God's chessboard

The fisherman's hut is very simple, but fortunately there are water and electricity, and there are not many electrical appliances in the house. The most conspicuous thing is a large freezer, which should be used to store freshly caught fish and seafood, and there are some rough and old cooking utensils beside it.Gangzai opened the freezer, took out a bottle of beer, and walked inside.The inner room is a bedroom with two single beds. The bedding on the bed is washed and faded. It looks clean, but there is inevitably a dampness.

Gang Zai sat down on one bed by himself, and Wang Yao guessed that he could sleep in another bed.Yō threw the small backpack he was carrying on the bed and sat down too.

Gangzai opened the beer and asked Wang Yao while drinking: "What do you know about Fanka Tower?"

"Slave traders, drug smugglers, Southeast Asia's largest black labor intermediary, that's about it," Wang Yao said.

"These are not important, you just need to remember that he eats people and doesn't spit out bones." Gangzai raised his head and took a few sips of wine.

Wang Yao didn't answer, his eyes drifted to the window of the bedroom, the window was facing the sea, and there was a blue sky from here.Gangzai glanced at him, stood up and walked over, pushed open the closed windows, and the breath of the sea poured into the hut along with the fresh air.

"You can see the signal lights on the boat here. The stowaway boat will stop on the beach below. It will only stop for an hour at a time. If you miss it, you will have to wait for another month." Gangzai said, pointing to the distance.

"How much do you pay once?" Wang Yao asked about the price.

"You? You don't want money." Gang Zai said, "You will die anyway."

Wang Yao thought for a while and said, "If I can't come back and you want money, you can go to a man named Ivan Braginsky, he is..."

"I said, no money." Gangzai interrupted him with a raised voice.

Wang Yao stopped talking, he just needed to achieve his goal, as long as the person in front of him could provide him with a path, it didn't matter whether he wanted Ivan's wallet to bleed.

Dinner is instant noodles and instant sausages. There is some food and fresh water stored in this hut, which is enough for two people to live for about two weeks. The date of the food is relatively new, and it should be replenished regularly.

Gangzai slept soundly at night, he was not worried about a stranger in the same room at all.But Wang Yao tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. He had nowhere to escape on this isolated island. He couldn't do anything in these 7 days, and he couldn't control his own destiny at all. He didn't know whether to trust Hong Kong, but now he couldn't regret it .Wang Yao thought wildly for a long time, and did not fall asleep until the middle of the night.

In the early morning, Wang Yao woke up on time and found that Gangzai was gone.Alarm bells were ringing in his heart, he hurriedly put on his shirt, buttoned it up and walked out of the hut quickly.

Running to the beach, Wang Yao saw that Gang Zai had just returned from driving a boat.Gangzai has a muscular upper body, with ferocious scars winding like medals on his full and undulating muscles. Every man who lives a life of licking blood with a knife will have such a body.Gang Zai's hair was wet by the sea mist, and strands of hair stuck to his forehead, as if dripping with sweat.

Gangzai moved a box full of fish from the boat. The fish was just caught in the morning and was very fresh.Gangzai still smelled of sea water. He put the fish on the beach, took out his shirt from the boat and threw it over his shoulder.

"You played it yourself?" Wang Yao asked curiously.

"Of course, did you see the second person?" Kong Zai asked back.

Wang Yao kept silent, he didn't like Gangzai's attitude of choking every word he said.Thinking that he would have to endure another 6 days, he was inexplicably a little irritable.

Ignoring Wang Yao, Gangzai picked up the box and walked back to the hut. The box of fish was heavy, but he didn't seem to be struggling at all.

Wang Yao also went back to the house, and watched Gangzai handle the box of fresh food, only to see Gangzai tidy up those lumps of things, and put them all in the freezer.Wang Yao has never seen so many kinds of fish gathered in a box in a mess. Like many people who have no experience in sea life, Wang Yao always thought that fishing is like the show on the Discovery Channel, where all the Latin fish are caught in one net. Fish or tuna or something, but now it was a mixed bag in front of him.Gangzai's technique is very skillful, he turned his back to Wang Yao, and he didn't intend to let Wang Yao participate.

