Chapter 109
The tide lapped gently at the lake shore. Outside the window was the vast stretch of sky and water, as far as the eye could see. Although they were in the tiger’s cave, the room that the pale man had assigned them was unexpectedly not bad, and was possibly the best room in the inn. Jian Yao had given the room a thorough once over and, not finding any hidden cameras or other surveillance equipment, felt more at ease. They had arrived out of the blue, so it was possible that these criminals had not had time to prepare for it.
Bo Jinyan leaned back on the bed with his hands behind his head and his injured leg propped up with a pillow, looking entirely relaxed. Jian Yao stood by the window, shifting her gaze between the scene outside and him. Unable to restrain herself, she said, “Are you certain they will deliver your message to the higher-ups in the Buddha’s Hand organisation?”
Bo Jinyan replied, “Certain. Clearly, the person in control of Buddha’s Hand is very much interested in Zhu Tao’s notes. Once I mention this, they will definitely meet with me.”
“What happens if they kill us immediately and grab the notes?”
Bo Jinyan said, “If they really wanted to kill us, they would have done so earlier, on the boat. Not killing us means that we still have some value; if we are useful, then we have the opportunity to live. This thread of opportunity can extend to boundless possibilities.” He then smiled briefly before continuing, “We had originally intended to find the masked killer within Buddha’s Hand and wipe out the organisation at the same time. Now, we have the opportunity to penetrate to the very heart of the organisation. By a freakish combination of factors, we have achieved what Zhu Tao could not in so many years. This is really a blessing due to misfortune.”
Jian Yao was by now eager to take action, spurred on by his words. She laughed in spite of herself – he had such charisma, no matter how dangerous the situation, he would enable you to see through the haziness in front of you, to see the hope bounding long behind.
Dong-dong! – someone was knocking on the door. Jian Yao glanced at Bo Jinyan. It had not even been half an hour since they walked into the inn.
Jian Yao opened the door and the pale man walked in. He smiled faintly and said in a deep voice, “Smiling Snake, someone wants to meet you.”
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