Chapter 1689 - 1689
When they arrived at the luxurious top-level presidential suite, the waiter followed them in. As soon as the door closed, Liu Zhizhong was taken aback.
He really didn't expect that the waiter was actually Wen Bao in disguise.
His makeup skills were damn impressive, even someone like Liu Zhizhong, who had keen eyes, couldn't recognize him.
When Wen Bao removed the fake eyebrows and nose, exposing his true face, he was smiling, but his eyes were filled with tears.
After a moment of surprise, Liu Zhizhong instinctively embraced him in a deep hug.
The bond and feelings between men, really, can be fully expressed with just an embrace.
The two held each other tight, without speaking, but it felt as though they had said a lot.
Silence speaks louder than words, immeasurably appropriate.
After a long while, they finally released each other.
Although Liu Zhizhong's appearance had changed drastically, Wen Bao was still able to recognize him. Because that kind of aura hadn't changed, and because Liu Zhizhong's figure remained intact, still agile and strong. Moreover, Liu Zhizhong had mentioned his room number in their email contact!
With appreciation, Wen Bao said, "Mr. Liu…no, Mr. Chi Zhongshui, it's wonderful that you're alive!"
Liu Zhizhong smiled, nodded, "Being able to see my friend again, a sincere and reliable friend, is truly a great fortune!"
"Thank you! Come, let's sit down and have a good chat!"
Then, the two went into the presidential suite's tea bar and sat by the window.
Outside the window, the view was extraordinary, overlooking Nachu Temple on Nachu Mountain, the business district, and the distant river, quite a delight.
Wen Bao personally brewed the local specialty coconut milk tea, fragrantly aroma.
The two lit cigarettes, sipped tea, enjoyed snacks, and talked about everything that had happened.
Of course, Liu Zhizhong spoke first, while Wen Bao listened attentively, occasionally furrowing his brow.
When Liu Zhizhong finished narrating everything, Wen Bao took a deep breath, drank a mouthful of tea, and nodded.
"Mr. Chi, based on the content of your first email, it seems you're not planning on returning to the country, right?"
"Yes! Not going back, at least not now."
Wen Bao nodded deeply, gazing at the distant Nachu Temple, "I brought the money you wanted; I also managed to get some weapons for you. You certainly don't intend to become a Martial Monk here, do you?"
This humor naturally made Liu Zhizhong laugh heartily.
"Of course not! With my current appearance, no one back home could recognize me. Certainly, having surgery to revert to my original look is possible. But back home, I've already 'died,' which actually is quite good."
Wen Bao chuckled, nodded, "Indeed, you offended some powerful figures back home; otherwise, they wouldn't have used others to fire a rocket and try to kill you! Not going back saves you from being in their thoughts. Living here…"
As he spoke, he flicked the ash of his cigarette, appearing contemplative, and then said, "One could plan for some development, or simply go into my underground world, and eventually return to the country to seek out the real culprit, right?"
Liu Zhizhong shook his head, "Mr. Wen, I don't intend to be like you. And you, do you plan on always being like this? Southeast Asia's underground number one, will you always be number one? Living in such a world must come with risks, right?"
"This…"