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Hearing those words, Zhou Xiaxia's face turned even paler. With tears welling in her eyes, she shook her head as if to tell her father on the other end of the line that she did not want to be taken care of by anyone.
At that moment, A Yao softly called out, "Brother Kun." Zhou Yinkun glanced at him and hung up the phone.
Seeing him get up, Zhou Xiaxia hurriedly followed suit.
"Take her back."
The man dropped this sentence and strode away. As she watched him enter the elevator, Zhou Xiaxia felt as if all her energy had been drained. She weakly leaned against the edge of the table to support herself.
Just then, the manager quickly approached. "Miss, we have arranged a car to take you home. Please follow me."
Zhou Xiaxia nodded, her voice faint. "Thank you."
The black Maybach was parked outside the bustling area of Pahphong.
This was the most vibrant part of Bangkok, filled with luxury hotels, shopping districts, and office buildings. Even on a hot April afternoon at four-thirty, it was still crowded with people. During the day, it was a lively commercial street where vendors sold various tourist goods. At night, it transformed into Bangkok's most bustling red-light district, where beautiful women with alluring figures could be found everywhere, ready to negotiate for an alternative night of pleasure.
But that wasn't the most thrilling part. A tall man in a floral shirt lit a cigarette, followed closely by someone who looked like a bodyguard.
As he stepped into the bustling street, he attracted countless gazes. Most of them were from women; the beautiful women of Pahphong had seen all kinds of men, but few could resist glancing at someone who clearly exuded a rogue charm.
With an impressive height and muscular arms on display, his strong chest was complemented by wrists adorned with prayer beads that contrasted with his bulging veins. His fingers, long and clean, held the cigarette effortlessly... Most importantly, his face was flawless.
What would it feel like to sleep with such a man? They were curious yet unable to imagine it fully. The lack of imagination only fueled their desire.
Unfortunately, the man's aura was too overpowering; they stole glances at him tentatively, but his mind was clearly not on any woman.
The humid air was mixed with the scent of women's perfume, men's sweat, and various indescribable smells from the vendors. Zhou Yinkun grew impatient. "How did we end up here? Wasn't Usoko shot through the genitals? How can he still be useful?"
A man who had been shot in such a sensitive area last year—why would he want to meet Zhou Yinkun in Pahphong? A Yao had no idea. All he knew was that Usoko held grudges fiercely; if Zhou Yinkun brought up such questions upon meeting him, today's business would likely go south.
Passing through the ordinary commercial street, A Yao followed Zhou Yinkun into a small alley next to a clothing store. He stepped forward and lifted the red curtain, while Zhou Yinkun, cigarette in mouth, walked inside.
Upon entering, they were greeted by a staircase leading downwards. Unlike the oppressive heat outside, this place was cool, yet it was still filled with a peculiar odor. It was not just the strong smell of smoke and women's perfume; there was also the ambiguous scent of bodily fluids and the acrid stench of drug use.
A Yao noticed Zhou Yinkun wrinkling his nose in disgust.
The dim lighting in the underground space revealed a crowd of people, men and women entangled with one another. It was hard to tell how many people were involved as they intertwined, with one woman seemingly accommodating multiple partners, her mouth occupied with something from another.
On a table lay white powder, and a group of people hunched over it like zombies, inhaling deeply. After indulging, they moaned in excitement and began to engage with nearby individuals without regard for gender. Zhou Yinkun glanced at the powder on the table and scoffed, “What kind of trash is this? The purity is so poor; it’s only good enough for these fools.”
A Yao instinctively reached for the gun at his waist. Zhou Yinkun's loose tongue kept him on edge, always wary of an unseen attack. It was only then that he remembered they were speaking Chinese; here, no one would likely understand them.
As they moved deeper into the establishment, the air became somewhat more pleasant. Before entering a room, they could hear alluring laughter from within.
Zhou Yinkun held his cigarette in one hand and stuffed his other hand into his pocket. He glanced at the grimy doorknob and, before A Yao could step forward to open it, he kicked the door open with his long leg.
The laughter inside abruptly ceased.
“Hey, Kun! Finally meeting again,” said a Russian man seated inside, surrounded by at least seven or eight women. He had a round face and a large belly that could fit a watermelon. The women's laughter clearly wasn’t directed at him but rather at the stack of cash piled high on the table before them.
The women wore revealing skirts and shorts; cash was stuffed into every possible space—between their cleavage, along tight skirt hems, and even inside sheer white panties.
Upon seeing the casually entering man, they momentarily froze. Perhaps due to the rustling of bills between their legs, some even felt warmth trickling down.
“Usoko, why does your Thai still sound so awful?” Zhou Yinkun sat down opposite him as an eager woman immediately poured him a drink.
A Yao remained by the door.
The overwhelming scent made Zhou Yinkun's head throb; he waved his hand dismissively. “Everyone out.”
“Kun, don’t be such a killjoy,” Usoko said as he fondled the ample bosom of the woman on his lap with a lewd grin. “Even when doing business, we should enjoy ourselves.”
Zhou Yinkun shrugged his shoulders and said, "How about we talk after you feel better?"
He glanced at his watch. "I'll come back in two minutes."
His Thai was impeccable, with an appropriate speed and simple vocabulary that Usoko could definitely understand.
A Yao quietly secured the gun at his waist.
As expected, Usoko's expression changed immediately, but within two seconds, he managed to calm down. "Kun, isn't there an old saying in China that goes 'do not discuss others' faults, do not expose their shortcomings'?"
He waved his hand, and the women immediately obediently left the room. Zhou Yinkun extinguished his cigarette and said softly, "Ah, I thought I had already cured it."
A Yao couldn't help but clear his throat. Zhou Yinkun turned to glance at him, and A Yao lowered his gaze, remaining silent.
Usoko didn't expect him to become more animated as he spoke. Suppressing his anger, he said, "The military factory in Mumbai is no longer feasible; what do you plan to do about it?"
Zhou Yinkun raised an eyebrow. "I haven't figured it out yet."
"When we initially partnered to establish the military factory in Mumbai, you received all the upfront investment. Now your brother has intervened, and you still profit while we should at least get our initial investment back."
"Not returning it," Zhou Yinkun replied with a dismissive tone.
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