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"Let's do this; you tell me what happened, and I'll repeat it." Luo Zhongwei ran his hand through his hair, "Brother, I don't want to die, I really don't want to die!"
Luo Zhongda thought for a moment and felt this approach was feasible, so he whispered, "Listen carefully, Second Brother. I have some gray-area business in the Myanmar Triangle, and Yang Xiaoyong was a trusted subordinate of the local human traffickers, taking care of me there. To repay him, when he got into trouble and hid in our place, I kept him in the old air raid shelter of our house. Yes, just say that."
"Brother, that's not right," Luo Zhongwei said, "It's clearly related to the organ trade on our Luo family cruise ship, and we were afraid that if he got caught, he would spill about our Luo family, so that's why we had to hide them..."
