Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1265: Chapter 106: C’est la Vie

Four people wearing white masks and tactical combat gear burst into the room at high speed.

At the same moment they rushed in, Mr. Haus inside the room was struggling… he was fighting back with his utterly harmless body—but his limbs had already been strapped down with belts.

“Let go… let go of me…”

At the instant of his despair, these four masked, armed intruders were nothing less than a gospel to him—he wasn’t a believer, didn’t believe in the Lord, but right now he had an urge to praise the Lord.

“Who the hell are you!!”

The doctors and nurses had huddled together in terror… because two of the masked gunmen were pointing their weapons right at them!

At the same time, the other two rushed to Haus’s side and undid his restraints. One of them spoke in a low voice, “You’re Haus?”

“Are you… Wally…?” Haus asked excitedly.

The man didn’t answer, just said quickly, “Mr. Haus, we need to get you out, fast. This place has hired quite a lot of people from the Bertani Company.”

“Damn… I’m the one who hired them… all of them, SHIT!” Even so, he forced down the anger in his chest… as long as he could leave this place, as long as he could get to Wally’s side, as long as he could… he’d take everything back!

The masked gunman who had spoken nodded, then simply hoisted Haus onto his back.

They left the hospital quickly, flinging flashbangs and smoke grenades around, kicking up quite a commotion. Haus felt as if he had gone back to the war years of the last century, those days when he braved barrages of gunfire while running one smuggling route after another.

All he heard were chaotic shouts… his head was groggy, and before long they had carried him into a modified van.

Haus’s spirits seemed to lift a little… perhaps because he had escaped danger. “Thank the Lord, your kindness will be rewarded.”

Then one of the masked gunmen suddenly took out a miniature detector and started sweeping it roughly all over Haus’s body.

“What are you doing!” Haus was quite displeased… the guy’s movements were far from civilized.

“Relax, sir,” another man said coolly. “He’s just checking whether they put any kind of transmitter on you. You don’t want to finally get out only to be caught right away, do you?”

Haus was startled and immediately said, “Keep going!”

Suddenly the detector beeped… right at Haus’s heart. Haus hurried to say, “I’ve got a pacemaker!”

The one doing the check said nothing and kept sweeping down. The detector beeped again at the soles of Haus’s feet. “Got a pacemaker there too?”

Haus shivered. Before he could say anything, his leg was yanked up. Another man grabbed a small knife and slit open the skin of his sole, then used tweezers to pull out a fingertip-sized piece of something!

“It must be Jimmy! That damn traitor!!” Haus didn’t care about the wound on his sole. His face twisted ferociously, but at the same time he felt extremely satisfied with how cautious Wally’s men were—at least for now, he temporarily set aside his wariness toward the people in this van… of course, only until he saw Wally.

…

His name was Yichi, a man who had grown up on the Siberian plateau. Later he had joined a local boxing training camp and, after drifting around, eventually became a mercenary… and was the only one among this ten-man team to survive.

At the dock, looking at the four former companions who had been in charge of preparing the final escape route here, Yichi didn’t feel much sadness. What truly terrified him was only the unknown virus that had been injected into his body.

It wasn’t that Yichi hadn’t considered the possibility that this was just a lie from the other side… but what if it was true? Drug makers, drug sellers—nine out of ten of those bastards were lunatics. He wasn’t a gambler; between life and death, the only thing he could do was agree to cooperate with them.

Besides, leaving aside the weapons that had already been confiscated, just in terms of close-quarters combat, he was nowhere near a match for the young man in front of him—who could lift a hospital bed with one hand and smash it at him… The young man was sitting in a chair now, holding a small scalpel.

The scalpel danced between his fingers… Yichi’s eyelids twitched hard. People who could play with a scalpel like it was a butterfly knife were rare… this young man’s scalpel might be even more terrifying than his fists!

Of the four mercenaries lying on the ground, two had their throats slit open by that very scalpel…

And next to them was a woman whose body, in Yichi’s eyes, looked rather “dry”—but this woman alone had flattened the other two mercenaries.

“After you pulled Haus out, what were you going to do next?” the young man asked, staring straight at him.

