Wow! A prostitute who's fluent in three languages!
And amidst the banter, she told me that there are many, many girls here who speak three languages…
I couldn't help but smile wryly... Back in China, even those arrogant female office workers probably don't all speak three languages!
Seeing that Xiluo seemed a little nervous, I let go of the girl and went over to gently pat him on the shoulder.
"Xiao Wu..." Xi Luo was a little flustered. Hong Da, standing beside him, was a seasoned veteran. He already had a beautiful woman in each arm, laughing and joking. He was speaking Vietnamese, which I couldn't understand, but judging from his lewd smile, it wasn't anything serious.
I pretended to joke with Xiluo, then quietly whispered in his ear, "Your task tonight is to keep an eye on Hongda! Don't let him leave this room."
"And you?" A hint of surprise flashed in Ciro's eyes.
"I have more important things to do." I smiled and didn't offer any further explanation.
I then walked to the front and stood there, casually pulling a few girls over. The room was full of girls; I couldn't tell who was who. I just stood there facing this throng of beauties and shouted, "Quiet down!"
Everyone looked at me.
"Can you understand what I'm saying?" I waved my hand: "Chinese! Do you understand?"
A group of girls giggled and laughed, but most nodded. Some whispered among themselves, looking at me with curious eyes.
I casually pulled out a thick wad of banknotes, then waved it around, pointed at Hong Da sitting on the sofa, and laughed, "See this fat brother here? Now I'm giving you guys something to do! There's a reward! I'll calculate your tips separately, and besides that, whoever can get this fat brother drunk tonight will get an extra hundred! And whoever can strip him naked will get five hundred."
After a few seconds of silence, the girls burst into shrill laughter, giggling and hugging each other. Immediately, many girls, with enthusiastic giggles, rushed towards Hong Da, some holding up wine glasses, and some even reaching out to tug at his clothes.
I whistled and then tossed the stack of banknotes in my hand into the air... Instantly, the banknotes rained down like a shower of flowers! The girls, who had been hesitant, quickly swarmed towards Hong Da. Hong Da, also excited, shouted a few times, and was finally surrounded by the girls, completely blocked...
In less than ten seconds, Hong Da had already downed three glasses of foreign liquor...
I even saw that the two girls next to Ciro also had eager expressions on their faces.
I smiled and winked at Xiluo, then silently backed away, quietly leaving the room and closing the door behind me.
The moment the door closed, the smile on my face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold expression!
I took out my phone, took a deep breath, and dialed a number...
Beep...beep...
"Hello?" The voice on the other end was deep: "Xiao Wu?"
"It's me." My tone was calm.
The other party remained silent…
For a full ten seconds, we didn't say a single word!
Finally, the other person couldn't hold back any longer. He seemed to sigh, and then said in a strange tone, "You... know?"
"Yes." I felt a bitterness in my voice, but I immediately forced a laugh and said earnestly into the phone, "You really want to know where I am right now... Tiger?"
The first book, "In the Martial World, Not in Control of One's Own Fate," Chapter 172: Killing is Actually Very Simple.
"I know perfectly well that someone wants to defy my will and have Hong Dae die prematurely. Your mission is to ensure Hong Dae survives! On this trip… you'll help me eliminate someone…"
I've always suspected someone close to me has betrayed me, and this is an opportunity to lure them in...
Remember to be careful of the people around you! If you find evidence that he's behind this... then kill him!
I can't offer you any help, I can't even give you public instructions! Tiger has always been by my side; he's a long-time loyalist, having served the organization for half his life. If he were a traitor, such news would disappoint everyone and severely damage our morale! Furthermore, I can't publicly kill him; that would destabilize our internal structure…
So, once you find the evidence, kill him in Vietnam... Don't let him come back!
I closed my eyes, my mind replaying the words Eighth Master had said to me in his room the day before I came.
Kill... Tiger!
I suddenly felt a soreness in my eyes, so I rubbed them hard.
Kill Tiger?
A bitter smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.
