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Perhaps it was chance, or perhaps it was fate that Johnny Wu was watching TV that fated Monday morning.
He rarely cared to turn on the huge TV screen that his brother had stolen a couple of months ago – the two of them watched football on it, occasionally, but lately money had been so scarce that all the people in the gang were out there, looting and breaking in into rich homes, as a great percentage of the rich fools were abroad for the holidays.
So – busy times! But today it was raining heavily, and he decided that perhaps taking a day off thievery would do him worlds of good. They had beer in the fridge and last night everyone drank so heavily that at 11 a.m. today most were half-dead, rolling on the floor or snoring loudly, sleeping in their very chairs, just where the dawn had found them.
His head hurt and he was quite grumpy, but he turned the TV on because he was bored.
Ugh, there he was again! That annoying yuppie!
Why were all the channels so preoccupied with this Lan shithead?! Surely, there was other crime in this fucked-up country, other than Victor fucking Zorn!
- Damn... - Johnny mumbled, cursing under his breath and snacking on some stolen crisps that were scattered all over the dirty table.
He wasn't impressed. Whenever he saw a rich asshole, his brain only registered their money. He did not see the clothes, or the beauty of his face, or even the sound of their voice – he just did not care.
He was watching distractedly, his headache pulsating behind his eyeballs still, although he suspected his own hangover wasn't as bad as the other guys'.
He grinned. After all – they were heavier than him! Stupider too. Slower! Fools to be controlled and managed.
And he was doing it beautifully! The gang was just 8 people right now, but they were enough. He was going to be rich one day, and his own gang was going to grow, grow and grow! It was going to become as successful as the Jins! More successful even! Richer!
He was just waiting for his golden goose to lay its golden egg.
Soon.
That skinny moron had until the end of the month. So, soon.
He grinned to himself, despite the approaching migraine. The thought of a lot of money always managed to fix his mood.
- Ehh?
What was that?! Had someone accidentally pressed the remote's buttons and changed the channel!?
He blinked, sleepy and hung-over, as he stared at the huge screen again, focusing not so much on the images, but rather – on the sounds.
- What now... Is this some porn channel? At noon? Ha!
The sounds on TV were obscene, and his grin broadened. Well, well, he might actually grow to like that Lan bastard! He was definitely fucking someone behind that door, there was no mistaking it! The program's presenter was all red in the face, and this amused him too.
- Bitch! You can't decide whether to stay for the shitshow, or leave coz it's noon porn! - he sniggered, now tossing the crisps into his wide-open mouth even faster, ravenous not so much for the junk food, but rather – for the spectacle.
But then... Then, lightning struck.
- Heeeey!!!
Johnny's eyes opened even wider than his mouth, and he mumbled:
- I know that fucking voice. I know the annoying asshole it belongs to. I know... I know...
Johnny Wu froze, letting the bag of crisps fall to the floor.
He knew that voice.
He knew those moans.
He knew who it was - the one who begged like this, who screamed like this!
Jiang Cheng had screamed for him too.
His loud exclamatory words had woken his brother, and he now approached him, rubbing his eyes sleepily with his fists.
- Is everything OK, Ge? – his voice grunted.
Generally, Johnny would have kicked his shin for interrupting his train of thoughts, but today... Oh, today was a special day!
Today... Ohh!
- Bro... - he turned his head towards his brother, and the heavy-set bear of a man actually gasped: his Ge looked scary.
He looked hungry.
- Bro, we need to find some bigger suitcases. I think we could shoot not one, but two geese with just one bullet! – he grinned awfully, showing all his teeth, just like a hyena would, startling his younger brother, and leaving him without any explanation at all.
His mind immediately drew a map. A plan of action.
He had to be patient. No rush.
He had to keep his golden goose a secret, especially from motherfucking Jin Zixuan!
Ahhh... Hmmm.
Oh?
Did that annoying Jiang Yanli know about all this?!
Whoa! His blackmail scheme took a much better shape, almost a professional shape...
Good, good.
After all, he was the brain behind all this. He had to think this through. Lay it out carefully. He could not afford any mistakes now.
His future depended on it, now more than ever.
So, would you look at that! The little sly fox was in bed with another rank of criminals... The FBI... the fucking pigs... and the worst of them all - the lawyers.
He spat on the floor in disgust.
He hated them all, but... all of them were good for one thing, inevitably.
Money.
Mildly impressed now, and truly wondering whether Jiang Wanyin had planned all this in order to strip Lan Xichen from all his (too many) millions, he stared into the TV keenly now, thirstily swallowing all the erotic sounds coming off it, ignoring his brother's words completely.
He was hungry.
Hungrier than before.
