"Boss, what do you mean by that? Say that again and I might just turn against you. If it weren't for you, I would have been dead a long time ago. But, boss, I have to admit, you've got good taste. Sister-in-law is gorgeous, and she's the chairman of a huge group. No wonder you'd rather hide out here than go back. If I were you, I'd do the same. But, boss, you'd better pray for good luck, and make sure that little girl Mandala doesn't find out, or else, just think about the consequences."
On the other end of the phone, Fu Tu's voice carried a trace of intense schadenfreude.
"Fu Tu, you're getting more and more gossipy. But, I don't know what would happen if Mandala knew about this, but I'm sure if she heard what you're saying right now, you wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight. You might find snakes or scorpions in your bed, or who knows what you could end up eating during your meals, believe it or not."