"Don't you have anything else to do?" Gangzai suddenly turned his back to Wang Yao and asked, the work in hand did not stop.

"You don't have to talk like this all the time, do you?" Wang Yao said in a dissatisfied tone.

"I don't need to have a good relationship with you," said Kong Zai. "If I have to treat you as a friend every time I send someone over there, I won't have time to do other things."

Wang Yao decided not to argue with Gangzai any more, and turned to the stove to prepare breakfast.He cooked some noodles and vegetable leaves, and there were not many ingredients to add. He put all the seasonings he could find in the house into the pot, and finally there was a hint of fragrance in the rising water vapor.

Gang Zai did not know when he stood behind him, Wang Yao almost hit Gang Zai when he took the hot pot off the stove, Gang Zai dodged it quietly, and his eyes fell on the noodles in the pot.

"Can you cook?" Kong Zai asked.

"Of course." Wang Yao put down the pot and took out two bowls of noodles.

There was no dining table in the room, and the two sat on the bed, eating in silence with bowls in their hands.

Gangzai looked at Wang Yao while drinking noodle soup, but the other party didn't look at him, but was just eating quietly. Gangzai became a little interested: "You want to avenge your son that much?"

"Don't say that about her!" Wang Yao said angrily, he couldn't stand someone calling Chunyan such a disgusting word.

Gang Zai was unmoved: "I heard that she let go of Fankata's 'goods', if she was not dead, Fankata would have to grind her into minced meat."

"As long as I'm here, don't even think about it." Wang Yao squeezed out a few words through his teeth.

"No matter how hard you try, your woman will not survive." Gangzai said.

"I know." Wang Yao's voice was heavy, but there was no despair.

Once people start communicating, the atmosphere is no longer so rigid.Gangzai doesn’t talk much, but he is willing to take the initiative to talk to Wang Yao. When Wang Yao went to the beach to enjoy the sea breeze, Gangzai went to him with beer and told him about this small island, those beautiful birds, and Stories at sea.Wang Yao didn't expect Gangzai to be such a person with so much experience, and he was still so young.

In the evening, Wang Yao fried the fish that Gangzai caught in the morning, and the hut was full of aromas. Gangzai was very satisfied with his cooking: "You might as well stop going to Thailand and stay as a chef."

"Wait for me to come back." Wang Yao joked.

At this time in Hong Kong Island, Al was still looking for Wang Yao's whereabouts.

In the red-light district, Al rejected the third guy who invited him, and walked into a bar full of lights and feasting.On the sign of the bar are two constantly flashing nude women, a clear suggestion. The smell of sex, bad drinks, and young girls who expose as many parts of their bodies as possible, this is a paradise for the fallen.Al carefully observed the faces of those men who were indulging in sex. More than half of the guests were not Chinese. Similarly, many of the young girls who sold their bodies were imported products. This is an international entertainment venue.

"Handsome guy, is it your first time?" A girl who was at most 16 years old posted it. She was dressed as a bunny girl, with almost no fabric on her body, and a large area of ​​​​smooth skin was exposed to the pornographic air.She tried her best to look sexy and sophisticated, but her immature face, which couldn't be concealed by heavy makeup, exposed her actual age.

"How old are you?" Al squinted at the little girl.

"20." The girl lied without changing her face.

"I see you are 14," Al said coldly, "I'm not interested in minors!"

"Hey, wait! I'm just small—everyone in the East is young!" The little girl didn't give up, "Can I have a drink with you?" She grabbed Al's sleeve.

"I can buy you a drink, but not wine," Al said irresistibly.He took the little girl to the bar, ordered her a drink, and then took her to sit in a dark corner of the bar.

