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Upon hearing this, my expression changed.
When I initially decided to leave Da Zhang in Laos without returning, it was to have him support A San, but there was also the intention of keeping an eye on the Vietnamese. Whether it was the Vietnamese Gang or A San, I could not fully trust either of them. Now,
my concerns had indeed come true; A San had not given me any news, and Da Zhang had relayed the information back to me.
"What’s going on? Did something happen to A San?"
"It seems it’s not A San’s problem. Da Zhang got this news from A San; the information is unclear. It’s very likely that there are internal disagreements within the Vietnamese Gang regarding this transaction. It could also be about money."
"Has the price changed? It shouldn’t have. Wu Qitai has already assessed our situation and knows we are unclear about the amount of the final payment. If he demands a lion's share from Da Zhang, we have no choice but to comply with his demands. Money is a problem for us, but not for them."
"But there might be disputes over the distribution of profits. Who negotiated this deal with Xiao Guolin? Was it Jackal or Wu Qitai? Or someone else entirely? This deal is a juicy piece of meat, and everyone wants a share. I suspect that the information A San and Da Zhang revealed indicates internal disagreements within the Vietnamese Gang due to unequal profit sharing. After all, this deal has dragged on for too long, personnel involved in the transaction have changed, and buyer Xiao Guolin has gone missing. Ah Xiang from Vietnam died in Hakka People Valley; given Ah Xiang's position within the Vietnamese Gang, I suspect he was likely the Executor who dealt with Xiao Guolin."
The air was cold enough to freeze, and misty steam billowed from the pressure relief valve. It quickly turned into water vapor, thick white mist enveloping us like two people in a sauna. Yes, beads of water were forming on my forehead, but they were sweat. Any slight change in Laos could cause this transaction to fall through. And I seemed to have already seen it coming.
“Is Da Zhang still in the usual place?”
“Yes.”
“I’m heading to Laos.”
“Come on, what can you do there? I’ll go with Da Zhang, and I’ll just head over.”
“Dude, why are you looking down on me? At least I’m a fully functional person. You going? That’ll be quite a sight—a limping guy and a one-armed man causing chaos in Laos. You think this is some kind of play?”
With a sudden movement, Fatty jumped up from his wheelchair. Yes, he actually jumped.
“It’s not that I look down on you. In that place, I’d be more useful with one leg than you would be with all your limbs.”
I watched him walk across from me in disbelief and asked, “Your leg is better?”
“Of course, it healed a long time ago. I could run around the place half a month ago.”
“Then why are you still hanging around the hospital?”
“Because Xiao Ting is here with me. Once I leave the hospital, I won’t have this kind of treatment anymore.”
“Don’t you feel guilty? Making a girl take care of you in the hospital while pretending to be injured.”
“It’s not just one. There are two. Plus Liu Squad Leader.” Fatty shamelessly corrected me. “Do you think Xiao Ting wants to stay with the Task Force? That place is unbearable—constant scrutiny. That guy named Chen drives the Hakka People nearly insane, locking them in, not even letting them out for meals, just calling room service.”
"Well, the Hakka people have never experienced this. Don't dwell on it. If you ask an old Hakka who has never left the Valley about the current era, he might not even know."
"Stop talking about that. You can't go alone. If something happens over there, you and Da Zhang won't be able to handle it."
"What should we do then? Are you coming with me?"
"I..."
Fatty ’s words nearly made me blurt out, 'Why can't I go?'
But I really couldn't go. I was probably under constant surveillance right now; leaving Laos or even just leaving the City could lead to a warrant for my arrest. And it was likely a red warrant issued by the military—the highest level, which could result in being shot on sight.
"You’re not angry anymore, are you? You need to have an objective assessment of yourself. Don’t rush into everything; some things will take you down if you stick your head out, understand? Just leave this matter to me and Da Zhang. You just wait for news. By the way, prepare the money; don’t drop the ball at a critical moment."
"I have a direct line to A San."
"I know, Da Zhang is with me. What about you? Who else knows about this phone?"
"No one else, so far I've only spoken with A San. He told a few people, but I'm not sure who."
"Alright, I got it. Don’t let this leak out from your side. This phone will be on twenty-four hours a day; I'll notify you as soon as I have any leads."
"Stay safe."
"Stop nagging."
"Let's settle the money issue as soon as possible, so I have a clear idea. Otherwise, if I suddenly ask Cao Mingzhe for money, he won't have anywhere to get it from."
Fatty frowned. "This is troublesome. I'm not afraid of their lion's mouth, but I'm worried about their differing opinions. If we can't finalize the money, European won't ship. We seem to have plenty of time now, but if someone up top makes a decision, we'll have to set off."
"It won't be too early." I waved my hand dismissively. "Based on experience, any large-scale operation in Lop Nur must happen between spring and summer. Now and after autumn won't work; if the Black Sandstorm comes, we're done for. The last time we lost so many people was because of the Black Sandstorm. The leaders and team members know how dangerous it is; they won't be foolish enough to go to their deaths. But after the New Year, things will get risky with operations possible at any time. You need to manage your timing well; if we still can't figure it out then, there will really be no hope left."
"Don't just talk; give me a cigarette. I haven't received any rewards for my efforts here. It's not fair to treat a matchmaker like this." Fatty suddenly threw out a comment that left me puzzled.
While I was still processing his words, Fatty had already reached into my pocket and pulled out a cigarette. However, he poked me with a finger while rummaging through my pocket.
"Honestly, that nurse is quite charming; I've spoken well of you to her." Fatty lit his cigarette and continued chatting. "She has a bit of a stubborn temper, but she showed you interest the first time you met. That fiery personality—definitely the standard fiery red lips type."
I forced a smile, not turning around casually but scanning the surroundings with my eyes. Fatty and I were enveloped in thick mist; from the outside, it was likely impossible to see that there were two people inside, but we couldn't see outside either. My vision was completely obscured; I couldn't even make out a shadow.
But I knew Fatty could see something; otherwise, he wouldn't be rambling on about nonsense for no reason.
"Don't take it to heart that Miss Ren splashed water on you; that's just her way of showing interest. You know? I heard that in some places, if a woman likes a man, she directly gives him a knife."
"Come on. That's more about taking his life, isn't it? And I just realized that the woman he fantasized about, the one who splashed me, is actually that nurse. If she finds out, she might really stab me."
Normally, I would definitely throw a fit at him, but right now it's clear he's putting on an act. I have to play along and can't just stand there like a tree. I need lines.
"You're exaggerating! Who stabs someone upon meeting? This doesn't even feel like a blind date. It's too bloody."
"What are you talking about? That's not stabbing; that's a Token of Affection. Giving a knife is not the same as stabbing."
(To Be Continued...)
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