Chapter 160 The Man with a Sharp Tongue

He's not a sentimental person at all; people in this line of work can't have useless sympathy.

"How many biscuits do we have left?" After a while, the man leaning against the car window suddenly asked.

Anu was taken aback, not expecting him to ask that question so suddenly, and then said, "About four boxes."

"Throw them all down."

Compressed biscuits are very small in size; a box contains several hundred biscuits, and four boxes will contain approximately three thousand biscuits.

Although these things are nothing to these children who have been hungry for a long time, and they can't solve any problems, it's better to have them than nothing.

It would be good if it could provide some temporary relief for these children.

Anu didn't hesitate after hearing the order and immediately went to carry it out.

However, he was surprised that Brother Yun was able to soften his heart when he saw these kids today, which was quite unusual.

Before long, people were standing on the roofs of several vehicles. Anu led the way in the first vehicle, using one hand to open a sharp knife and cut open a box. Without hesitation, he picked up the box and threw it to the back.

Before the cookies, falling like bullets, landed, the group of children didn't see what it was; they only saw something dark pressing down on them.

Thinking it was some new type of bomb, their faces filled with extreme terror, they ran backward without hesitation.

"It's a cookie."

Among the disheveled crowd, someone shouted this, and immediately, the dark mass of people stopped in their tracks, turned around, and swarmed forward, running after the car.

The man sat in the car, watching the scene outside where people were going crazy for food, and for the first time, he didn't feel any torturous pleasure.

Although it was my first time, I didn't feel any sense of accomplishment in helping anyone.

I feel utterly powerless.

He was even relieved that Huang Momo hadn't come; if she had seen this scene, she would have cried her eyes out.

The tears might even flood this place.

The group of children, clutching their cookies, continued running after the cars until they turned into the barrier wall. Only then did they instinctively stop, standing there in disbelief, somewhat fearful.

The people who gave them food were actually in cahoots with the people who were killing them?

Around 10 a.m., several vehicles entered the center of Basha's controlled area one after another.

A thick concrete barrier, stretching for tens of kilometers and reaching heights of ten meters, stands amidst these ruins. Every ten meters or so, there is a guard tower with soldiers standing on it, guns at the ready to watch out for the surroundings.

Within 300 meters on both sides is a restricted area. If any Basah people enter, even accidentally, they will be brutally shot.

The car had only been driving for a few minutes when the first car in front of it was blocked from proceeding.

Who are you?

Anu glanced back at the man, wanting him to make up his mind, and gently called out to him, "Brother Yun."

The man didn't say anything, but rolled down the car window, threw the pass outside, closed the window, and signaled them to drive away.

Anu was taken aback. If Brother Yun had a pass, why didn't he use it at sea just now?

They insisted on dealing with those people.

Anu didn't understand for a moment, but still did as he was told, accelerating and crashing through the barrier in front of him. Through the rearview mirror, he saw that the man's face was terribly gloomy, guessing that his actions had angered him.

This Yasin, knowing full well that they were coming to deliver goods today, still put on such an air when he arrived at the door.

Clearly, they didn't take them seriously and even wanted to give them a hard time.

How could this man possibly stand it?

The black military vehicle drove directly into the main building. Before the man could even get out of the car, he saw Yasin, who had arrived late. Yasin was tall and slender, with a thick beard covering his dark face. He was not old, but he looked mature.

His clothes were disheveled, and he looked like he had just gotten out of a woman's bed, perhaps even still feeling unsatisfied. It was probably either the timing wasn't right or he wasn't right.

"I heard Mr. Fu is coming today, I'm so sorry for not welcoming him sooner," Yasin said with a smile as she walked to the car.

Fu Yungui got out of the car with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Mr. Yassin is so busy every day, it doesn't really matter whether you greet him or not, but I have a small suggestion that I think you should consider."

Hearing him say this, Yasin was also a little curious and couldn't help but smile in response, "Oh? Please go on."

The man chuckled as he spoke, "From now on, we should choose a more intelligent guard dog for the gate, after all, the dog also represents Mr. Yassin's status."

"We can't let people think that Mr. Yassin can't even leash a dog properly, can we?"

"Whether it's leashed or not is secondary. What I'm most afraid of is that people will mistakenly think that Mr. Yassin is as blind as that dog."

"That would be a laughing stock."

The man spoke casually and nonchalantly, but the smile on his face looked extremely sinister.

However, the four men beside him all reached for the guns at their waists, becoming alert, fearing that Yassin might turn on them at any moment.

Shawa felt that he had never seen anyone so arrogant on someone else's turf, except for Brother Yun.

Wasn't he afraid that the bearded man would lay a trap all around them, just waiting for them to walk right into it?

That person with the sharp tongue might as well just say that Yassin is a dog; the meaning is the same anyway, so why bother beating around the bush?

The veiled insults were clear to everyone. If it were spoken in Thai, it wouldn't be so bad, but Yun-ge went out of his way to speak in English for Yasin, as if he was afraid Yasin wouldn't understand.

As expected, Yassin's face immediately darkened upon hearing this.

However, he glanced at the truck behind the man, which was filled with goods he had been waiting for a week, as he urgently needed them.

If we fall out with this man now, losing the goods is a minor issue; the worst thing is that he might retaliate on the spot. In that case, even on our own turf, we might not be able to gain any advantage from this man.

Thinking of this, the bearded man prioritized the bigger picture, suppressing his anger and forcing a smile. "Mr. Fu's suggestion is quite reasonable. Don't worry, I will consider it."

"Please come in."

Fu Yungui glanced at him. He really was a man of principle, but when he smiled, his big white teeth made his face look even darker than Shawa.

The man chuckled and followed him inside.

Compared to the dilapidated state of the outside, this house was as luxurious as paradise. Above the living room, a ten-meter-high ceiling proclaimed the house's grandeur. Sunlight streamed in through the glass walls, and soldiers with assault rifles stood guard all around.

Behind Yassin stood a row of beautiful women, each dressed more scantily than the last.

Behind the beautiful woman was a huge iron cage, inside which lay a sleeping tiger.

After Fu Yungui went in, he didn't wait for the host to speak at all, and sat down on the sofa next to him in a very casual manner, and then lit a cigarette.