Le roi des pilleurs de tombes

Chapitre 24

"Are you some kind of gangster?! Don't you know any rules of the underworld?!"

Old Man Quan was furious, but inwardly he was extremely shocked by Brother Tai's madness.

Who the hell is talking nonsense about Atai changing his ways? Even though this guy has made so much money in the past few years, he still has the same crazy blood that used to kill people at the drop of a hat. How dare I try to take advantage of him for nothing?

"Fuck your mother! I'll beat you to a pulp in three days!" Brother Tai slammed his fist on the table, knocking every pair of chopsticks off their feet. "The fight starts as soon as we leave this shop! You better call someone to shield you from bullets! Hey! Everyone, make your calls!"

The bald henchmen behind Tai had no choice but to pick up the bulky black King Kong cell phone and slowly dial the number.

This is terrible.

The row of henchmen behind Old Man Quan had no choice but to pick up their phones and start the usual underworld practice of calling people to compete.

"You...you don't think you're so great just because you have a gun! Let me tell you, I, Old Quan, also have a bunch of brothers to support!" Old Quan clenched his fists, but his mind was in turmoil: "Even if I agree, my brothers won't agree!" The whole row of henchmen behind him almost wet themselves.

At this moment, Tai, who was about to retort, had his attention diverted by the news broadcast on the radio.

"Next is the latest development in the professional baseball betting scandal. As of now, the Times Hawks are down to only two domestic players left on their roster due to the betting scandal, namely Chang Yao-teng and Yu Shen-ping. Chairman Chou Sheng-yuan has also resigned as a result. The league will consider holding an extraordinary executive council meeting soon, during which it will be decided that each team will support the Times Hawks by lending players to complete the second half of the season..."

Tai Ge paused for a moment, completely ignoring the terrifying situation that was about to erupt, and fell into an unusual silence.

The news continued, with Tai Ge engulfed in a roar filled with tears.

So that's what happened.

That's to be expected. Right? It's only human nature.

Xiao Fen, oh Xiao Fen...

Suddenly realizing the truth, Taige felt a series of knots in his heart being untied.

He looked down at his watch.

Tsk, it's 11:30. Shouldn't the barbershops be closed by now?

Tomorrow, tomorrow when the barbershop opens its doors...

"I'll give you a way out at the end."

Tai coldly picked up a piece of cold crab meat and stuffed it into his mouth: "You let me invest in your two stolen car parts shops, and I'll let you join me in expanding the skinning shop business. Nobody takes advantage of anyone else, and we'll all save bullets together."

Although the gains were far from what Old Man Quan had expected, it would be foolish not to take the opportunity to back down now.

"Fine! One word!"

Old Quan's voice trembled slightly, but he still maintained his big brother demeanor: "You make money off me, I make money off you, and together the two of us make more than we would together! Cheers!"

The two gang leaders raised their glasses, and all the underlings who had been standing around the round table as punishment breathed a sigh of relief.

A bloody storm that was completely unnecessary had inexplicably dissipated just moments before.

Let's make big money together!

Just as this great reconciliation was taking place, a strange, loud crash drew everyone's attention.

Tai Ge, Old Man Quan, their underlings, the chef, and the waiter all turned to look at the entrance of the seafood restaurant.

Like a ferocious beast, a ferocious beast burning out of control.

The "cause" of the impact was that the object hurtled towards the round table at a speed that left no time for anyone to react.

The fish tank is broken.

The person flew away.

The table overturned.

The drink was spilled.

The sound disappeared.

Tai Ge held the wine glass he was about to drink, thinking:

I have two tickets in my pocket that I tore myself. If I carefully piece them back together, I wonder if I'll still be able to get in...

10

Click, click.

In front of the mirror, Xiaofen carefully trimmed the sideburns of a high school boy.

Glancing casually to the side, I saw a carefully folded blanket on a familiar empty seat.

The game is about to start, why hasn't he come to pick her up yet?

Could I have really been scared? Was I really that fierce yesterday?

However, since the violence has already occurred...

Let the tears that need to be shed stop yesterday; after all, a scrapbook is just a scrapbook.

Upon reflection, I realize I'm not really qualified to criticize those players. After all, I didn't even buy a single ticket, so what right do I have to talk about supporting them? I just copied and pasted some news reports and started worshipping them like heroes. But those so-called heroes don't owe me anything, do they?

Let's just consider those fond memories from watching TV as nothing more than that.

A muffled rumble of thunder echoed across the overcast sky.

The sky, which had been brewing a certain emotion, finally let the rain fall.

It's raining...

If he gets any bigger, he might not be able to play in the game later. That would be perfect.

This rain might just keep falling and falling, never stopping.

The rain might get heavier as the night goes on.

Perhaps because he's a bit timid, he'll crouch down and squeeze through the wet iron gate when the shop closes.

Even if he gets in, he might not know what to say.

"Come back later, and I'll give you a proper hair wash as an apology," Xiaofen murmured to herself.

