Old Gan, blindly confused, pointed at the Thai killer and asked, shivering, “What’s wrong with him?”
I looked over at his finger and saw that the killer’s eyes were glazed over and his jaw was open, not in the way that one’s mouth opens in surprise, but in the way that one’s mouth closes when one’s muscles lose control. A trail of blood was dripping down the left side of his face, and soon more and more, and in less than a few seconds half his face was covered in blood, all from a hole that had suddenly appeared in his temple.
His hand was still stiffly outstretched, holding the position to fire, when suddenly, his body completely lost support and came crashing down forward.
Old Gan and I looked at each other, all frozen at once.
But after all, I had been to war and had seen a lot of dead people, so I quickly came back to my senses. No matter how this guy died, Old Gump and I had to get out of here, this place was too dangerous!
I had just stood up with Lao Gan in my arms when out of the corner of my eye I saw a figure dressed in a hip-hop costume about 20 metres away, who looked familiar, wearing a baseball cap and walking towards me with one hand in his pocket.
“Baldy ……”
I remembered that this guy was Baldy from the Red Light Society. I had seen him once before.
Baldy had a cold look on his face, and his dangling eyes, which were already aggressive, looked even colder at this point.
Baldy didn’t even bother to greet me. After looking at Lao Gan and me, he turned his baseball cap upside down, then rolled up his sleeves and dragged the two legs of the Thai killer towards the beach.
Old Gan smacked his lips and asked, “Did he just save us no?”
I nodded.
Old Gump continued, “My goodness, what did he do? I didn’t see anything.”
In fact, the first time we met, I noticed that this guy had extraordinary skills. On the spot, a few people from Qiu Lao Si blocked Baldy’s way, but Baldy was like a fish swimming in water, not being blocked by these people at all, and dodged into the private room.
But I really couldn’t answer when Lao Gan asked. It was never a gun, I didn’t see him with a gun in his hand.
I know all kinds of firearms very well, and in such a big storm, at a distance of twenty meters, if you want to hit a person’s temple accurately, it’s not something that a pistol can do.
I shook my head and ran quickly towards Baldy, helping him along by tugging both legs of the Thai killer.
I felt around his body and pulled out a mobile phone, which must have contained a clue to the gun he had bought. I couldn’t find anything else except the phone.
Baldy just stood there and watched me search him, not asking any questions, as if he had nothing to do with anything other than the killing – no, he didn’t seem to have much to do with the killing either, he was just pa*sing by and saw a body and was “kind” enough to help collect it. He was just pa*sing by, saw a body and “kindly” helped to collect it.
“All right, throw it in the waves. It’s such a high tide today that when the tide goes out it will take the body into the deep.” I said.
Baldy neither nodded nor shook his head, so he dragged the body with me, all the way into the waves. The waves were particularly strong and we dared not go too deep into the sea; the several-metre-high waves inside and the offshore tide would probably have swept us both into the far sea of death as well.
By the time everything was done, not an inch of us was dry, and Baldy had turned his baseball cap back the other way, the brim holding back his face.
Old Gump waited for us to return, shivering, a little frightened at the sight of Baldy.
I patted Lao Gan’s shoulder and said to Baldy, “Brother, there’s a hostel up ahead, it’s too dangerous now on a typhoon day, let’s go together to the front for shelter.”
Baldy was still the same, not saying a word or making a move, and walked ahead in the direction I pointed.
Old Gan wanted to say something but seemed to want to ask me something, but no one wanted to stand in the rain when it was so stormy, so he said nothing more and followed with his head down and I broke off.
It was only a twenty-minute walk, but the storm was so heavy that we walked for forty minutes before we reached the hotel.
The front desk was nodding off, and when they saw the three of us covered in rain, they took us in and asked how many rooms we had.
I thought for sure we would be spending the night, so I said three rooms.
Before I could open my mouth, Baldy surprisingly suddenly held out two fingers, “Two rooms.”
The boy had been mute all night and suddenly opened his mouth, and Old Gump and I were both a little surprised. Then Baldy added, “I have something to say to you, and he can’t be bothered to listen.”
Lao Gan was just an ordinary man, and it scared the hell out of him to live under the same roof as a murderous guy like Baldy, so when he heard Baldy say that, he was begging for it.
But Old Gan was a bit worried that Liu Rong’s men would come after him, he thought the Thai killer from earlier was one of Liu Rong’s men.
I told him to relax: “No one will come out to die in this rain. Besides, Liu Rong is not that brave. After tonight, he won’t use the killers rashly tomorrow when everyone has recovered. Don’t worry, I’ll be right next door.”
Old Gan was also exhausted by this time, having run in the rain for almost an hour, who could take it? After being comforted by me, Old Gan put his mind at ease and went back to his room to take a shower.
I had only taken two rooms, but then it became too uncomfortable to wear wet clothes, so I took another room for a shower.
After I had changed into a dry robe, I went to knock on Baldy’s door, which he opened, and I almost died laughing.
The guy had showered and changed into his robe, but the wet cap was still on his head, not taken off, except that the brim was facing backwards.
What kind of a secret is this guy’s head that he’s wearing a hat like this?
The bald man noticed me holding back my laughter, but he seemed indifferent to everything in the world and turned to let me in.
“What do you want to talk to me about?” I asked.
Baldy didn’t say anything, but turned on the TV on the wall.
I thought to myself that it couldn’t be that I was coming to watch a movie in the middle of the night, and when the TV flashed, Zhao Zichen’s face appeared.
Baldy handed me his mobile phone, “The boss is looking for you.”
After saying that, he opened the door himself and went out, came back to the door and took the room card I had just opened, and said to me, “Sleep.”
The corners of my mouth twitched as I looked at Zhao Zichen’s extremely bearded face and got a headache.
“It’s you again.” I said.
Zhao Zichen said with a smile, “Don’t be angry, Chao, I really did save your life this time at least. And I didn’t calculate it, it was a coincidence! I can make some conditions with you openly this time, right?”
Holy Sh*t, this kid wasn’t dead yet.
