Chapter 135: Chip
"Otherwise, just say I’m your friend," Xu Si lowered her eyes, fidgeting with a slightly oversized ring. A female companion didn’t necessarily have to be a lover.
Just like the male companions she had on Hong Kong Island, a role always filled by her assistant, Anshi.
A friend? she thought. What a good excuse, an all-purpose excuse.
Pei Zhen glanced at her through his silver hair, twitched his fingers, and remained silent, watching the road ahead with an enigmatic smile.
After a moment, he said, "It seems we’re too late."
Xu Si faltered slightly. "What do you mean, ’too late’?"
The words had barely left her lips when she heard the sharp screech of tires against the pavement and turned to look out the window.
The car slowed to a halt before a church that blended Gothic styles, reminiscent of visual art imported from distant shores to Central Europe during the Middle Ages.
Cars already packed the area outside the church. The surroundings were unfamiliar.
Representatives from various gangs had gathered, standing in separate groups. The motley assembly created an intimidating atmosphere. These gangs, often in conflict and ruling their own territories with mutual disdain, rarely assembled in one place. Their current gathering was a show of respect for the deceased, yet no one could guarantee that new conflicts wouldn’t erupt.
When the Triad Society’s car arrived, all eyes fell upon its distinctive license plate.
The Green Union Gang, whose leader had died, was now a dragon without a head. The underlings were ostensibly filled with sorrow—though whether their grief was genuine was debatable. At the very least, their faces were as somber as icebergs, etched with defeat and despair.