- Haha, darling! Really?! – Lan Xichen was grinning at her naughtily, but A-Li was still frowning, successfully mirroring her boyfriend. On his part, Jin Zixuan looked... simply too relaxed, which, of course, was the biggest lie only a fool would ever believe.
He didn't expect any problems, but still could not, and would not agree to letting his little wifey go to the rendez-vous site all by herself. Now he threw the cigarette-butt to the side angrily, and spat into the dust down below his shoes, as his man found Lan Xichen's gun too quickly, and Brent, unwillingly, handed out his knife, taser, gun, and even silencer to the grinning tug; he did not enjoy being touched, not at all, and frisking was downright humiliating; he knew to recognize his boss's merry laughter as a thing as artificial and fake as the plastic hamburgers, ever sold at McDonald's.
- OK, now can we talk?!? – Lan Huan yipped, as if all of this was going to be about the price of squid at the fish market tomorrow morning.
- Huh. - Jin Zixuan huffed, and finally got out of the fancy car fully, his gun still seemingly loosely held, but safe in his hand, and at the ready.
A-Li rolled her eyes at the high doses of testosterone in the air, but it was to be expected. Her man was overprotective – he had always been. And no sane person would expect one to come unarmed to a meet-up with the mob.
- Leave us. – she hissed at the tug she didn't know the name of, and the man indeed walked away, joining his boss, but never letting her out of his sight, unlike Jin Zixuan himself. He lit a new cigarette, his back turned to the small drama scene now; he was not worried; he knew A-Li was more than capable of handling idiots all by herself.
Although, right there, there was a very swift, just like a lightning, red-hot bolt of concern that ran though his nervous system. A-Li had never been pregnant when having dealt with idiots before.
- Huh! - he huffed again, exasperated for a different reason.
He raised his eyes, up to the sky, and let out a generous cloud of smoke, generously adding to the general smog-pall that reigned over the city every single winter. Some strange formations were getting together in the morning sky, thick, heavy clouds that promised rain.
He spat to the side again, loath to admit to himself that he was slightly worried.
- Fuck! - he shared with no one in particular.
- Is everything OK? Boss? – the man asked diligently.
- Eh... - he did not rush to answer. – Do pray it is. I am in no mood for blood today.
The tug grinned at him, a prate-y, broken-tooth grin, as his eyes roamed over the two tall, massive-looking men, and their even-more-massive-looking snow-white vehicle.
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