Chapter 85: Bubu Wang's Dominance
Two bald men walked unhurriedly toward the accessory shop. Their waists bulged, likely indicating they were carrying weapons.
Just as the two bald men reached the entrance of the accessory shop, a middle-aged fat man stepped out of the neighboring wreath and funeral clothing shop. This fat man wore a bright yellow Daoist robe, his large belly beneath it resembling a pregnancy of ten months. Paired with the shit-yellow satchel slung over his shoulder, he gave off a strong sense of incongruity.
This middle-aged fat man was none other than the Feng Shui master, Fatty Ma. He was one of the few friends Su Xiao had, and he was heading out to help someone with a Feng Shui reading.
Fatty Ma only had a superficial understanding of Feng Shui, but he possessed a tongue that could bring the dead back to life, which allowed him to thrive.
It had to be said that although Fatty Ma was a swindler, he had some conscience. Once, he was invited by an elderly woman to examine a strange illness afflicting her grandson.
Fatty Ma knew nothing about medicine, but since business came knocking, not going would tarnish his reputation. When Fatty Ma arrived at the client's home, he sensed something was off. The little boy had a pallid complexion and was listless.
Seeing this, Fatty Ma had a flash of inspiration. He quickly began a divination, and the result was to rush the child to the city hospital—this was the will of a certain "deity."
Although the elderly woman was bewildered, Fatty Ma's firmness left no room for argument. He didn't prepare any talisman water or perform any rituals. Within five minutes of arriving, he had already called 120.
After a series of rescue efforts, the child ultimately pulled through safely. And by a stroke of luck, Fatty Ma also got acquainted with a doctor from the city hospital. Without needing words, both understood each other's background. They struck a deal: in the future, whenever such cases arose, they would directly send the patient to this hospital.
The process was ridiculous, but it had to be said that Fatty Ma had some professional ethics.
Fatty Ma, clad in his yellow Daoist robe, had just stepped out when he came face to face with the two bald men. Seeing these two foreigners, Fatty Ma immediately sensed something was wrong. More importantly, they were heading straight for Su Xiao's accessory shop. The shop door was open, meaning Su Xiao was inside.
Fatty Ma knew about Su Xiao's former profession, so he immediately thought this might be enemies coming to retaliate against Su Xiao. Fatty Ma couldn't help but feel a chill of fear.
The main reason Fatty Ma could be friends with Su Xiao was that Fatty Ma would risk everything for his friends. After standing still for two seconds, he formulated a plan.
Fatty Ma placed one hand behind his back and raised the other in front of him, adopting the demeanor of an enlightened master. In reality, the hand behind his back had already pulled out his phone.
However, sending a message to Su Xiao via phone was already too late. The message might not even be sent before the two bald men walked into the accessory shop.
"Gentlemen, please hold."
Fatty Ma's heart was pounding with panic, but his demeanor remained calm, and his face bore a faint smile.
Both bald men were Mexicans, known in the underworld as "Old Mex." 96.5% of these people were religious. They had a considerable reputation in the dark world, acting ruthlessly and decisively, but they valued family and faith above all else.
The two bald Mexicans were blocked by Fatty Ma. They exchanged glances, and the diamond stud earring on one of them gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight.
Fatty Ma squinted from the diamond's glare. Seeing this, the two bald Mexicans relaxed slightly.
"I see that both friends have darkened foreheads, indicating great misfortune in the near future. Meeting is fate. I, a humble Daoist... ahem, am willing to help ward off this calamity."
Fatty Ma still wore a smile. The two Mexicans exchanged glances again. They understood Chinese, but how could two foreigners comprehend Fatty Ma's half-literary, half-colloquial speech?
However, they both caught one point: Fatty Ma seemed to have some kind of faith, and now he was trying to convey that faith to them.
Realizing this, the two bald Mexicans grew angry. Their eyes turned cold, and one of them placed his hand on his waist.
Fatty Ma immediately sensed the shift in atmosphere. His foolproof persuasion technique had hit a snag.
Just as one of the bald Mexicans was about to act, the other grabbed his arm and shook his head. The one about to act relaxed his arm, seemingly not wanting to start trouble here either.
Cold sweat trickled down Fatty Ma's temple. Just as he was at a loss, the sound of padded paws on the ground came.
It was Bubu Wang. Bubu Wang's eyes swept over the two Mexicans, then glanced at Fatty Ma. Having long followed Su Xiao in battle, it immediately understood the situation.
Bubu Wang stepped in front of Fatty Ma. Fatty Ma's mouth opened and closed. He recognized this clever "husky." It had even helped him order takeout once before.
Fatty Ma was about to remind Bubu Wang to go notify Su Xiao, but Bubu Wang didn't move. It simply stood in front of Fatty Ma.
Bubu Wang stared at the two bald Mexicans. This time, it wasn't Fatty Ma sweating, but the two Mexicans. They both felt that this wasn't like being stared at by a "husky," but rather like being targeted by a wolf king on a snowy plain. That gaze was something no domestic dog could possess.
Bubu Wang watched the two Mexicans for a while. In its judgment, if it wanted to deal with these two, it would take no more than 20 seconds. If it was going for the kill, it could finish within 6 seconds.
Su Xiao stood inside the accessory shop. Due to the hot weather and the fact that no customers ever came, he was bare-chested.
Su Xiao raised his hand to Fatty Ma, signaling that it was fine. Fatty Ma breathed a sigh of relief and turned to walk toward his newly acquired car.
The two bald Mexicans entered the accessory shop. Without any ceremony, they sat directly on the sofa, sitting upright.
"Did that old man Desilva send you?"
Su Xiao sat across from the two bald Mexicans. He didn't recognize these two, but he recognized the necklace on one of their necks. That item was a family heirloom, passed down only to the eldest son or heir.
As he spoke, Su Xiao lit a cigarette and tossed the pack toward the two Mexicans. One of them pulled out two cigarettes, and both placed them on their legs, indicating they accepted the hospitality but didn't have the habit of smoking.
"As expected, the people of the Desilva family are all 'mutes.'"
Su Xiao exhaled a puff of blue smoke. He had encountered these people before, back when he was an assassin.
"A gift."
One of the bald Mexicans spoke, his Chinese somewhat clumsy. He stood up and walked toward Su Xiao, pulling out an exquisite wooden box from inside his suit. The box was flat, about ten centimeters wide and fifty centimeters long.
The bald Mexican handed the wooden box to Su Xiao, then turned and sat back down on the sofa.
Su Xiao opened the wooden box. Inside was a Damascus steel knife. The blade was covered with deliberately preserved metal patterns from the forging process. The handle was a pale yellow, likely made of ivory, and the end of the handle was inlaid with a ring of sapphires.
From its appearance, the knife was exquisite, but it wasn't just for show. The edge was extremely sharp, and the knife had some age to it.
Undoubtedly, this item was very valuable. As the saying goes, "Nothing is given for nothing." The two Mexicans had traveled a thousand miles just to give Su Xiao a precious Damascus steel knife?