152 Bloody washing 1 (1/2)

Chinatown, Vancouver.

I sit in a seat near the window in a teahouse and look at the street with ease. It should be said that the Chinese Town is noisy and busy, but the typical architecture, in my opinion, is always permeated with so much local atmosphere. There is music that I don't understand at all playing in the teahouse. Ding Ding Dung, Yi Yi Ya...

I just look across the street with a cup in my hand.

In my pocket is the photo Papa 8 gave me. The picture shows a middle-aged man, about forty years old. In the photo, he looks kind, but there is a scar on his head, which completely destroys his temperament. Like many gangsters, he wears a gold chain of fingers around his neck.

Obviously, this photo was taken secretly, because he was sitting in a car with a cigar in his hand, with a proud look on his face.

His name is Sand Snake, a nick name for sure. He's one of the head of a local gang: Row's.

Row's is one of the most powerful gangs here.

I know that the goal Papa 8 gave me, that is, this Sand Snake, is not the main goal of he is going to attack the local gangs this time. He won't leave a very important thing to a new person like me.

But for me, this thing can not be failed, it must be successful!

Papa 8 was well prepared, and he gave me all the information about Sand Snake. I've studied for a whole day and found that he had a very fixed habit. Of course, this is almost a common problem for most men all over the world. Sand Snake is not Row's number one person, he can only rank third and fourth at most, because the biggest source of income in general: the drug, is not his responsibility. He is responsible for collecting protection fees for pornography, tea houses, restaurants and other businesses in the vicinity.

This is also a matter that makes me sighing with emotion. These gangs dare only bully the people from the same country?

Sand Snake's lust habit leaves me a very important message. He has a very favorite lover in this street.

I can see from the seat where I am sitting now. There is a barber's shop across a narrow street. This is a somewhat unorthodox place to decorate. The neon lights flashing outside and the large-scale advertising posters are very fashionable, but there are some low level flavors inside. Some shampoo girls wear the pink T-shirts and jeans shorts, deliberately revealing naked legs, which is ambiguous. Especially T-shirts have long hems, which can even block shorts, which can make people feel sexually attractive.

This place is a famous pornographic place nearby. Its operator is one of the many mistresses of Sand Snake. He comes here almost every two or three days.

Of course, part of the revenue in this place belongs to Row's.

I have been sitting here all afternoon. The street is not busy, and there are not many pedestrians. In the narrow street, few cars come in and out in the afternoon.

The waiter is a very young Chinese boy. You may even wonder if he is an adult. Since last hour, he has looked at me with a suspicious eye from time to time. I know I've been sitting too long and been noticed.

I wear a very ordinary light-coloured coat, short-haired. A wide sunglasses covering almost one third of my face, plus two false beards I deliberately put on my lips. I am sure that no one will know what I really look like unless he approaches me and looks carefully at me.

A pot of tea in front of me already tastes very light because it has been watered many times. I remain patient and still looking across the street.

From time to time, some suspicious-looking men came in and out of that place and seems to come here for make fun. I smoked cigarettes after cigarettes, and in the smoke I feel I myself like a poisonous snake waiting for its prey.