The two bald n were walking unhurriedly towards the accessories store, their waists bulging, likely carrying weapons.
Just as the two bald n arrived at the door of the accessories store, a middle-aged fat man erged from the neighboring Wreath and Funeral Clothes Store. The man wore a dazzling yellow Taoist robe, and his belly beneath it was as large as if he were ten months pregnant, paired with a dung-colored satchel slung over his shoulder, altogether giving a strong sense of discordance.
The middle-aged fat man was none other than Feng Shui Master Ma Fatty, one of Su Xiao’s few friends, who was ready to help soone with feng shui.
Ma Fatty only had a superficial understanding of feng shui, but he had a tongue that could talk the dead back to life, allowing him to thrive in his field.
It must be ntioned, although Ma Fatty was a scam artist, he did have so conscience. Once, he was invited by an elderly woman to examine an unusual illness affecting her grandson.
Ma Fatty had no dical expertise, but business was knocking, and not going would ruin his reputation. When he arrived at the client’s ho, he imdiately noticed sothing was wrong; the little boy looked pale and listless.
In this situation, Ma Fatty quickly ca up with a plan, swiftly performing a divination. The divination’s result was to rush him to the city hospital, as instructed by so ’immortal’.
Though the elderly woman was baffled, Ma Fatty’s determination left no room for doubt. He neither used any talisman water nor perford any rituals, and within five minutes at the scene, he dialed 120.
After so ergency treatnt, the child was ultimately fine, and through a twist of fate, Ma Fatty befriended a doctor from the city hospital. Without needing words, they understood each other’s intentions and forged an agreent to send patients directly to the hospital in such cases in the future.
The process was humorous, but it must be said, Ma Fatty did exhibit so professional ethics.
Just as Ma Fatty, dressed in his yellow Taoist robe, stepped out, he faced the two bald n head-on. Seeing these foreigners, Ma Fatty imdiately sensed sothing was wrong. More importantly, they were heading straight towards the accessories store that Su Xiao had set up; the open door indicated Su Xiao was inside.
Knowing Su Xiao’s previous profession, Ma Fatty imdiately thought this might be enemies coming to take revenge on Su Xiao, making him sowhat anxious.
Ma Fatty could beco friends with Su Xiao mainly because he was selfless when it ca to helping friends. After pausing for two seconds, he devised a strategy.
Ma Fatty put one hand behind his back and raised the other in front of him, appearing like an enlightened master. In fact, his hidden hand had already taken out a phone.
Unfortunately, it was too late to notify Su Xiao via phone; before the ssage could be sent, the two bald n had already entered the accessories store.
"Please, halt."
Though Ma Fatty was inwardly panicking, his deanor was calm, and he wore a faint smile.
The two bald n were xicans, commonly known as Old Mo in the Underground World. These people are 96.5% religiously devout, gaining significant fa in the Dark World for their ruthless and decisive actions, but they value family and faith above all else.
The two bald Old Mo were stopped by Ma Fatty, exchanging glances with each other. One of their diamond ear studs glead abnormally bright in the sunlight.
Dazzled by the diamond, Ma Fatty squinted his eyes. Seeing this, the two bald Old Mo relaxed slightly.
"I see the dark aura lingering around your foreheads, indicative of grave misfortune soon. We are brought together by fate, and I... ahem, I am willing to shield you from this disaster."
Ma Fatty still wore a smile, but the two Old Mo glanced at each other again. They understood Chinese, but how could the two foreigners comprehend Ma Fatty’s half-literate speech?
Despite this, they grasped one point: Ma Fatty appeared to have so belief, and at this point, he was expressing these two beliefs.
Realizing this, the two bald Old Mo were angered, their eyes gleaming coldly, with one of them reaching for his waist.
Ma Fatty imdiately felt the tension rising; his always-successful persuasion technique t a setback.
Just as one bald Old Mo was about to lash out, the other held his arm, shaking his head. The first man relaxed his hold, evidently reluctant to act here.
Cold sweat slid down Ma Fatty’s forehead. At a loss, he heard the sound of padded paws against the ground.
Bubu Wang had arrived, its eyes sweeping over the two Old Mo and then Ma Fatty. Having fought alongside Su Xiao for a long ti, it imdiately understood the situation.
Bubu Wang stood in front of Ma Fatty, his mouth open and shut. He recognized the clever Siberian Husky, who once helped him order takeout.
Ma Fatty was about to instruct Bubu Wang to inform Su Xiao, but Bubu Wang didn’t move, rely standing in front of Ma Fatty.
Bubu Wang stared directly at the two bald Old Mo. Now, it wasn’t Ma Fatty sweating but the two bald Old Mo, as they both felt they weren’t being stared down by a ’Siberian Husky’, but more like a Wolf King on the frozen tundra. That gaze was sothing no dostic dog could possess.
Bubu Wang assessed the two Old Mo for a while; from its judgnt, resolving these two would take no more than 20 seconds, and to take lethal action, only 6 seconds.
Su Xiao stood inside the accessories store. Due to the hot weather, and since no guests would co into the store, he was shirtless.
Su Xiao gestured to Ma Fatty, indicating everything was fine, and Ma Fatty breathed a sigh of relief, turning to head towards his newly acquired vehicle.
The two bald Old Mo entered the accessories store. Not standing on ceremony, they sat directly on the sofa, their bodies stiffly straight.
"Did Desilva send you here?"
Su Xiao sat opposite the two bald Old Mo. Though he hadn’t seen these two before, he recognized the necklace on one of their necks, which was a family heirloom, only bequeathed to the eldest son or The Heirs.
Speaking, Su Xiao lit a cigarette and tossed the pack toward the two bald Old Mo. One took two cigarettes, both placing them on their laps, indicating their acceptance of hospitality but lacking the habit of smoking.
"The people from the Desilva family are certainly ’mute’."
Su Xiao exhaled a breath of blue smoke. He had previously dealt with these people during his ti as an assassin.
"Gift."
One bald Old Mo spoke, his Chinese awkward. He stood and walked toward Su Xiao, simultaneously extracting an exquisite wooden box from his suit. The box was flat, about ten centiters wide and fifty centiters long.
The bald Old Mo handed the wooden box to Su Xiao and returned to the sofa.
Su Xiao opened the box, revealing a Damascus Knife inside. The blade was covered in tal patterns deliberately left during forging, with a pale yellow handle likely made of ivory, and around its end was inlaid a ring of Sapphire.
From its appearance, the knife was very elegant, but it wasn’t just ostentatious; the blade’s edge was extrely sharp, and this knife had so age.
Undoubtedly, this was a valuable item. The saying goes, offering a gift unsolicited, there’s ulterior motive or theft involved. The two Old Mo traveled thousands of miles solely to present Su Xiao with a prized Damascus Knife?
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