Chapter 152 - Bloody washing (1) (1/2)

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

Chinatown, Vancouver.

I sit in a seat near the window in a teahouse and looking 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 showing some local flavor. There is music that I don’t understand playing in the teahouse. “Ding Ding Dung Dung, Yi Yi Ya Ya…”

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

In my pocket is the photo which Papa 8 gave me. It 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, around his neck, he has a gold chain which is as thick as a finger.

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 nickname 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 target Papa 8 gave me, this Sand Snake, is not the main target of his plan of hit against these local gangs this time. He won’t leave a very important thing to a rookie like me.

But for me, this can’t be failed. I have to succeed!

Papa 8 has well prepared everything, and he gave me all the information about Sand Snake. I’ve studied for a whole day and find that he has 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 or 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. These gangs only dare to bully the people from the same area?

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 the narrow street. This is a somewhat unorthodox place to decorate. The neon lights are flashing outside and the large-scale advertising posters are very fashionable, but rustic inside. Some shampoo girls wear the pink T-shirts and jeans shorts reveal their naked legs deliberately, which is ambiguous. Especially T-shirts have long hems, which can even block the shorts, makes people feel sexually attractive.

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

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

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

The waiter of the teahouse is a very young Asian boy. You may even wonder whether 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’m wearing a very ordinary light-colored coat, short-haired. A wide sunglass covers almost one third of my face, plus two false beards I put on my lips deliberately. I am sure that no one would 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 too many times. I remain patient and still looking across the street.