Chapter 175 [Fatty’s Advice]

After that call, I had been unable to contact the fat man for half a day, and no one answered his satellite phone. I couldn't help but worry about him: Although I knew that this fat man had great powers, the situation on the previous call did not sound optimistic...

The room was full of messy clothes and skirts, and women's underwear. I was so crazy last night that I didn't even notice how many bottles of wine we drank in total.

Anyway, there were already a row of empty whiskey bottles on the ground. I looked at it and there were more than a dozen bottles. The sofas and street stalls in the room were all covered with people. The girls were all dressed in disheveled clothes and looked straight, and they looked quite attractive at such a sudden glance.

Hangover and carnival, and there were still people sleeping until around 10 a.m. Some girls woke up and looked tired and ran over to find cigarettes to smoke.

Such a scene made me feel a little emotional. At least in the past, I often experienced such a carnival scene when I was working in a nightclub.

Some ladies did not rush to wear clothes after waking up - they went crazy last night, and they didn't care about their naked bodies, but just pulled them over and didn't know whose coat it was, and put them on briefly. Someone generously asked me if I had any cigarettes.

I smiled, took out a hundred dollars and threw it to one of them, and asked her to go out to buy cigarettes.

I know that the highest-end cigarette in Vietnam is called Shengli Pi cigarettes, and the high-end one is only about twenty yuan a pack. The lady immediately smiled and ran out on tiptoe with the banknotes. In a moment, she took back a few packs of cigarettes. Then a group of girls came over to grab cigarettes and smoke them.

I rubbed my temples and felt a little headache.

Although I didn’t drink too much last night, I had a long conversation with Hong Da early in the morning and I had to think about too many things in my mind. I felt that I was not energetic enough.

There was also that fat man... Alas. I sighed and called again, but it still couldn't get through.

After Hong talked to me early in the morning, it seemed that the burden in his heart had been removed. He felt relaxed and hugged two girls to the small private room next door to replenish his sleep. And I had to worry about my next plan.

Siro

In the morning, the three of us were about to leave the nightclub. I sprinkled lots of money, and the style of the old man was enough here. The nightclubs, from the foreman to the waiter, all tipped me.

I glanced at Siro. Siro was more energetic than me, but he was very depressed. I smiled at him, and he grinned at me, making me look ugly. I threw a pack of cigarettes over. Siro didn't say much, just smoked.

I know, he needs some things to figure it out.

At this time, a pair of soft hands gently pressed on my head, and then I felt the woman's soft fingers pressing on my temple. I gently rubbed it and massaged it.

I looked back and saw that it was the mixed-race beauty. I smiled at her: "Awaken?"

Her hair was very fluffy, and she looked lazy when she just woke up. But her eyes were bright. She gave me a gentle massage and whispered: "I'm fine. Fortunately, I went out with you last night..."

Her fingers gently clamped the ring I hung around my neck.

I didn't say anything, but she seemed to be curious: "Is this silver... Why did you hang the ring around your neck?" I didn't answer. I just slowly took her hand away and smiled: "I can't tell you the secret."

She grimaced at me.

After resting for a while, I looked at the time and it was almost eleven o'clock. I immediately turned over and sat up, patted her on the face: "Okay, it's time for me to leave."

I asked Xiluo to go to the next room and call Hong Da, and then I started to tidy up my clothes. The mixed-race beauty handed me a business card with two fingers. She smiled on her face: "This is my phone number. If you have time, remember to come to me."

I took it over and took a look. The business card had a faint fragrance. On a small business card, a name and phone number were simply written.

"This is my personal business card. It's not for the guests." She explained with a smile: "The above is my real name... Remember my name."

After saying that, she came over and kissed me in the face, with a cunning look in her eyes: "Can you tell me your name?"

"Xiao Wu." I answered simply.

"Xiao Wu..." She pressed her body against me and muttered in my ear. Then she chuckled softly and whispered: "You are very good, I like you very much."

When he walked out of the nightclub, Hong Dadi was in good spirits. He seemed to have put down a heavy burden and his whole body was obviously much more relaxed. I glanced at this guy and felt a little helpless. Siro looked much better, at least his face was not so gloomy.