Yes, Eighth Master suspects Tiger of betraying him... I was also full of doubts about this!
Is Tiger a traitor?
The first time I saw him was in Eighth Master's office. He had a calm and aloof expression; such a person was undoubtedly outstanding!
When I completed my pledge of allegiance and was officially allowed to join the organization by Eighth Master, Tiger smiled and said to me, "Now you're one of us." His eyes were so sincere then! I could tell!
And when he gave me that Tang suit... the way he looked at me was like a senior looking at a junior, with a faint smile and a touch of warmth...
...
Tiger... is he a traitor?
So, this time I came out. Actually, I've been very conflicted about it!
Deep down, I didn't want to believe what Eighth Master said! That's why I've been hesitant all along!
However, after a series of events that happened on the road... I finally had no choice but to face reality!
Indeed, Tiger has a problem... and he's the only one with a problem!
While the series of assassinations on the ship could be explained as being carried out by others, the poisoned needle found in the pillow of the hotel room in Haiphong after landing in Vietnam is inexplicable!
Only Tiger knew we were in Haiphong! Only Tiger knew which room we were staying in! And the ridiculous thing is, it was I who told Tiger!
That was a test, a test of the truthfulness of what Eighth Master said!
The result is self-evident.
I had originally pinned my hopes on Hong Da's bodyguards!
I really hope that the bodyguard betrayed us, so that at least we can be sure that Mingtai is innocent!
But I was disappointed again!
Now, I'm sitting in a taxi, looking out at the night view of Hanoi.
After leaving the nightclub, I got into this taxi, and my destination was Hanoi's famous "36 Streets".
I arranged to meet Tiger there!
By the way, there was a girl sitting next to me, the one from the nightclub who is supposedly fluent in Chinese, French, and Vietnamese.
I quietly pulled her out, for a simple reason: I wasn't familiar with the city. We didn't speak the language, and I was worried we'd get lost.
When I pulled her out, the girl seemed a little reluctant, and she probably misunderstood me. Just as I led her into the hallway, she pointed to the small room across the hall, looking displeased. I immediately realized she thought I wanted to sleep with her.
She hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke up, saying that her Chinese wasn't very good, but I could roughly understand her gestures. The gist of it was: she didn't sleep with customers, but if I really wanted to, she could introduce me to one of the girls inside.
I didn't care about those comments at all; I wasn't dragging her out to have sex with me anyway. Besides, it's common for top hostesses in nightclubs to not easily sleep with customers. Even the most famous courtesans in ancient brothels weren't available just because you had money.
I told her I wanted to go out for a walk, but I had no one to show me the way. If she was willing to come with me, I could pay her a fee.
The girl stared at me with her beautiful eyes for several seconds before agreeing. She was probably a little timid, worried I was a bad guy, but my offer was very tempting: 500 RMB. That's probably what she usually earns in two nights. Now she doesn't need to drink with customers, doesn't need to let them hug or kiss her, and doesn't need to sleep with them; she can earn that just by taking me out for a walk.
I waited two minutes for her to change. Two minutes later, we left the nightclub. She had changed into a tank top and cropped jeans. This outfit perfectly accentuated her stunning figure, especially her round, perky buttocks and tiny waist. Such a figure is something that purebred Asian girls simply cannot possess.
After getting into the taxi, I kept staring out the window, lost in thought. Meanwhile, the girl was curiously glancing at me from the side.
I know she must find it very strange: why would a "rich person" like me (relative to Vietnam's economic level) spend so much money in a nightclub to hire so many prostitutes, and then even bring one of them out as a tour guide...
I could hear the taxi driver in front of me grumbling indignantly, and I knew what he was muttering. But his tone was definitely unfriendly.
When I got on the bus, after I gave him my address, he quoted me 20,000 Vietnamese dong, which was clearly taking advantage of me being a foreign tourist. But when the girl next to me bargained with him in Vietnamese, the price immediately dropped by half!
