Chapter 269 Is it really necessary to be so nervous about just meeting?
Fearing that the man in the back seat might get angry if he waited too long, Anu decided to give him a heads-up first, "Brother Yun, it will probably take at least ten minutes to get out this way."
"Hmm." The man, still wearing sunglasses and leaning back with his hand, gave a faint reply.
Anu was taken aback by these words. His calm and languid tone made it impossible to tell that he was in a bad mood.
No, if you think about it carefully, you can even tell that he seems to be in a pretty good mood.
In the past, when I got to this place, I would get annoyed as soon as I saw the endless traffic jam ahead. Even if I told him in advance, the man would just frown and ignore me, and his face would look extremely unpleasant.
Surprisingly, he responded today, and his tone even sounded alright.
“Okay,” Anu replied immediately. Seeing that he was still lounging there lazily, she quickly looked away from the rearview mirror and focused on the road ahead.
It was more than half an hour later when we arrived at the Siam Seri Club.
Anu parked the car steadily at the door. Fu Yungui got out with his hands in his pockets, glanced at the familiar place, frowned slightly behind his sunglasses, and sneered.
His good older brother is really a good friend of that damn Buddy. They even like to go to the same places. It seems like they've met up here quite a few times before.
Whether they came here to discuss something shady or simply to pick up girls, it's unclear.
However, the only difference between Songcha and Nabadi is that Songcha doesn't like to keep a talking dog at the door, as it's annoying to look at.
Thinking this, the man took off his sunglasses and tucked them into the front of his black shirt. Then, he strolled forward with his long legs, looking like he was just going for a walk.
Anu and Sawa followed behind the man, one on each side, remaining vigilant at all times.
Shava's expression was unusually serious, his right hand hanging limply at his sides, ready to draw his gun at any moment.
Anu felt that Songcha's sudden suggestion to meet outside might mean he had some ulterior motives.
After all, he wasn't particularly capable, but he always loved to engage in these kinds of petty tricks.
It's always good to be vigilant.
As a result, Anu and Sawa followed the man and wandered around. They had only gone halfway inside when they saw Songcha walking towards them.
It's as if they were waiting for them to come here.
They were quite polite.
"Pasong, you've arrived." Song Kan greeted the visitor with a smile and an extremely friendly tone.
To an uninformed person, they really do look like brothers with a good relationship.
Fu Yungui stopped in his tracks, hands in his pockets, and stared at him for a moment. Then his gaze swept past Song Cha and looked behind him a few times.
Song Cha was followed by four burly bodyguards, all of whom had expressionless faces.
They varied in build, some were muscular and some were slender, but one look was enough to tell that they all possessed some skill or ability.
At least, if they really start fighting, these few can hold him off for a couple of minutes.
The man chuckled, then fixed his gaze on Song Cha again, leaning slightly closer. "My dear brother, is it really necessary to be so nervous about meeting me?"
"This time, I won't hit you again."
The man's tone remained casual and unrestrained, and he spoke with an air of self-righteousness.
He would never stoop to hitting someone a second time.
Aside from his lucky older brother, he has never actually hit anyone with his own hands.
He would never give anyone who dared to offend him a chance to live.
It's something that can be solved with a single bullet, why bother with all that trouble?
Song Cha looked slightly embarrassed when he heard him say that, but his expression returned to normal after a few seconds.
How could he forget how badly he was beaten at home last time, to the point that he barely left the house for more than two months?
Every wound on his body was a reminder that he must not let go of this threat.
As long as his younger brother is alive, he will never have a peaceful day.
But getting rid of him is by no means easy; it cannot be rushed, nor should it be rushed.
If you make one wrong move, you'll lose everything, and your fate will be far more serious than just getting a beating.
They have no idea how horribly they died.
Although her heart was already churning with emotions, she remained polite in her tone.
"I'm used to going out like this, it's not directed at anyone in particular."
"Pasong, don't overthink it."
The man scoffed, too lazy to expose his feigned sincerity, and said bluntly, "Feeling guilty, huh?"
"It is usually people who do too many petty things who keep fantasizing that someone is trying to harm them."
"Brother, don't you think so?"
Fu Yungui asked him, word by word, with a faint smile on her lips.
Her tone was casual, as if she were really discussing something unimportant with him, and she even asked for his opinion with great interest.
Upon hearing this, Song Cha's face immediately darkened, and he couldn't tell whether Song Cha was testing him or just making a joke.
But even if it was just a joke, he didn't dare take it seriously.
“You’re really overthinking it, Pason.”
Song Cha replied, and without waiting for his reply, turned around and walked inside, leading the way for him.
"Let's go inside first; this isn't the place to talk."
Fu Yungui ignored him and simply followed behind him into a private room.
The room was large, and at a glance, it wasn't much different from the place where Buddy had last met him, except for the few fewer girls.
The lights were dim, but there was no loud, deafening music.
"Could you..." Song Cha had only gone in a little when she stopped and turned to look at him, "Could you ask them to leave for a moment?"
"There are some things that I think we need to talk about properly."
As he spoke, he looked at the two people behind the man.
Anu frowned, wondering what he wanted to say and why he wanted to send them away.
However, he remained motionless, standing there straight.
He glanced at the man in front of him, but the man didn't say a word. He walked past Song Cha and went straight to the sofa inside, where he sat down by himself.
Fu Yungui crossed his legs on the table, then leaned back lazily, looking at the person still standing at the door.
Song observed his expression, especially since he didn't say a word, and couldn't tell whether he agreed or disagreed.
However, he didn't think about it anymore, and he didn't want to persist any longer.
If we don't want to go out, then we don't have to.
Thinking this, he walked inside and sat down opposite Fu Yungui.
The man leaned back, propped himself up on his hand, and glanced at him. "Just say what you have to say."
Song Cha smiled slightly, "I asked you to come here today to discuss a collaboration."
The man raised an eyebrow, amused, and asked, "Cooperation?"
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