Chapter 47: Burial

Zhong Yuan spoke as he rubbed the hand that had just slapped Ai Kun against the ground, as if some filth had clung to his palm.

The slap hadn't fazed Ai Kun, but this gesture darkened his expression instantly.

Zhong Yuan, however, seemed indifferent and continued, “Do you have Brother Hai’s contact information?”

Ai Kun stared at him for a moment, inhaled sharply on his cigarette, then spat out the half-smoked stub with a “phoo” before smiling faintly and replying, “I do, but it’s in my phone. Have you taken my phone?”

A phone?

Of course not.

Zhong Yuan smiled and changed the subject. “Tell me, now that you’ve disappeared, who’s most likely to be sent to clean up your mess? Brother Tong from the Gaolang Mansion? Or Mr. Qian from the Luo Kun Manor?”

The smile vanished from Ai Kun’s face. He looked at Zhong Yuan and snorted, “What, you planning a counterattack?”

Zhong Yuan shook his head with a smile. “With you gone, the Songka Mansion has become a den of dragons and tigers. Anyone who goes there is going to get their skin peeled off. I’m just curious.”

At this, a twitch appeared at the corner of Ai Kun’s eye. He coldly said, “Then why don’t you think it might be Lin Zhonghai, that gay?”

Zhong Yuan chuckled. “Lin Zhonghai is Chinese. The Chinese can’t operate in Songka Mansion, can they?”

Ai Kun fell silent.

Zhong Yuan’s words were the truth. Neither the Malays nor many locals in Songka took the Chinese seriously. This was why few Chinese ever meddled in Songka affairs.

Zhong Yuan seemed genuinely unconcerned with the answer. Seeing Ai Kun silent, he stood up to leave.

Ai Kun frowned. He couldn’t grasp why Zhong Yuan hadn’t killed him. Without knowing the purpose, he couldn’t find any leverage for negotiation.

The pain in his abdomen seemed to awaken now, growing sharper.

Ai Kun looked down at the wound on the lower right side of his abdomen. It had been treated, covered with thick gauze stained with blood.

It seemed his captors didn’t want him dead—for now.

But what exactly did they want from him?

As he pondered this, Zhong Yuan suddenly led Xiao Hua deeper into the woods. Only Zhong Da remained behind, leaning against a nearby tree, his arm injured, eyes closed—not clear if he was truly asleep or just pretending.

Ai Kun stared at Zhong Da for a while, then tried wriggling his hands, which were tied behind the tree. But as Zhong Yuan had said, they wouldn’t budge.

At that moment, Zhong Da opened his eyes and turned his gaze toward Ai Kun.

His look was full of disgust, as if Ai Kun were the filthiest thing on earth.

Ai Kun’s heart sank, but Zhong Da only glared at him for two seconds before looking away.

Time passed slowly. After about half an hour, rustling sounds came from afar, and soon Zhong Yuan and Xiao Hua returned.

Zhong Yuan walked straight up to Ai Kun. “I picked you a nice place. Want to see it for yourself?” His tone was gentle, as if they were casually chatting or old friends catching up.

Ai Kun’s heart jolted, suspicion creeping into his eyes.

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