If the two brothers die, what will happen to the remaining family members?
"Let's go, take them back to the casino. This is their fate, the path they chose, and they must see it through to the end!" I threw away my cigarette butt and got into the car.
They hesitated for a moment, then quickly got in the car, started the engine, and headed towards the Golden Casino.
Ah Mao deviated from the planned route to repay a favor by freeing someone through a back road.
Given his loyalty and righteousness, how could I let him down?
Even if something happens to me, Chen Weiqiang and the others would be implicated.
Whether I rescue them or not, it doesn't matter. The real issue is this brutal environment.
"Be smart when you get to the casino. If your family has money, they can ransom you back."
After some thought, I decided to give a reminder.
My Apple phone kept ringing incessantly, so I turned it off.
The phone needed the dead general's fingerprint to unlock, and I couldn't open it. If it had a tracker, we'd be in big trouble.
A girl, trembling, asked, "Are you going to sell me?"
I didn't want to explain. "Think whatever you want. I'm not a good person."
As we spoke, we arrived at the underground parking lot of the Golden Casino.
A trip that normally takes over thirty minutes, we completed in twenty by speeding.
This city has no surveillance, and no one would notice us driving in late at night.
Moreover, with the license plate removed and the car being a common model, no one would suspect anything.
The constant sound of ambulances in Myawaddy, either rescuing people or transporting them, also helped us blend in.
"Call them and have them come down to take the people away," I said weakly, leaning back in my seat.
Ah Mao opened the car door and insisted that I go upstairs. "You go upstairs and rest. Leave this to me."
"We need to wait until they come down; otherwise, there'll be questions."
I got out of the car, opened the ambulance's rear door, and let Ah Ding out.
The women inside were confused, huddled in the van and looking at us with terrified eyes.
But before Ah Mao could make the call, Liu Shiyi and the cunning old fox Ace appeared with a group of armed thugs.
I approached them, took off my mask, and said, "Professor, the task is complete!"
"Slap!"
I was greeted with a loud slap.
Stunned, I looked at Ace, the crafty old man, feeling anger welling up inside me.
Ace poked my chest and shouted, "At least you have some sense and didn't let them go!"
Seeing me get hit, Ah Mao quickly explained, "Professor, after Little Bottle killed the general and his son, he feared the general's platoon would come for us, so he deviated from the route to avoid them..."
"Shut up!"
Ace glared at him and ordered, "Lock them in the basement. You, follow me to the office!"
Liu Shiyi, silent throughout, just twisted his fingers and frowned at the women in the car, thinking who knows what.
Mao Dinglun, watching from the side, seemed disappointed to see me return unscathed.
I didn't see Yanzi and Tang Tian; she might be sleeping at the hotel. It's not convenient for a woman to mix with these devils.
"Yes!"
Swallowing my anger, I followed Ace to his office with Ah Mao and his brother.
The fate of those women and the car was no longer my concern.
Even if I didn't rescue them, they'd end up dead in the warlord's home.
At least here, they had a slim chance of survival.
Letting them go would be foolish; they wouldn't survive the night and would meet a tragic end in the Burmese jungle.
As the elevator doors closed, I saw the van slowly drive into the underground parking lot...
Entering the office, the old fox took off his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "Speak!"
I hesitated, unsure where to start.
"Professor, we killed two women during the raid and brought back thirteen. We killed five bodyguards, four doctors, including the general's eldest son.
I destroyed the surveillance, so no one will suspect us. Little Bottle was brave and clever, leaving no traces."
Ah Mao didn't mention deviating from the route; if he did, we'd all be beaten half to death.
That route took only ten extra minutes, causing the old fox's suspicion.
Calming myself, I asked, "Professor, don't you trust me?"
Ace stared at me for three seconds, then laughed. "Of course I trust you. Why else would I give you such an important task?"
"Thank you for your trust, Professor. The task is complete. I'll accept any punishment you deem fit."
If he truly intended to kill me, I'd take him down with me.
Ah Mao and Ah Ding wouldn't stop me in time, nor dare to retaliate afterward.
After all, they couldn't beat me.
But unless it's a life-or-death situation, I wouldn't gamble with my life.
"How could I kill you? You're my precious! Tell me, am I raising a tiger that will bite me?"
Ace put his glasses back on and placed his hands on my shoulders, smiling coldly.
He was testing me. For a moment, I even suspected Ah Mao and his brother were spies monitoring me.
But I quickly dismissed the thought.
They were simply cooperating with me, with no ill intentions.
Looking into Ace's fierce and deep eyes, I calmly said, "Professor, I'm not a tiger. I'm just a piglet trying to survive. You'll always be the king."
Ace released me after a moment, laughing heartily. "Haha, you're sensible. I like your attitude.
The task was done excellently. I promised a reward, and I keep my word!
Here's twenty thousand RMB. You two go rest."
He handed the prepared cash to the nervous Ah Mao.
"Thank you, Professor!"
Ah Mao respectfully accepted the money and quickly left with the silent Ah Ding.
"Come, take care of this Western account. I'll have the kitchen prepare a Chinese feast to celebrate."
So, he kept me here to make money.
He didn't care about my life or if I was injured!
To eat and rest, I had to make big money first!
Heartless old man!
"Got it."
I feigned happiness, sat on the couch, and started typing on his Apple laptop.
After a night of chaos, I was exhausted. Even if I wasn't focused on closing deals, I had to push myself.
Otherwise, he might shoot me in the back.
What wouldn't he do for money?
At this hour, it's just evening in the West, and potential targets are online.
The account was secretly managed by Chen Weiqiang; I was just wrapping it up. It was easy to handle.
One Western rich old lady was particularly insistent on seeing my body.
No way would I strip for her!
So, I quickly found some attractive, muscular nude photos on Ace's computer and sent them.