Chapter 946 - Common Enemies (1/2)

Chapter 946: Common Enemies

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Song Guanghui’s eyes glinted in the dark. He had been concealing his identity in Saipan for 20 years and had severed nearly all contact with anyone he knew of in mainland China. He knew very few people who still remembered his real name—Song Guanghui.

Who is this young man, and how does he know my real name?

Shooting a deep look at Tang Xiu, he said, “Young man, are you not mistaking me with someone else? I’m indeed a senior official here in Saipan—you can call me Sen Hui. What’s your name?”

“I’m surnamed Tang,” answered Tang Xiu with a smile.

Family name of Tang?

Song Guanghui pondered for a short while. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat and his hands trembled. He rushed to grab the door’s handle and, while trying hard to restrain his emotions, he intentionally let out a relaxed smile and said, “I have a good impression of China as I once had a friend surnamed Tang there. So, what situation are you in right now, exactly?”

“Ah, we’re currently heading over to the Lao Bay Resort, but found that the road is blocked,” said Tang Xiu with a smile. “Uncle Song, could you help me by having these lawmen let us pass through?”

Eyes squinted, Song Guanghui carefully observed Tang Xiu before he shifted his sight to the policemen and said, “These people and I have met through fate. Make an exception and let them pass!”

“Yes yes yes…”

The police officers nodded hurriedly and complied.

Song Guanghui then closed the window, though his eyes were still trained on Tang Xiu. As the SUV began to move, he ordered, “Stop two kilometers ahead and wait for that taxi behind.”

“Understood!”

Several minutes later, the taxi zoomed along and Spectre, who still sat in the front seat, reported in a low voice, “Boss, those SUVs we just met are now parked in front of us.”

“Stop and park the car ahead.”

The cab driver turned to look at Tang Xiu with a curious look. But he still nodded and drove the car over to there. As Tang Xiu got out from the car, a middle-aged man came over and spoke to him, “Mr. Tang, the General wants to see you.”

General?

Nodding in response without speaking, Tang Xiu then headed over to the nearby beach where Song Guanghui was standing at.

“Uncle Song.”

Song Guanghui turned around and scrutinized Tang Xiu yet again. Then he silently nodded and said, “I guesstimate that you’ve already found out my real identity. However, those who still know of my real identity in this world amounts to less than 5 people.”

“Including a man surnamed Tang… who’s your life-and-death brother?” asked Tang Xiu with a smile.

“Yes. A friend in life-and-death and a sworn brother” answered Song Guanghui with a heavy voice.

“Uncle Song, my father is Tang Yunde, and I’ve seen Uncle Chen Anhu in Macao recently.” Tang Xiu smiled and said, “I’m sure you know both of them.”

“What did you say?” Song Guanghui trembled and hurriedly said, “Big Brother Yunde is still alive? Where’s he now and… are you… really his son?”

“Ehh? My Dad hasn’t contacted you yet?” asked Tang Xiu, confused.

“No.” Song Gonghui shook his head.

“No way!” exclaimed Tang Xiu, “It’s been half a year after Dad woke up, so he should’ve contacted you properly speaking. How can he…”

“I understand,” interjected Song Gonghui after being silent for a while. There was, however, a bitter smile on his face.

“What do you understand?” asked Tang Xiu.

“Your old man should’ve told you that we three brothers have very powerful enemies,” said Song Gonghui. “It must be the reason why he hasn’t contacted me yet. I presume that he doesn’t want to expose my identity.”

“Dad did say that you all have a very powerful enemy. So much so that Uncle Chen and you had to change your name for the sake of safety, as well as causing you to be unwilling to return to the mainland. Instead of coming home, you both respectively stayed in Macao and Saipan to develop your forces,” said Tang Xiu. “My Dad was found by the enemy about 21 years ago, which was probably caused by some factors that attracted their attention.”

“What exactly happened to your old man 21 years ago, Tang Xiu?” asked Song Guanghui rapidly. “I used to keep in touch with your father previously, but I couldn’t contact him all of a sudden one day. I’ve been to China dozens of times since then in an attempt to find his trace. Yet, every time I go there with hope, I always return with disappointment…”

“Dad was severely injured and went vegetative. My family elders in Beijing then found and received me from Star City,” answered Tang Xiu. “In actuality, I never once saw my Dad ever since I was born before I met him recently. I used to think that he was just a man who abandoned his wife and children; only last year did I finally learn the whole truth—that he had actually been in a comatose state in Beijing for years. Since I have some medical skills, I rescued him from that state a little more than 6 months ago.”