Yichi didn’t quite dare to meet the young man’s gaze… he prided himself on having killed many people, but the look in this young man’s eyes made him feel like he was strapped to an operating table, about to be dismembered at any moment… like facing a butcher!

“We were going to leave directly from this dock, take a cargo ship to Shanghai City first. Our company has a freighter there. We’d sail to Kamala, then fly out from there. Our final destination is Britain…”

The young man—’Tang Tianlin’—narrowed his eyes slightly. “Even at best that’d take four or five days. Yet it’s been less than two days since you came.”

Cold sweat streamed down Yichi’s back. “We didn’t all start out from Britain. We have people operating all over the mainland.”

Just then, the woman who had been leaning against the wall with her eyes closed suddenly opened them, as two beams from spotlights swept over… A van was driving up outside.

‘Tang Tianlin’ stood up and said calmly, “Haus is back. We’ll follow your original plan… I’ll leave contacting your boss to you.”

As he spoke, he suddenly flicked his wrist, and the scalpel in his hand shot out. The metal blade skimmed past Yichi’s face, opened a small cut, then finally nailed itself into the wall behind him.

“…Okay.”

At the same time, ‘Tang Tianlin’ and the woman put on white masks and matching combat uniforms, then walked side by side up onto the ship.

Only then did she speak. “I never agreed to this. You’re suddenly leaving now, and for such a long time on top of that.”

‘Tang Tianlin’ replied casually, “Opportunity doesn’t wait. Miss this one and we might lose track of the Perfect Human Cells for good.”

She fell silent for a moment, then shook her head, walked off a bit, and stood alone by the rail, gazing toward the riverbank ahead… After quite a while, she took out her phone and sent two text messages.

One was to Xiaobao, telling him to request a long leave for her—though she was very interested in the Perfect Human Cells, she clearly had no intention of giving up her identity here as a forensic doctor… it was the identity that allowed her to cross paths with Ren Ziling.

The second was naturally to Ren Ziling, telling her that she had some personal matters to handle and would be away for a while. The business about moving in would have to wait until she got back and they could talk.

Not long after, Haus, supported by two big men, walked onto the ship—Yichi had not originally been the leader of this ten-man squad, just the vice-captain… but now, he had naturally become the new captain of the “ten-man” team, fully responsible for contact with Haus and the real boss on the British side.

She watched all this quietly… ‘Tang Tianlin’s plan was extremely rushed, yet exceptionally effective. Even though ‘Tang Tianlin’ had already been extremely careful, she still didn’t quite trust Yichi, so she flicked a finger.

A dark red mark slipped soundlessly through the night and sank into Yichi’s body… merging with a necklace he wore around his neck.

Mm… better safe than sorry, she thought.

Not long after, the ship began to pull out of the dock, and her expression suddenly changed. Damn!

She had no idea how long this trip away would last, and she’d forgotten to bring out the jam!!!!

She stuck her hand out past the railing, heartbroken. “My rations…”

…

Down at the pier, Liu Minghao and Wei Zidao lowered their telescopes at the same time… Liu Minghao lit a cigarette and took a drag.

“Brother Hao, what are these people trying to pull? Looks like they’re about to leave?” Wei Zidao frowned. “That old man they took away, who is he? He looks kind of familiar.”

“That old guy’s name is Haus. On the surface he’s a foreign investor in our country, doing big business, with quite a few business ties to the Zhao Family…” Liu Minghao said blandly. “Of course, behind the scenes, he’s a drug trafficker smuggling across mainland Europe.”

“How is this guy connected to the Vampire Family of the Demonic Feast Alliance?”

“That I don’t know.” Liu Minghao shook his head. “Haus was never under our jurisdiction to begin with. That’s a national security matter. But now… how about this, go back and write up a report and hand it to the branch. I imagine our overseas intelligence network is about to spin up.”

“What about the mess at the hospital?”

Liu Minghao shrugged. “We’ve still got the police, don’t we… Besides, Haus isn’t from Hua Country. Let those foreign bastards fight their own ghosts, whatever they like. As long as it’s not aimed at our own people, we’ll just pretend we didn’t see it.”

He glanced at the time. Ten-thirty at night.

“It’s that late already… let’s head back.”

