There was no forced entry; they appeared quite polite.
In the office, Brother Hao had just hung up the phone when he looked toward the entrance, his mouth dry, swallowing a gulp of saliva.
He seemed to have anticipated this.
— Those people had come again.
Behind him stood Hou, trembling, his face tinged with panic.
Brother Hao kicked Hou: "You go open the door."
Hou took a deep breath, then let it out slowly, trying hard to appear calm, and then walked to the office door, turning the handle.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a delicate, pretty face wearing sunglasses and red, glossy lips slightly pursed, lifting with a smile.
Beside this beauty was a familiar face, with sunken eyes, a thin, hawk-nosed profile, and holding a cane in his hand.
"Little Hou, is it? We meet again," Lucas said with a smile, speaking politely.
Hou's reaction was genuine.
