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Now, unlike Bobby Chan, Wen Ning was far too young to know better. He didn't know that it was a lot better not to disturb mob bosses while at the negotiations table.
A-Xuan was now glaring at him, for absolutely no reason at all, but he did not flinch, and bore the malicious, incinerating stare on his person for what felt a long time. It wade Mister X smirk, and gladly suction in some more poison from his thick, smelly cigar.
He liked that boy. He liked him almost as much as he liked the pretty one, A-Cheng.
The young doctor did not get any real reply, about any real orders of any possible beverages, so he just nodded slightly, and grumbled:
- Very well then.
Moving away from the hot spot was something he did unwillingly, because he was actually eager to stay, and maybe catch some details about the situation. He was positive that the meeting, being held in such an unusual way, at such an atypical location, and at such odd hour, was about Mister Jiang. He remembered his friend's midnight story. He hated the gangs, and he held no love for his father, but he remembered Mister Jiang's face when he was telling him brutal details about it all.
One of Mister X's men was standing right behind his back, his gun at the ready, one was stationed at the front door, as if the mobsters were expecting a police raid any minute now. Wen Ning was staring at their dark, loose winter coats and was suddenly reminded of Al Capone's times in the 1930s, of speakeasy hideaways, the Prohibition Act, ad tommy guns, and he wondered why. He also thought that things hadn't changed too much since then... perhaps not at all.
He worked diligently, expediently, quickly. Soon, a large tray was ready; he had prepared boiling hot water that could be used for the tea, and also – a sizable jug of freshly brewed Turkish coffee. In the middle of the tray were arranged a couple of tiny, dainty porcelain basins, which contained sugar, honey, milk, and also – samples of his favored varieties of herbal tea.
He made sure to move as briskly as possible, and then he did his best to take his time while placing everything on one of the multiple free tables, expecting the people nearby to just move over, and sit there. He was arranging everything in a beautiful, aesthetic manner, but his ears were perked up all the time; he was trying to catch at least bits and pieces of the conversation.
- It's already being taken care of, I've already given the orders. Many people are searching for him. – Jin Zixuan grunted, craving to light another cigarette of his own; he had just run out.
- No doubt. His lover is crazy about him. But I care little about that. I care more about why THE HELL was all video footage from my bar thoroughly deleted! Who... who had the wits to do it, to plan it... That idiot Bobby Chan can't have thought this through! Damn, I ain't trusting shit tea ever again in my life!!! - Mister X hissed, now choking a little and starting to cough due to the exhausting rant he had just thrown all over his rival.
- Ha! You're losing your touch! This is a kid's trick! - the younger man mocked him openly, which led to a smug smile on the face of his own bodyguard, and a dangerous frown on the face of Mister X's man, standing nearby.
- Don't tell me what I already know! I trusted that piece of shit! But I will have my revenge. I will be doing God's work, bringing justice down on his ass, like fire from the Heavens – just watch me!
- Don't make me laugh! You can't even keep your own bar safe! We will do the work, and if you pay up – we might even share some of the intel with---
