Chapter 94: The Missing Person
Before dawn broke, Gu Chacha woke up.
When she opened her eyes, her gaze unexpectedly met Chen Jiarong's, and his eyes were full of impatience.
Her heart jumped suddenly, and she knew something must have gone wrong.
She sat up instantly and quietly asked him, "What's wrong?"
Chen Jiarong's face darkened. "The two guys we sent to grab them... they've disappeared."
Gu Chacha was stunned. "Disappeared? How could they disappear?"
Didn't they say they'd hired Savar's underworld connections?
Chen Jiarong's lips turned down in annoyance. "They said they sent two guys, but by morning, neither had come back."
Two twenty-something young women—how could they have eaten the guys or something?
That useless Tiger was so cheap, he definitely didn't spend enough to hire the right people.
He took a deep breath and dialed Tiger's number. "Tell me straight—who exactly did you hire?"
On the other end of the line, Brother Hu chuckled sheepishly. "Just... some of my guys..."
Chen Jiarong's eyes darkened. "If you don't come clean, we're done cooperating."
"Don't say that! Brother Bao, I'm sorry! I really am sorry!"
He'd figured since they were just two young women, sending a couple of low-level thugs would be enough, so he hadn't wanted to spend the money.
Chen Jiarong asked him, "How much did you pay?"
Brother Hu sounded guilty. "Three thousand Savar baht, with another three thousand once the job was done..."
Chen Jiarong laughed in anger. "I gave you two hundred thousand, and you spent five hundred?"
Brother Hu weakly emphasized, "But they'd get another three thousand after the job..."
"That's still only a thousand total!"
How could he do this? He'd taken two hundred thousand and spent a thousand to get the job done.
He'd pocketed a hundred and ninety-nine thousand for himself—did he think Chen Jiarong was a fool?
He gritted his teeth. "Are you looking for death?"
Brother Hu quickly begged for mercy. "I'm sorry, Brother Bao, truly sorry... Tell you what, I'll arrange things right now—we'll get them tonight, no question."
Chen Jiarong snorted coldly. "If you mess this up again, you know what I'll do."
If it weren't for that northern tourism grand prize no one wanted to claim, he wouldn't have even used him.
Brother Hu naturally knew he wasn't someone to mess with, and quickly nodded. "Brother, don't worry. Tonight I'll send two real professionals—we'll definitely bring them back."
After hanging up, he furiously called Xiao Zuo and Xiao You. "Damn it! Where are you!"
Whether they'd succeeded or not, at least they should have sent word!
They'd taken his five hundred baht!
After calling several times with no answer, he couldn't help but wonder, "They didn't—they didn't just take my money and run, did they?"
Beside him, Xiao Qian burst out laughing. "Brother, what are you thinking? Five hundred baht—where could they even run to? They couldn't even buy a plane ticket home! You're overthinking it!"
Brother Hu glared at him. "Then you tell me—where did they go? Tell me!"
Xiao Qian said confidently, "They definitely went to go smoke some weed."
Brother Hu smacked him on the head. "Damn it! Who told you to smoke weed? Haven't I said it before—no smoking weed!"
Xiao Qian wasn't afraid of him at all. "That stuff is great—what's a couple hits gonna hurt?"
They were gangsters in Savar, what was a little weed?
Brother Hu said with frustration, "That stuff is addictive! And it's expensive!"
A bunch of good-for-nothings!
People who got into this life—who didn't want to go back to their hometown one day, all flashy and loaded, just to show off?
If they didn't save up some money now, how would they show off when they got old?
He didn't want to be a small-time gangster in Savar forever.
But Xiao Qian and the others were only in their teens; young people were always reckless. Being a gangster was so much fun.
Cool, crazy, decadent.
That was their ideal life.
Retire back home? Are you kidding? They weren't even twenty yet!
Brother Hu sighed. "Damn, saving money is so freaking hard!"
