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Fatty did not disturb my state of contemplation. I sat half-reclined, staring at the pristine Flower Board. At that moment, a figure clad in black with glowing wolf-like eyes appeared in my mind's eye, replaying the scene of his ambush against me. His movements were incredibly swift; he had approached me under the cover of darkness while I was lost in thought, observing me closely as he drew near. He had two opportunities to strike, both aimed at lethal points. What kind of grudge did he have against me?
I had to abandon the notion of coincidence; it was too far-fetched.
Although Fatty pointed his suspicions at Jack, I couldn't agree with his perspective after analyzing various factors. This operation was initiated by AE contacting me. If I were an unnecessary pawn, they could have easily bypassed me without needing to involve me and then eliminate me afterward; that would be utterly foolish. Could it be because of Xiao Ting?
That seemed to be the only potential reason. Just as Jack had hinted to me, Xiao Ting knew more than she let on. They must have included me in this operation to keep Xiao Ting under control, knowing she would seek my help first. Now that they no longer needed me, did they still require Xiao Ting?
After listening to my analysis, Fatty gritted his teeth and said, "Once we enter the mountains, we'll take him out."
I immediately felt alarmed. This was merely an analysis; there was no evidence to justify eliminating someone. Moreover, we were in the country—if there were real evidence, it would be better to hand it over to the authorities rather than resorting to such drastic measures. Who did he think he was?
Before I could respond, Fatty added menacingly, "Anyone who dares to touch my friends and women is asking for trouble."
I pointed at the door with a frown. "Get out."
I couldn't afford to lose face like this. Xiao Ting viewed him as a plague, yet here he was treating Miss Ren as if she were his possession and acting as if he were justified.
Fatty paused for a moment and glared at me. "Am I wrong? This is your problem—you’re indecisive about everything. He’s already after your life, and you still won’t fight back. At this rate, you’ll end up dead at his hands."
You really couldn’t approach problems with conventional thinking when dealing with Fatty; his attitude only reinforced my determination about this group—I had to make him acknowledge my stance within it. I glanced at the IV bottle; it was nearly empty, so I pressed the call button for the nurse to remove the needle.
Once the nurse left, I turned to Fatty and said, "The situation is quite complicated right now. We only suspect Jack; we can’t confirm anything yet. There are other possibilities—other forces might be behind this too, like the Vietnamese Gang. It’s hard to determine, right? If we want to find out who’s truly pulling the strings, we need to draw them out into the open. Since I'm in a group with Jack, regardless of whether he’s behind this or not, he will likely make another move against me. Being in a group with you won’t work; your intimidating presence would scare anyone off before they even tried."
Moreover, if their target includes Xiao Ting, would you feel comfortable with her being in the same group as Jack? I certainly wouldn't. If we split up, my task will be to draw out the mastermind, while your task will be to protect Xiao Ting. Both tasks are crucial and carry their own dangers, so we must separate, do you understand?
"Then let's not split up. Why do we have to? Didn't Jack hire the Search Team from Hong Kong? Let them search for Cao Mingzhe's whereabouts. The four of us should stick together. If we must split up, let Jack handle the backup team and assist in searching for Cao Mingzhe. That way, you won't be so anxious."
"Are you foolish? Do you think splitting up is just to leave one group searching for Cao Mingzhe?" Without the IV drip restricting me, I could move freely now. As I strolled slowly, I scolded Fatty with a tone that held a hint of menace. "The Vietnamese Gang we saw in Beipanjiang Town is no longer the same four who left Laos; two of them are gone, meaning those two Vietnamese who left Laos have disappeared. I can't believe you didn't notice that. So where did they go? If they are behind the threats against me, shouldn't we have a group monitoring and protecting us? Even if it's considered backup?"
Fatty fell silent for a moment. "Your speculation is even less credible. They need your help; there’s no reason to eliminate you. Of course, I noticed the changes in their personnel, but it's more likely they are staying back as support or on the periphery, and it’s even possible they won’t follow us into the mountains."
"These are all our speculations. To be safe, we must leave a group for backup. Do you really trust leaving Jack as backup? We have to separate; if Jack is close to me, I can keep an eye on him, but putting him in the same group as Xiao Ting is dangerous."
Fatty stood up irritably; my words left him unable to argue back, yet he didn’t want to yield to my plan either. He frowned, his eyes darting anxiously.
"Honestly, I'm more worried about Xiao Ting. At least I have some self-defense skills; if she encounters danger like this, where will we go to regret it?" Seeing that Fatty was showing signs of compromise, I quickly pressed on: "Give me that handgun; with it, general threats won't endanger my life. And you must ensure Xiao Ting's safety; she absolutely cannot get into trouble."
Fatty sighed and sat back down in his chair. "I'll follow you."
"Of course, but don’t stay too close; it would be bad if they noticed us. I'll leave traces along the way. Also, keep an eye out for any other teams following us. If there are any, they might have ulterior motives; don’t expose yourself. Contact me first before deciding what to do."
Fatty shot me a glare but said nothing. Judging by his expression, if he did discover someone tailing us, he probably wouldn’t inform me and would just take care of it himself.
Noticing Fatty's bad mood and trying to break the silence, I asked casually, "Where did that handgun come from?"
Fatty kept his head down and didn’t move or answer me. Seeing his state, I decided not to press further; he needed time to recover on his own. I thought things would improve once we set off.
We sat in silence for a moment before my phone rang. I picked it up to see that it was Jack calling. "Xiao Ting and I have arrived. Where are you staying?"
They were quite fast. I told Jack the name of the hotel and quickly headed back to meet him.
When Fatty and I returned to the hotel, Jack and Xiao Ting were having coffee in the hotel's western restaurant. Jack and Xiao Ting looked surprised at the bandage on my chin and asked, "What happened to you?"
Fatty, with a pale face, sat down next to Xiao Ting while I took a seat across from her, trying to appear relaxed. "I ran into a thief and got into a fight. He didn't even manage to stab me with a knife; I scared him off, but he did manage to scratch me a bit."
Xiao Ting's face turned white as she stared blankly at me, tears welling up in her eyes. I sighed inwardly; I had no idea how she felt. Perhaps she saw me as family, or maybe she just felt guilty. Regardless of her feelings, I needed to provide an explanation for this incident—it was for Xiao Guolin.
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