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the 7th - 8th of February, 2026
- I only got a couple of cold sandwiches. Are you bringing any food with you?
Johnny growled.
The fucking cop hadn't shared any part of his plan with them in advance! They only had to listen about how he WANTED the pompous Mister Lan all for himself!
He felt it, with the skin on his back, the way his brother livened up at the mention of food, and he bitterly pondered over the simple fact that Jun was just like a faithful dog – anyone that brought him food was going to easily be able to control him completely!
Was he going to betray him one day, because of that weakness?
Perhaps.
For now, he had to take care of his investment. He had to be... agreeable.
Polite even.
- We ain't plannin' to be stayin' in here for a nice, long summer vacation, sir. – he jeered at Mike, who was coming back with a large backpack, flung over his shoulder. – How 'bout ya?
Mike frowned. Yes, the sooner this was over – the better. God knew, he had done his waiting! His patience and perseverance had finally to be rewarded!
- No. Me neither. – he answered tersely. – Today was supposed to be Mister Lan Wangji's wedding, but I am guessing there must have been some fuss, after bǎobèi's walk to the bar. We call him tomorrow morning. Let him stew for a while.
Mike Flannegan had actually said it seriously, but Johnny now grinned. His dislike for Lan Xichen was innate, and deeply-rooted, as, unlike the fucker, he was neither rich, nor spoilt, nor pretty, nor entitled. He hated all those things.
- Great! - he chirped. – And we sure know that he has his phone on him, huh, Captain!
Jiang Cheng now listened, numb all over, as there was some rustling, and someone moved behind his back – probably the pig was pulling stuff from out of the bag, and placing it on the table. He now realized that the melody he had heard the previous time he managed to come to had been his own phone's ringtone. Just how much battery was there left?! Had A-Huan been calling him???
God! And his sister???
Wei Wuxian?!
Yes, probably all of them. His boss too.
Maybe even Bobby Chan too...
He clenched his teeth, remembering.
The tea.
Dammit!
The asshole had ruined A-Ning's excellent tea blend forever!
Too distracted with his annoyance and his fresh hatred for someone he had considered his friend, he now didn't notice the fact that the accursed Johnny Wu was leaning over his wrinkled, crumpled body, sniggering and sounding pleased.
He pressed his eye-lids more, shutting his eyes, thankful, in a way, that his mouth was tightly shut. There were no guarantees he wouldn't be cursing badly right now if the situation was different!