"What?" the high school student asked in confusion.

"No." Xiaofen smiled, put down the scissors, and picked up a small mirror: "Look at the back, isn't it cool!"

...But how am I supposed to wash my head now that it's all shaved completely bald?

Xiao Fen looked at the empty alley outside the door and couldn't help but chuckle.

Chapter 5

Heroes traveling in reverse through the vagina

1

May 2020

In the old border hotel, the deafening snoring from the next room easily penetrated the wooden partition.

Luggage covered in mud and grass clippings lay scattered on the floor, and a shrunken backpack lay weakly on the bed.

The damp bathroom was filled with a musty smell emanating from the old water pipes. Most of the blue mosaic tiles on the walls had peeled off, and thick fog covered the mirror, forming water droplets.

Soaking in the bathtub water that had long since cooled down, only half of his head, above his nose, was visible, and the fingerprints on his fingers were all wrinkled from being soaked.

"call."

I haven't taken a bath for more than three months.

This unassuming hotel actually had genuine hot water, which made Qunzhi deeply realize that the US dollar is indeed the most wonderful invention in the world, as it can be used to exchange for such a luxurious experience.

Qunzhi looked at his dark gray toenails, the malnutrition clearly reflected on his body.

Reaching out, I picked up the half-eaten bread from the toilet seat, took a large, affectionate bite, and put it back. I slowly chewed it, letting the flavor of the bread permeate my body, as if every cell in my body had been instantly nourished and doubled in size.

Delicious. Extremely delicious.

Processed food made by humans is far superior to fruit picked randomly in the wild.

"..." Qunzhi was so moved he almost cried. At the same time, he was also genuinely afraid of his own emotional state.

If I continue on this "journey," I will surely die.

Certainly. He will definitely die alone in a foreign land.

Qunzhi is very clear about his own abilities and never overestimates the luck that is not his. In fact, Qunzhi is not a person who likes to take risks, but in the past ten years he has experienced dangers that many people would not accumulate in twenty lifetimes.

He had seen sunrises frozen in the Siberian tundra, and he had wandered aimlessly across the Gobi Desert, where he couldn't tell which way was north, south, east, or west, or even whether he was awake or dreaming. He had strolled along the banks of the Amazon River, watching a crocodile and a python fight over who would eat him—in the end, the python strangled the crocodile, and he escaped.

Nature is terrifying, but human malice is no less so.

He was present at a gang shootout in Moscow, becoming a moving human target amidst the hail of bullets. He was eventually shot in the left buttock, which is why he now walks with a slight limp if he walks fast, and three toes on his left foot are completely insensitive to temperature.

He once fell into a military-controlled area just one kilometer outside a North Korean concentration camp, and instantly heard the sound of execution gunshots from a tree. If it weren't for a one in ten thousand stroke of luck that led him into a long-abandoned, dilapidated tunnel, he would have had no idea how to escape that insane, rotten country.

He was held hostage by Somali pirates for three weeks. Taking advantage of a moment when the pirates were fighting amongst themselves, he stole a speedboat and escaped. After running out of gasoline, he drifted at sea for eleven days before finally crashing into the shore and being rescued.

The most terrifying thing was the minefield that suddenly appeared in the desolate mountains of old North Vietnam, where every step was filled with the threatening aura of death. Decades ago, it silently awaited the arrival of thousands of landmines from the United States, never to see the Marines, whom the US military was so proud of. Now, it had become a grand banquet of death, with him the sole invitee. In the end, even he didn't know how he had walked out of the minefield unscathed.

Countless bouts of hunger and panic had ravaged Qunzhi, leaving irreparable damage in his body and providing him with a variety of terrifying themes for his dreams. Although he was only thirty-one years old, he looked like a middle-aged man in his forties, his weary soul aged and decrepit.

The hot water poured down again, warming her wrinkled, thin body.

He took another big bite of the bread provided by the hotel.

While savoring the food with great care, he pondered how to "safely hire a car" to take him from the Syrian border to a slightly more civilized and peaceful place, such as Jordan in the south or Lebanon in the southwest.

Based on past experience, staying in the same hotel in such a turbulent country for too long will inevitably attract the attention of ill-intentioned locals. At best, you'll be robbed; at worst, you'll be robbed and then robbed a second time by another group of people.

Pfft.

Looking at his current exhausted and miserable state, he's actually worried about being robbed?

Haha, Qunzhi wanted to laugh out loud to make fun of himself, but his expression was too tired to change at all.

Let's stay here for two or three days and get some rest before we leave.

Hot water, carrying the smell of rust, kept pouring into the warm water, gradually replenishing the collective intelligence's sense of humanity. It also gave the collective intelligence some extra thought to consider a larger, more fundamental issue beyond its current situation—its only problem…

If only time could turn back.

If I could go back fourteen years, would I make the same choice?

2

Fourteen years ago, Lin Qunzhi, then only seventeen years old, was just an ordinary high school student.