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Zhou Yinkun's thirty kilograms of LSD arrived in the early morning, just as he had promised Zhou Yaohui.
Once the goods were delivered, they were quickly funneled through the old channels, trading at the nearest point to the dock. Once the goods left their hands, any losses were no longer the dealer's concern.
After Usoko inspected the goods, he reported back to his boss, Ivan. Zhou Yinkun sat in the car while A Yao showed him the transaction records. The man smiled and waved his hand casually, and the car sped away.
True to his word, he took Kana on vacation to Sha Mei Island, where they stayed for nearly a month.
Sha Mei Island is a small island located in the Thai Gulf, about 220 kilometers southeast of Bangkok. The island is a National Park, with numerous natural beaches on its eastern shore and famous for its sunsets on the western side.
With Kana by his side, Zhou Yinkun's hand healed quickly. The flesh knitted together, and it functioned as it always had, though it left an unsightly scar.
A Yao followed at a distance. Every time he saw Zhou Yinkun's hand wrapped in bandages or the red marks left after the bandages were removed—slowly scabbing over into scars—he couldn't help but recall everything that had happened that day at Sathorn Tower.
If he felt this way, what thoughts might Brother Kun have when he looked at it?
Zhou Xiaxia's wounds on her back and neck had also healed significantly. Although some marks remained visible, she could now speak normally without pain.
Initially, she had trouble sleeping for half a month after that phrase "You wait for me." The dark circles under her eyes worried Sama so much that he wanted to take her to the hospital for a check-up.
Now, nearly a month later, there had been no retaliation from him. Did that mean it was all over?
Thinking back now still sent shivers down her spine. She had actually bitten Zhou Yinkun—and quite severely at that. If her father hadn't agreed to his terms, she feared Zhou Yinkun might have snapped her neck right then and there.
Ultimately, Xiaxia felt it was her fault. If she hadn't gone out that night, would she have encountered Zhou Yinkun? Would he have had the chance to call her father using her phone? Yet, she also sensed something was amiss.
No matter how hard she racked her brain, she couldn't figure it out. The more she recalled that man's face, the colder and more tremulous her heart became. The cake ordered for Song En was ultimately picked up by her mother; photos and birthday wishes were sent over, but there was still no response.
Xiaxia waited for a long time and finally received a notification for the International Charity Summer Camp registration.
Every year in early June, before the new school year begins, the Thai Chamber of Commerce and the Thai Ministry of Culture jointly organize a Charity Summer Camp for high school students. The event lasts for a month and is divided into three parts: charity sales, sports competitions, and knowledge contests.
The funds raised from the charity will be used for medical assistance to children with illnesses in Thailand, orphanages, education, and support for unemployed families. The results of the sports and knowledge competitions will be included in students' academic records. If one wishes to apply to prestigious schools like Chulalongkorn University, this opportunity cannot be missed.
She also wondered if Song En would see this registration notice and appear at the Charity Summer Camp as well.
Xiaxia's academic arrangements pleased Zhou Yaohui and his wife, but they were still concerned about her safety going alone to Pattaya for the Summer Camp.
Zhou Yaohui suggested that Sama accompany Xiaxia, but she refused. Since the food and accommodation for the Summer Camp were all organized together, and there would be teachers and volunteers accompanying them throughout, she felt it was unnecessary. She was about to enter high school; she couldn't rely on her mother like she did when she was younger. It was time for her to stand on her own.
Hearing her words, Zhou Yaohui nodded with satisfaction. He felt a mix of emotions; that little girl had grown up. This large-scale charity event would see participation from nearly all high school students who could afford the registration fee, and those children came from affluent backgrounds, so the organizers could not afford to be careless.
Moreover, Zhou Yinkun seemed to be on vacation; aside from him occasionally bothering younger relatives out of boredom, hardly anyone knew Xiaxia's true identity. If one were to say it was unsafe, it really wasn't that unsafe at all.
Thus, Xiaxia packed her things and followed her teachers' arrangements to board the charity bus heading to Pattaya at her school gate.
Zhou Yinkun appeared to be vacationing on Sha Mei Island but had actually left several times during his stay.
That evening, while he and Kana were enjoying the sea breeze and watching the night view over the ocean, A Yao approached with Zhou Yinkun's phone in hand. "Brother Kun."
Zhou Yinkun glanced at the number and clicked his tongue impatiently. "Is this ever going to end?"
Seeing Zhou Yinkun's expression while she was cutting fruit for him, Kana knew it must be business-related. She put down the knife and said naturally, "I'll go brew some flower tea."
"No need," Zhou Yinkun said as he grasped her wrist. "You keep doing what you're doing."
Kana was a bit surprised, but she obediently sat down beside him. The spot on her wrist where he had held her felt slightly warm, and her cheeks flushed.
The man next to her, however, was oblivious to her subtle changes. He picked up the phone and spoke lazily, “Hello, Brother Tasan.”
“Hey, A Kun, don’t call me that, you scared me!” The man on the other end sounded to be in his forties, speaking with poor Chinese and a flattering tone. “I heard you’ve been moving goods lately?”
Zhou Yinkun narrowed his eyes. “Who told you that?”
“Well, it’s from a brother who escaped to Russia. He said there’s a high-quality LSD on the market. This stuff is expensive and hard to come by; without the right skills, it’s impossible. There’s quite a bit of stock in Russia. Besides your family, who else could supply it? Your old man hasn’t been involved in this for years, and I haven’t heard about your brother dealing with the Russians either. But you… weren’t you planning to set up a military factory with them? Is that why…”
Zhou Yinkun scoffed. “Enough. I’ll be straightforward with you: this year’s supply is finished. Unless there’s something special, my old man won’t agree to move more. If you want it, wait until next year.”
“What? You’re turning down money that’s being offered to you, A Kun?”
“The larger the quantity, the bigger the noise it makes. Money that comes easy can cost you your life.”
Zhou Yinkun usually disliked listening to his father’s lectures, but using those words to shut Tasan up felt just right.
“Yeah, it’s true; your old man has been cautious all these years.” Zhou Yinkun was tired of his nonsense and was about to hang up when Tasan added, “So A Kun, this is a special situation for me. Do you think your old man would agree?”
Still not finished, Zhou Yinkun replied, “Let’s hear it.”
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