Chapter 161 Don't be so nervous

"Mr. Fu, you must be tired from your long journey. Why don't you rest and relax first, and then we can talk?"

Seeing that he was leaning on the sofa with his hand on his side, looking a little tired, Yasin casually made a suggestion.

Without waiting for the man on the sofa to respond, he turned and gestured for the beauties behind him to come forward.

The scantily clad beauties all moved forward in unison, forming a row around Yasin. Shava, standing behind, also looked over and saw a dense, dark mass of people.

If someone with poor eyesight looked at it, they might mistake it for a flock of black crows hanging on a big black tree.

Upon closer inspection, Savannah's face looked longer than a bitter gourd.

What kind of beauty is this? Even the so-called "black pearls," though dark-skinned, are at least beautiful and flawless. These ugly ducklings can only be called black crows.

It seems Yasin isn't very rich; at least he can't even sleep with a pretty girl.

They look rather pitiful.

The women's eyes lit up as they looked at the man sitting not far away, and they unconsciously began to pose and flirt, all hoping to be chosen.

The man leaned back with his legs crossed, exhaling smoke rings. He glanced around briefly, a slight smile playing on his lips, before looking directly at Yasin across from him. "Mr. Yasin, is this the kind of woman you usually date?"

Yasin was taken aback, knowing that his words meant he was dissatisfied, but he could understand that Asians found it difficult to accept this type of woman.

Just as she was about to suggest changing it for him, before she could even open her mouth, the man's lewd voice came again.

"No wonder the time was so short it was pitiful."

"..." Shawa was stunned and gasped. He wished he could go up and cover Yun's mouth.

These are things you can think about in your mind, but how can you say them so casually in front of people?

He was a little confused now. Was Brother Yun here to discuss business, or was he here just to joke around with this Yasin?

If we're talking business seriously, can we please refrain from saying anything inappropriate?

I slept quite well the whole way, so why is my mind sometimes clear and sometimes confused?

As if someone had touched a raw nerve, Yasin looked at the man opposite him, his gloom deepening.

The man chuckled, "Just kidding, don't take it seriously."

Yasin, upon hearing this, gave him a look that was half-believing and half-doubting.

Before they could figure out whether what he said was true or false, they heard another sentence.

"But if someone this ugly can make Mr. Yassin get hard, then Mr. Yassin must really be a good person."

"If you can be so tolerant and generous when it comes to something as important as sex, you must be the same in other aspects as well."

"I look forward to cooperating."

Yasin was completely bewildered by this series of words; was it a compliment or a belittlement?

He was momentarily stunned, as if he heard a tiny bit of praise amidst all that talk, but it seemed like there wasn't much.

However, his expression was still very unpleasant, but he didn't want to get entangled with him any further.

“Since Mr. Fu doesn’t want to rest, let’s get started right away,” Yasin said bluntly.

"Okay." The man lit a cigarette on the table, not caring how expensive the table was or how unpleasant the person opposite him looked.

Then she leaned back lazily, waiting for him to continue.

"I think William has made it clear to you what type of gun I need."

Yasin also leaned back on the sofa, and the women behind him immediately understood, walking over and playfully punching his shoulders with their little fists.

A satisfied and contented expression immediately appeared on the man's face.

Fu Yungui reclined on the sofa, fiddling with the ring on his hand—the silver ring he had put back on his finger before setting off.

There was another one, pressed against his warm chest, the ring that belonged to Momo. He was determined to make her willingly slip it on.

"certainly."

The man hummed casually, then reached his hand behind him.

Anu immediately understood, took one out of the box and handed it to the man, and Fu Yungui turned the wheel on it.

"No traditional high-powered pistol can replace the 6-inch .357mm Magnum."

As he spoke, the man raised his gun and aimed it at the person opposite him. "Of course, it never jams."

Suddenly, the soldiers behind Yassin raised their guns and aimed them at the man on the sofa, fully alert.

"You're so nervous even just raising your hand." The man's lips curled slightly, his voice lazy, before he lowered his hand.

The gun was quickly turned in the man's hand and thrown directly to the other side for Yasin to inspect.

Yassin took the gun with one hand, carefully touched the barrel a few times, smiled with satisfaction, and waved to signal the people behind him to put the gun down.

“I think the tension is a sign of respect for Mr. Fu. After all, Mr. Fu has only just entered the Basha area and he was able to kill my men without making a sound.”

"Such abilities and personality are truly frightening."

"If I don't get nervous, who knows when I might suddenly die at your hands."

The man sensed the slight sarcasm in his words, or more accurately, the dissatisfaction mixed with helplessness.

At this crucial moment, if he wanted to get the goods smoothly, he absolutely could not be arrogant in front of Fu Yungui.

Fu Yungui wasn't annoyed by what he heard; he just chuckled.

However, he was quite surprised; he learned the news very quickly.

He thought those idiots wouldn't send out a distress signal so quickly, but it seems he underestimated their cowardice.

When it comes to calling for help, there's absolutely no time to lose.

"It was an accident. Your pack of dogs were chasing you like madmen, and they wouldn't listen to anything I said. I thought they were pirates."

"So they just killed him."

The man offered a casual explanation, but it sounded utterly unconvincing.

It feels more like he was just joking.

Sawa, standing behind the man, almost burst out laughing. What kind of pirates are robbing people in shallow waters?

If you say this to ignorant children outside, they will be speechless.

Not to mention Yassin, who kills without blinking an eye.

However, Yasin did accept his explanation. They were all people who lived on the edge, and of course they knew very well that suspicion would put them in danger.

If something is wrong, even if it's an accidental killing, it's better than letting someone go easily and then regretting it.

“It’s normal for Mr. Fu to be cautious, I can understand that, and we won’t bring up those things that are in the past.” Yasin spoke generously, and his smile looked very genuine.

As for those low-level patrolmen, they're gone, so be it; we can just send another batch.

They weren't of much use anyway; it didn't matter who went to patrol the sea in that area.

So he didn't want to argue with Fu Yungui about these things anymore.