The tea was warm and calming after the acidic taste of the cig. They were out again, in the lift and down in the parking lot. Hua Cheng's phone flashed a few more times, and he clicked it off, tucking it into his pocket. "I will drive, sit in front." He stabbed the key in, and the engine growled to life.
"Tell me, where do you wish me to drop you. No need for that, sir, at least not while we are alone. I will, however, provide you with suits and prepare you when I need you to go out on meetings with me"
He pulls to the side of the spot where Xie Lian told him to stop. "Rest and be prepared. You have seen not even a half of it and of what I need from you" He closed the doors and went backward back on the main street disappearing into the darkness.
Hua Cheng was back at his headquarters. The first thing he did was go to the fifth floor to talk with He Xuan. Without a word, he was inside, fishing for the next cig, he asked. "Did you find out anything, or did you spend all day munching on your snacks?"
"Keep making fun of me, and I won't tell you what I know," He Xuan threatens, popping a piece of fruit into his mouth. "Anyhow, what I know is something pretty important…"
"Don't play smart ass with me, He Xuan, if it was not me, you would still be rotting in that room under the guard of Bai Wuxiang. You eat all the time, what is worse, every time I see you eat…I can eat too. You eat with such a passion that even stuffed full, I could take more." He took one fruit out of the bowl. He never smoked near this man, that was He Xuan's condition. "So what did you find out? Who is the traitor sent by my enemy?" Well, he did fish for a cig moment ago, forgetting their agreement, but he corrected himself pretty fast with again a very audible Tch!
"And you act like my eating is gross," he says as he watches Hua Cheng pull out a cigarette before putting it away. "Those things are disgusting."
"Anyways, the spy wasn't sent by Bai Wuxiang, they were sent by the FBI. I know whoever it was joined within the last year, but I just have no idea who it could be. That information is too difficult to get. What I can tell you is that they're probably already working for you and likely have been for a few months at least."
"He sighs, the itch to have a smoke was real, and the constant moaning of He Xuan about how cigs are gross is not helping. The idea of smoking is blown away as he bites into fruit and hears that the FBI is looking into him. "So, am I that interesting to them now? Fear not; they can send anyone they like. He will find nothing, and even if they do, they won't live long enough to carry it out. Last month, the men we took to bolster our ranks were all guards or drivers. And even if they breach in, we still have security protocols you came up with. I am confident in your capabilities." He rubs his chin, thinking. What he didn't tell He Xuan was that he knew who the cop was. He was just trying to see if his crime partner could dig up something more before he returns to play FBI agent again.
With his arms crossed in front of his chest, looking as sour as possible, his gaze would keep away and scare away anyone; his gaze rested on He Xuan, who looked unbothered. With a sigh, he turns away, only to lay eyes on the screen. "Very well, do your thing and inform me of the results. I will keep this man close; if he is clean, he could be a very trusted and capable ally. Not bothering to hide the indifference Hua Cheng felt towards almost everyone but the revenge that burned in his heart, he left He Xuan to his work. His calm gaze rested on the wooden doors, taking in her every carving upon it before he grabbed the doorknob, one twist, and the doors gave in; he left…
When five days were up, he called XieLian. "Meet me at the..." he wrote the address and time
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