As soon as she sat down, the girl wanted to stick it up softly, but Al lifted her off and pushed her down on the sofa.Al himself sat a little away from her and looked at her seriously like a judge.The girl felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, as awkward as a primary school student waiting for the teacher to criticize, she wanted to give up, so she stood up and wanted to leave.Al pulled her back and let her sit back easily.

"Are you Malay? Or Indonesian?" Al asked.

"Philippines," the girl said unhappily.

"What's your name?" Al asked.

"Xiaofei." The girl obviously didn't say her real name.

"What's your real name?" Al asked.

"What does it matter? Anyway, I'm an illegal immigrant, and they call me Xiao Fei here." Xiao Fei seductively lifted one curvy thigh to the other, took a sip of the drink, and then He put down the cup in disbelief.

Al didn't go into it too much, Xiao Fei's name had nothing to do with the purpose of his trip: "Then let me ask you: How can I meet a man named 'Xin Ye'?"

"New... Master Xin?" Xiaofei stuttered in shock, and then rolled her eyes, "Is it true that Master Xin can meet you casually?"

"I'm just asking where you can meet him," Al said.

"Then you want to buy me a drink—real wine." Xiao Fei frowned.

Al had to ask the bartender to serve a cocktail.

"His office is at the back, but can you go in and see your own?" Xiaofei contentedly went to get the wine glass, but Al snatched it away.

"Wait a few more years!" Al said as he drank the wine in his glass.

Finding the location of the new master was easier than expected. Al hurried to the room at the back of the bar, passing by a row of small private rooms, and there were many charming and warm voices. What men come here to look for is biological instinct.

Walking to the innermost part, two killers blocked Al's way. This kind of person looked like a bottom-level underworld thug and could be thrown out as cannon fodder at any time.

"What are you doing?" one of them with red hair asked.

"I'm here to find the new master," Al said.

"Get out! You can see our new master?" Hongmao scolded.

Al took out an envelope: "I have an invitation letter."

The red hair took the envelope and opened it, and pulled out a small piece of paper, on which was written a series of numbers and symbols that he couldn't understand: "What kind of shit invitation is this?"

"Please show it to the new master, he will understand it at a glance." Al said.

"Damn ghost! Don't make trouble here! Be careful, I will destroy you!" The two little hooligans stepped forward together and threatened.

"If you delay the matter, you will be the ones who will be abolished!" Al said indifferently.

The two looked at each other, and the red hair pointed at Al and said, "You wait here!" Then he turned and turned into the corridor.

After a while, the red hair came back, and said to Al in a friendly voice: "The new master let you in!"

Al followed the red hair in, turned around and turned to the end, and entered a hidden door.Inside the door is a decent office, one almost suspects that this belongs to a decent businessman.

Sitting behind the large desk was a man in a suit and leather shoes, his hair was smoothed out with pomade, like a buffalo calf.His face is Chinese, but it has the characteristics of a mixed race. A pair of sharp eyes are cutting Al's body like a scalpel. Al feels that he has been cut into pieces in this person's heart.

"Are you looking for me?" the man in a suit and leather shoes asked.

"Hello, Mr. Al," said Al.

Suddenly, a muscular burly man rushed out and picked up Al.

"Hey! Is this your way of hospitality?" Al called.

"Big Bear, let him go." The new master ordered.

The new master said slowly: "Don't mind, this is a big fool I bought from Indonesia. He is not good at thinking, but he is loyal. He is my exclusive Hulk."

Al straightened his clothes and said to the new master: "Let's talk about smart people: you clearly understood my 'letter' to you."

The new master smiled and said: "I understand it, but does your lover understand it?"

Al was taken aback: "It's none of his business."

"Oh! So you didn't tell him," Xin Ye narrowed his eyes, "You have all the clues."

Al folded his arms. "Let's talk."

tbc

☆、Chapter 10