Fu Ren turned his head, tilted his chin up, and made a few hand gestures at him with an arrogant expression.
I don't understand.
“Brother Fu, Brother Ren is still angry with you about what happened last time, but he still worries about you.”
As soon as Fu Yanshen got into the car, the driver spoke to him respectfully.
"drive."
After Fu Yanshen sat down, he gave a brief instruction.
I remembered what the little madman had said and turned to look at him.
The man had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, the light from the lighter illuminating his face, his broad forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.
He took a deep drag on his cigarette, exhaled the smoke, turned to look out the window, and continued smoking.
He was being very cold to me again...
I wrapped my coat tighter around myself, my nose stinging, and didn't dare to utter a sound.
The car sped along, and the driver told me that I had offended the local police chief. Fu Rengang had only recently arrived in northern Myanmar and his power was still weak, so he couldn't confront him.
He drove us to Fu Ren's headquarters to lay low for a while.
Soon, the car drove through a gate and stopped in front of a very old tenement building, the walls of which were covered with lush green ivy.
I got out of the car with Fu Yanshen. There were men guarding the entrance with machine guns hanging on their backs. They looked fierce and menacing. I instinctively put my hand on Fu Yanshen's waist.
Without realizing it, I touched my hand and found it was wet.
My heart skipped a beat, and by the light of the door lamp, I looked behind Fu Yanshen.
The man's pure white shirt was stained red with blood, and there was a dark brown hole below the shoulder.
I swayed slightly, and Fu Yanshen grabbed my hand and pulled me into the house.
"Fu, Fu...you, you've been shot?!" I looked at the back of his head, my voice filled with fear and panic.
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