I patted his shoulder: "Okay. Now I'll find a place to eat and fill my stomach." He smiled at me... and then said to me very seriously: "Xiao Wu, I figured it out."

"Hmm?" I was stunned for a moment.

"You are my good brother." The boy looked serious: "You won't lie to me! No matter what you say or do, I believe you!"

We found a Vietnamese restaurant and went in to eat something. I ate two bowls of chicken noodles, but Hong Da killed ten "head-lossed eggs" in one breath, which were the kind of "duck eggs". Seeing him stuffing those furry little things into his mouth, I could only sigh. Anyway, I couldn't eat this kind of thing.

Finally, at around twelve o'clock noon, I received the call! It was from Fatty Fang!

"Boy, are you still alive?" The fat man on the other end of the phone said in a weak voice.

I breathed a sigh of relief: "I should ask you this sentence."

The fat man smiled on the other end: "Damn, this time I was lucky, and I almost sank the boat and turned into a salty soup to soak the old dog." He joked, and then his tone quickly became serious: "Okay, where are you now?"

"Hanoi." I looked around and then posted the street name.

The fat man smiled on the other end and said, "It seems that you will be a bodyguard for a few more hours. I am in Xialong Bay now, so I can only ask you to bring that guy over to see me."

After the fat man finished speaking, he coughed twice. I heard something was wrong and frowned and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"Damn it, I hung up some lottery, but it's okay." He smiled on the other end of the phone, his voice still heroic: "Don't worry, I'm very lucky. Come here quickly with that guy. I can only stay here for a day."

Xia Long Bay is not far from Hanoi... Anyway, the whole of Vietnam is not very big. I simply stopped a taxi on the spot and asked if he would like to take us to Halong Bay.

The driver looked at the three of us in surprise, hesitated for a moment, and then talked to Hong Da about the price in a long while.

I knew this driver was making excuses, and the purpose was to simply raise the price. I was too lazy to talk to him, so I threw out two hundred yuan and said lightly: "It's just that much, if you refuse, I'll look for someone else."

Sure enough, the driver immediately smiled brightly, said a few words to Hong Da in local words, and even jumped out of the car to open the door for us.

Hong Da sighed to me, "You guy, you are so generous."

I curled my lips: "Time doesn't wait for anyone, we spend money on time. Besides, if you stay here for one more minute, there will be one more minute of danger."

The car drove out of Hanoi City quickly, and I looked at the city that was leaving. I sighed in my heart and thought to myself, I will never want to come to this place again in my life!

The driver charged a high-priced fare and worked very hard when driving. After more than three hours, we had arrived near a private wharf in Xialong Bay.

I found this place according to the address I reported on the phone with the fat man on the road. This is a cruise ship dock, with yachts anchored on both sides, but many of them are tourist companies' boats. Not far away is a fisherman's wharf, and there are many people coming and going.

This place is a bit dilapidated. Walking on the pier, many of the wooden boards under your feet are aged and loose, and they creaked when they step on them. I searched for a while, looking for the figure of a fat man among the dense boats parked on both sides, but suddenly saw a figure standing there in the distance, waving to me.

I looked at it intently and recognized it. This was the Vietnamese man under the fat man!

It was the Vietnamese who sent me to smuggle out to sea and drove the motorboat! It was he who gave me a bottle of glucose liquid water before I got on the boat. The bottle of water later saved my life!

He was wearing shorts, barefoot and dark-skinned, standing next to a white yacht and waved to me. When I walked over, I saw a piece of gauze sticking on his hand. I gestured to him, and he grinned. Then he pointed to the yacht beside him and signaled us to get on the boat.

He quickly became busy, untied the cable, and then took the bucket to the ashore to store fresh water.

This is an old yacht. The hull has not been painted for a long time and is a little dilapidated. After walking up, Hong Dadi's eyes looked a little alert, and I relaxed because I heard a familiar laugh!

The fat man's laughter came out of the cabin. I went over and kicked the door open. I jumped in first. Sure enough, I saw the fat man leaning on a chair, holding a bottle in his hand. He was cross-legged, revealing a wound on his left calves. He was carefully pouring out some medicine from the bottle and sprinkling it on the wound. It was obvious that the muscles in his eye corners were twitching, but the more it hurt, the more he smiled on his face.