Even two hundred thousand baht—that wasn't enough to buy himself a few mink coats when he got old. And now he had to split it too. He really hated to part with it.
But there was no choice. If he screwed this up again, he wouldn't be able to operate in this area anymore.
He gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and finally picked up the phone to make another call. "Uh, Sang Biao—are you free tonight?"
Xiao Qian's jaw nearly dropped. "Wait, bro, are you kidding me? For a job this big, you're calling Sang Biao? What's the difference between Sang Biao and Xiao Zuo or Xiao You?"
There was a difference. Xiao Zuo and Xiao You together only cost five hundred, while Sang Biao alone cost five hundred.
His fee had literally doubled—what more of a splurge could you ask for?
...
Xiao Qian gave a thumbs-up. "Bro, still as cheap as ever."
His disgusted attitude made Tiger a bit guilty. "Was I being stingy again?"
Xiao Qian snorted. "What do you think? Have you ever been generous?"
If he hadn't been underage, he wouldn't be following this guy at all.
Man, two years in this life and his monthly earnings had never gone above five thousand.
Unbelievable. He'd earn more working in a factory back home than here.
Brother Hu thought for a moment, then gritted his teeth a little more. "Then I'll add another five hundred to bring Chunzi along?"
It really wasn't that he was cheap—it was just tying up two young women. It genuinely didn't call for this much!
He'd seen the girls' photos—both small and thin. Xiao Zuo and Xiao You should have been able to handle them!
Xiao Qian glanced at him. "Give me a thousand, and tonight I'll go with Sang Biao."
He'd take the money and buy some weed tomorrow.
He'd trained in some martial arts as a kid, and he was one of the best fighters among the crew. That was why he could talk so tough.
Brother Hu thought about it for a while, and in the end, he reluctantly shelled out more cash. "Fine. A thousand it is. Tonight, I need those girls brought in no matter what, or you'll pay the price!"
Xiao Qian smiled confidently. "Relax. When have you ever seen me fail?"
Hearing that, Brother Hu felt a bit more at ease.
He couldn't help but puzzle over where Xiao Zuo and Xiao You had gone off to.
He called around to a few weed-dealing contacts, and none of them had seen the two.
It was really strange—where could they have gone?
They were off being tour companions, of course.
Xiao You huddled in the trunk with tearful eyes: Brother Hu! Save me!
The Qi brothers had rented a sedan, stuffed Xiao Zuo and Xiao You into the trunk, and drove them around Savar for sightseeing.
Xiao Zuo didn't really care, as long as they didn't kill him.
But Xiao You couldn't take it! He'd been stabbed twice! And in the morning, when Qi Yuan stuffed him into the trunk, he'd casually pulled the scalpel out!
Right now, his stomach hurt so much—he was sure his intestines were spilling out. Wuwuwu...
He was only sixteen. He'd never even had a girlfriend. He didn't want to die...
In the driver's seat, Qi Jin didn't understand his brother. "Why not just take them to the police station?"
Qi Yuan smiled. "Aren't you curious? Why are gangsters from Savar targeting girls back home? What's the connection?"
Qi Jin: "If you're curious, then go to the police. That's what cops are for."
Qi Yuan gave a cold laugh. "There's a cop sitting right next to me, and has he gotten anything useful out of them?"
By the time Savar's useless cops figured things out, he'd already be back home.
Qi Jin frowned. "But last night, you stabbed that Xiao You twice. Isn't it a problem not sending him to the hospital?"
Qi Yuan gave him a sideways glance. "Pick up that morality of yours—he's a kidnapper."
If it hadn't been for pure luck that they'd bought those two girls' tour package, things would have gone completely differently.
He opened Qi Jin's phone—on social media, Pineapple Huang had posted again: "Ten portions of takoyaki—who do I owe this lifetime to?"
His eyes darkened in an instant. If they hadn't had passports, the ones who'd been crept up on last night would have been them.