…

…

Three hours earlier.

Luo Qiu came home… not all that surprised to see Lizi sitting on the living room sofa, and then unexpectedly saw Ren Ziling in the kitchen going to war.

With full auntie momentum, Mammy Ren stood at the kitchen doorway holding a spatula, but her persona collapsed in an instant. Instead of saying something like dinner would be ready soon and to go wash hands, she asked pitifully, “…Where did you put the chu hou paste?”

Luo Qiu let out a small sigh, shook his head, took the spatula from Ren Ziling’s hand, then grabbed a clean apron and tied it on. “I’ll take over. I don’t want to spend twice as long on cleanup.”

“Can we still be friends?!!”

“They’re all here.” Without even looking, Luo Qiu reached into one of the open cabinet compartments and said casually, “I put all the rarely used condiments here. Anything you can’t find on the stovetop will be in here. Got it?”

To his surprise, Mammy Ren started counting on her fingers. “One, two, three… thirty!!! My god, this is the first time you’ve said more than thirty characters to me in one sentence!! Can I celebrate with three bottles of beer tonight?!”

Then, under Boss Luo’s gaze, Mammy Ren wriggled away from the kitchen like a caterpillar… He gave the sliding door a pull and shut the kitchen.

Lizi, who was watching TV, burst out laughing, saying the variety show’s performers were hilarious, so Mammy Ren grabbed a fresh lantern fruit she’d just bought and chucked it over.

Lizi’s reflexes were top-notch; she actually caught it with her mouth and grinned. “Another one!”

“Get lost!” Ren Ziling grabbed a handful and flung five or six at once.

Lizi somehow caught every single one, and Ren Ziling… conceded defeat.

“Did the circus hire you to be their clown?” Mammy Ren slumped onto the sofa, drained.

Lizi tossed one lantern fruit back in return, feeding it right to Ren Ziling’s lips, smiling brightly… Ren Ziling rolled her eyes.

Chances are, the days without Luo Qiu around wouldn’t be boring either… She brushed back her hair and, almost unconsciously, glanced at the kitchen sliding door, at that blurry silhouette of Luo Qiu inside, and smiled.

She was already starting to feel reluctant to part.

…

Of course, Luo Qiu’s cooking couldn’t compare to the Maid’s, but it completely crushed Mammy Ren by several blocks in terms of level. A dozen minutes later, the three of them were seated at the dining table.

Lizi didn’t mooch meals here that often, but every time she came she could put away nearly half a rice cooker’s worth of rice, just short of licking the plates. This time was no exception. “Luo Qiu, can I be your mistress? I’m really low maintenance. As long as you guarantee three meals a day at this standard, I can totally not care about status!”

Luo Qiu smiled faintly and said nothing… Lizi retreated.

Ren Ziling snapped, “You might not care, but I do! Remember, from now on, if you’re here for three meals a day, you sort yourself out!”

“How can you do this!!” Lizi protested.

Ren Ziling pretended not to hear, then picked up the cup by her side—three bottles’ worth obviously wasn’t happening; Luo Qiu had only poured her a glass, and not even to the brim.

So stingy!

“Oh right, when I went to do an interview today, do you know who I ran into?” Ren Ziling suddenly looked at Luo Qiu, a ring of beer foam still clinging to the corner of her mouth.

Luo Qiu pushed the tissue box over to her. “Who did you see?”

“Song Ying!” Ren Ziling widened her eyes. “Scared the hell out of me! That classmate of yours has quite the background!”

“You… went to interview her?” Luo Qiu mused.

“Yeah, her company’s doing PR. They practically invited every well-known media outlet.” Ren Ziling almost wiped the foam with the back of her hand, but… obediently used a tissue instead.

“What did she say to you?”

Mammy Ren narrowed her eyes. “Give me another bottle and I’ll tell you~”

Boss Luo stood up and said to Lizi, “I’m full. You two take your time. Just leave the dishes, I’ll wash them later.”

Mammy Ren opened her mouth but couldn’t get a word out before Luo Qiu had already gone back to his room, as decisive as ever.

Lizi laughed out loud.

She was actually looking forward to the days of living here… even if they might not last very long.

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