Chapter 181
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At this time, groups of men and women of all kinds were flirting and frolicking on Kings Cross Street. There were young men in short shirts and shorts, bare-chested women in sexy clothes, and office workers in suits and shiny leather shoes. They were also flirting with sexy women.
Glasses of beer were not meant to be drunk, but to be drunk. Therefore, from time to time, one could see drunk Westerners singing and making a ruckus on the streets. Some of them even hugged a tree while twisting their waists and swaying their buttocks. It looked very ugly, but no one would laugh at them.
This was a famous red-light district. No matter what kind of behavior people did, they would be tolerated because it was not strange.
The room was soundproof. No matter how noisy it was outside, the room was still quiet.
After Ye Chien sent out the signal, she quietly waited for Xia Jinyuan's next instructions. He knew where she was and would definitely rush over.
She trusted him so much.
"Take a break. We'll talk later." After she was done, she saw that Gao Yiyang was still trying to figure out how to open the window. Ye Chien sat on the floor and said calmly, "Take a break first. What are you in such a hurry for?"
After Gao Yiyang failed to open the window for the fourth time, he sat down.
He did not sit close to her, but sat across from her. He frowned and stared at Ye Chien. "You don't seem to be afraid at all."
"Aren't you the same? You're not afraid." Ye Jian smiled faintly. She had always maintained absolute calmness and composure. "You don't have to be afraid of things that have already happened and things that can be resolved. It's useless to be afraid of the unknown before it happens."
He had thousands of questions to ask her, but they were all blocked by her one sentence.
After a long silence, Gao Yiyang laughed self-deprecatingly. "You're right. I'm the one who doesn't understand." He seemed to have thought of something. A hint of sarcasm appeared on his cold face, and then he fell into silence.
Ye Chien, who had her hand in the paper bag, did not respond. Her slender fingers moved slowly in the paper bag, and her fingertips gently slid across the gun. With a gun in hand, she felt very safe.
If the window was locked, one shot could solve it, but not now.
She needed to wait for Xia Jinyuan to contact her.
She already had no idea where Red Scorpion and the Vietnamese boy were. However, one thing she was certain of was that … since the foreign criminal suspect who made the deal with Red Scorpion was here and had even said that he would take care of them after midnight … Red Scorpion and the Vietnamese boy probably made the deal in this area.
The Chinese military had been keeping an eye on the Red Scorpions moving about outside, so the whereabouts of the drugs were definitely being monitored as well. Thus, what she needed to do was to wait quietly and then leave with Gao Yiyang.
Outside, the Western man who had lost his pistol ran through the hotel and ran outside to look for the girl. After finding nothing, he cursed and returned to the bar.
He had no idea when he lost his pistol, and he had no one to suspect. He could only blame himself for being too careless.
Over here, private possession was legal. If someone really picked up a gun, it was not impossible for them to secretly possess it.
Upstairs, the foreign criminal suspect had already made contact with Red Scorpion. Originally, he was supposed to make the deal at Red Scorpion's designated location, but he directly changed it to a bar. The reason was simple: his student was too disobedient!
The Vietnamese student had already been beaten by Red Scorpion until he was curled up in the car. He did not even dare to cry out in pain. The other Vietnamese boy in the car hugged a black bag and trembled as he sat to the side. He was so scared that his entire body was shaking.
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