng-Tung's mischievous smile; transplant that expression onto Huang Bo's face, and it would be pretty close to Fatty's current look.
No way, that's not what I meant. I was about to break down right there.
As the oil lamp went out with a 'puff', I heard the sound of Vietnamese's teeth chattering in the corner of the room. He must have seen my gesture and Fatty's utterly exasperating smile. He didn’t jump up and run away; perhaps his legs had gone weak. I figured he probably lacked both interest and courage to witness what he thought was about to unfold next. This was indeed a scene where one could get silenced.
With a terrifying grin, Fatty approached my bed, bringing that infuriating face closer to mine.
I strongly suppressed my fear and mouthed to him, "Is it possible that among the Hakka People, specifically the three who entered the Underground Cavern, there are not only individuals with hearing impairments but also those with vision impairments? If so, that person should be Tang Yumo. Otherwise, letting her go down would be meaningless."
Fatty was taken aback. "Are you saying she can see our conversation?"
I nodded. "If my guess is correct, she can still see what we are doing and what is happening."
Fatty's eyes widened, and suddenly his face broke into a mischievous grin. "If something happens now, she can see it too?"
I felt a tightness somewhere in my body. "Die far away. As far as possible."
"But your earlier movements were quite flirtatious. Clearly trying to entice me."
I kicked at him. Fatty jumped aside, laughing as he moved to the makeshift bed I had made. "Don't give me a chance."
I turned away in anger to sleep. After a moment of reconsideration, I turned back to look at Fatty. It seemed this guy had left a psychological shadow on me. (To Be Continued...)
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