"What the hell are you doing?" I frowned, with excitement on my face: "Brother, we're meeting again!"

The fat man looked up and looked at me, with a smile on his face, and waved, "Come here! Damn, you are here, help me with medicine! I have also hung a color on my back!"

My heart sank, and I frowned and walked over: "What's wrong with you?"

I saw that the wound on his calves was very deep, the flesh on both sides turned over, a lot of blood was bleeding, and a lot of cotton balls and gauze stained with blood were thrown on the ground. The fat man grinned and inhaled, shaking his big head constantly.

"why are you laughing?"

"Damn, it hurts so much!" The fat man glared and said, "I can't cry like this big man! So I have to be amused! The more it hurts, the more I laugh!"

I sighed, took the medicine bottle from his hand, helped him deal with the wound on his calf, and wrapped him with gauze. The fat man sighed and took off his coat. I saw a lot of blood on the coat, and he threw the clothes on the ground, then pointed to the two seats in the cabin, looked at Xiluo and Hongda standing at the door, and smiled and said, "Two guests, just sit."

But I frowned and stared at the fat man's back. There was a wound on his back, which was obviously scratched. I looked at him in confusion, and he exhaled: "Shredded pieces. Mom..."

I helped him with the medicine and frowned, "Your wound needs to be sutured. Do you have any needles here?"

The fat man waved his hand: "No need, I don't know how to sew wounds? It's crooked and I'll have to remove the heavy seam when I go back! You can help me with medicine first, and I'll find someone to do it for me when I go back." After a pause, he smiled and said, "Such a small injury will not kill anyone!"

"What's going on?" I whispered.

"I met an opponent at sea. Everyone flew a fight, and I sank a boat from them, and then ran away." The fat man glanced at me: "It was done by Vietnamese."

His tone was a little vague. I knew that there were outsiders present and he couldn't explain it too clearly, so I didn't ask anymore. I just quickly wrapped his wounds and handed him a cigarette: "Is there morphine on the boat?"

"I've used it." The fat man smiled: "Okay, let's talk about serious things."

After not seeing the fat man for many days, he is still round. However, his skin is a little dark, maybe it was sunbathed on the sea. His body is still very strong, and he still smiles so brightly and heroically, looking like he is not afraid of the world. His little eyes are still flashing with a cunning light...

The fat man was also looking at me. He looked at me up and down several times and sighed slowly: "Xiao Wu, you have changed a lot!"

"Oh?" I smiled.

"You look like you." The fat man smiled: "You look much more mature, unlike when I first met you."

I smiled simply, then pointed at Xiluo and Hongda behind me: "This is the brother who came with me to do business this time..." I looked at Xiluo: "Boy, call me brother, this is our old senior."

The fat man waved his hand and smiled at Xiluo. Then he looked at Hong Da with a smile in his eyes: "This... is our VIP this time, right?"

"This is Mr. Hong." I took a breath and said in a calm voice: "I said it on the phone."

The fat man nodded and looked at Hong Da. He smiled and said, "Brother, I am not convenient, so I won't get up and shake hands with you. Now everyone is on the same boat, take care of each other!" After pausing, he said lightly: "I have contacted the above. Tonight, you can take my boat and go with us. I will be responsible for sending you to a safe place...and then, the person in charge of our business here will meet and talk with you."

Hong Da nodded. His face was very serious.

The fat man glanced at me and said, "Okay, Xiaowu, your task has been completed. Now let me leave it to me... I will do the rest."

"Well, will I leave on your boat, too?" I asked.

The fat man smiled: "It's okay for you. It's okay if you're willing to leave on my boat, but it's just that the sea will be bumpy for a few days. Just don't shout that you can't stand it."

I frowned and looked at Siro and Hong Da: "Why do you have to take a boat? Let's just go back by plane."

The fat man sighed, and he looked at me with a strange smile. He shook his head and said, "Are you stupid? Take a plane? You two guys are naturally fine when taking a plane. But if Mr. Hong takes a plane, it is equivalent to falling into the trap!"

He smiled: "After all, this place is Vietnam, the territory of Vietnamese... Mr. Hong disappeared for a few days. Now Vietnamese must be looking for him everywhere... Let me be honest, you have been in Hanoi for so long and have not been found by Vietnamese. You are lucky!"
To be continued...