Chapter 58 One Hundred Thousand Dollars (2/2)

Li Du let out a laugh. ”North Korea has good policing. It's just that their government keeps too strict an eye on things.”

”Anyway, we can't stay here,” Hans said.

When they returned to Flagstaff, the sky was already dark. They pulled into the driveway of Hannah's apartment and saw that it was pitch black inside; only the dining room window had a dim streak of light shining in it.

”Strange, could it be that the electric bill wasn't paid?” Hans asked, puzzled.

Li Du mocked, ”Why don't you suspect something is wrong with the circuits?”

”Clearly, you don't know Hannah well enough,” Hans said. ”She's a handy woman. She can fix roofs, clear out drains, and even fix circuitry.”

Ah Meow gave a faint growl as it rushed into the dining hall, its eyes shining as if it had found something.

Li Du listened carefully, and said softly, ”D*mmit, there's another man's voice. Could something have happened?”

Hans passed him a monkey wrench, while he himself held a sledgehammer. ”We'll sneak in from the backdoor. With Ah Meow, we should be able to take care of them.”

Li Du asked hesitantly, ”Won't that be dangerous?”

”With Ah Meow around, we have the advantage in terms of fighting strength.”

”But Ah Meow is just a young cat.”

”If he was fully grown, then would we even need to step out? He can deal with this all by himself!”

While they spoke quietly, they found their way to the backdoor by feeling through the darkness. Hans fiercely switched on the lights of the dining room, and saw two faces, a man and woman, looking at them in panic.

The woman was Hannah, dressed skimpily and sexily, her smooth hair hanging loosely at her shoulders. She wore a small shirt that fully exposed her belly, and a short skirt that only covered the bare minimum of her thighs.

The man was Stephen Chandler, the mechanic who had once worked on their Harley bike. In comparison, he was dressed ordinarily: just a long-sleeve t-shirt with a pair of jeans.

There were several exquisite dishes laid out on the table, and at the center was a lighted candle and a bottle of red wine. Apparently, the two were having a candlelit dinner.

Both parties stared at each other for some time, as they were all stunned. Hans reacted first, shouting, ”Hannah! What the h*ll are you wearing? D*mmit, if mom and dad were alive, they would break your legs if they saw those clothes!”

Hannah was flustered. ”Weren't you guys going to come back tomorrow? Why are you back so early?”

Chandler tried his best to explain. ”Big Fox, don't misunderstand. We were just having a meal, nothing else.”

”If I wasn't back so early, would you still be doing nothing else?” Hans sounded like he was about to burst his lungs shouting. ”Sh*t, Li, let me give you some advice: after marriage, make sure you tell your wife the exact time that you'll be back home every day. Occasionally, do a spot check. You'll be enlightened.”

Li Du said furiously, ”F*ck, don't curse me!”

When no one noticed him, Ah Meow silently climbed onto the table, reached out its claws, took a piece of salmon, and then escaped under the chairs.

It was good that nothing had happened between Hannah and Stephen. Li Du took Ah Meow and left. Hans joined the candlelit dinner grimly, making the situation awkward.

When he got home, Rose had not returned. It seemed that there was another job for her to do.

The fridge was packed with meat and vegetables. Li Du saw that the salted peanuts he made were still there. He cut some celery after blanching them in hot water, and then stir-fried them with the peanuts, some spices, and chili oil.

A dish like this was appetizing and healthy, and suitable for a single person.

There was nothing for him to do at night, so he went to calculate how much he had earned.

Including today, he had participated in eight storage auctions and had made nearly 90,000 dollars. With taxes and the cost for Ah Meow's medical fees, the expenses were close to 10,000, leaving him with 80,000 dollars.

After a rough conversion, that would be over 500,000 RMB. He could buy a nice apartment back in his hometown.

Li Du did not include the money that they would be making from the antique clocks. According to Hans, an antique clock would sell for at least 10,000 dollars, which meant that he would accumulate 100,000 dollars after selling the clocks.