The driver, who had failed to overcharge his customers, was also somewhat listless while driving.
"What are you looking at?" The mixed-race girl next to me finally couldn't stand the silence and spoke to me.
“Look at Hanoi,” I replied briefly.
"Are you from China?" The mixed-race girl pointed in a direction, and I knew she meant north.
I smiled and didn't say anything.
This mixed-race girl seemed quite professional. After taking my 500 RMB guide fee, she enthusiastically described the various buildings and night views we passed along the way, even though I wasn't particularly interested in them. However, I still listened politely on the surface.
Thirty-six streets.
This is a famous place in Hanoi, roughly equivalent to Xiangyang Market in Shanghai, Xiushui Street in Beijing, the clothing night market in Guangzhou, or the Confucius Temple street market in Nanjing...
However, this place is very close to Hoan Kiem Lake in Hanoi, and that's where I arranged to meet Tiger. It's near Hoan Kiem Lake.
Before getting off the bus, I checked my watch; it was exactly ten o'clock.
The mixed-race girl enthusiastically linked her arm with mine. She walked with a lot of energy, bouncing around like a rabbit, and my arm kept bumping against her soft chest, but she didn't seem to mind. Probably just a professional habit. Completely focused, I carefully observed the terrain after getting off the bus!
Thirty-Six Streets is not actually "one" street. Rather, it is an area composed of many, many small streets.
The term "thirty-six trades" is a general term. The streets here are densely packed and intertwined, and strangely, each street specializes in only one type of item! For example, one street might be entirely populated by vendors selling bamboo products, another entirely by vendors selling small jewelry… In other words, when you stroll down a street, you can only buy one type of item. If you want to buy something else, you have to go to another street.
This custom is completely different from that of small commodity markets in China.
I simply walked slowly with the mixed-race girl down the narrow streets, past many foreign tourists and backpackers. I walked silently, from one street to another, carefully memorizing the routes and directions, while also observing which way each intersection led.
Gradually, after an hour, this complex area no longer seemed like a maze to me as it did when I first got off the bus. I could even sketch out a basic map of the area in my mind! I had memorized the number of intersections in each direction and how the side streets intersected with each other!
I smiled and glanced at the mixed-race girl next to me.
She seemed a little unhappy. After we got off the bus, she had been very enthusiastic, telling me about the local customs and culture. She genuinely thought I was a foreign tourist shopping. So she patiently introduced me to various goods and local specialties. However, she quickly noticed my distraction, so she stopped talking and simply walked slowly along, arm in arm with me.
I checked the time again, it was exactly 11 o'clock!
With a slow sigh, we walked to a small T-junction where there were several food stalls, the kind of roadside stalls with a small stove around which a few small wooden tables and stools were placed.
I thought for a moment, then pointed there and said to the mixed-race girl next to me, "Sit down and have some Western food, I'm hungry."
I drank a bowl of what was supposedly a Vietnamese specialty, chicken noodle soup, while the mixed-race girl happily peeled an egg… a duck egg… something like the “live pearl” we eat in China, except that the live pearl in China is an unhatched chicken egg, while a duck egg… as the name suggests, is an unhatched duck egg. Looking at the fluffy, dead, undeveloped duckling inside the peeled egg, I felt a little nauseous. I only glanced at it before turning my head away to look in another direction.
There are two intersections on the left and one on the right. Ahead is Hoan Kiem Lake, and if you keep running and turn around, you'll reach a major intersection!
I calculated the time, mentally assessed the length, distance, and so on... Once everything was calculated, I smiled nonchalantly, patted the mixed-race girl next to me, and she gracefully pulled out a tissue to wipe her fingers.
I noticed that many of the diners sitting next to me were locals.
To be honest, I have a very bad impression of Vietnam! Not just a little bit bad!
Almost all the Vietnamese people I encountered had cold, indifferent expressions, and were very unfriendly. These locals seemed to treat all tourists with this attitude, for some reason. As for the vendors, taxi drivers, and others, they were even less friendly.