Instinctively, Qin Chu touched his pistol tucked at the small of his back; it was a habit he had ford in the States.
It was a subconscious move to defend himself in danger.
Three seconds later, the lights in the elevator turned back on.
Qin Chu was holding his gun at that guy’s head.
“Calm down. I’m not here to make trouble for you.”
He spoke standard English with a little German accent.
Seeing the guy’s face, Qin Chu said in surprise, “Nalo?”
Who was Nalo? In Germany, there were two famous brothers; the elder brother was a mafia leader and the younger one was a terrorist.
Nalo was Ian’s elder brother, the guy who was rumored to have a close relationship with Huo Siqian.
Dressed in an English-style dark grey cashre coat, Nalo looked like a good-mannered gentleman. No one would suspect that he was a leader of the German mafia.
But Qin Chu didn’t lower his guard since Nalo wasn’t his friend.
“I’m glad that you still recognize .” Nalo smiled.
Qin Chu didn’t lower his gun; it was still held against Nalo’s head.
“Young man, calm down... Can we talk?” Nalo asked mildly.
The elevator went down to the first floor. The mont the door opened Qin Chu withdrew his gun swiftly.
They walked out of the elevator together.
“Do you have ti for a cup of tea? I hear Chinese people like tea,” Nalo offered.
“Whatever.”
Qin Chu knew he couldn’t refuse this guy; if he ssed with this guy, there might be trouble.
Instead of feeling fear or panic, he went with Nalo alone.
Nalo’s n followed them from a distance, watching them carefully.
Nalo got into Qin Chu’s black Bentley and went to a high-end tea house downtown.
In the compartnt on the top floor, a pretty waitress made a pot of West Lake Longjing and poured a cup for each of them.
Qin Chu and Nalo sat across from each other.
“You can talk now. I need to go ho.”
Obviously, Qin Chu didn’t want to have dealings with Nalo.
Nalo took off his hat calmly and put it on the table. Picking up his teacup, he sipped lightly.
“Chinese tea culture is profound. Huo liked having tea when he was in Germany; his favorite is Dahongpao tea,” Nalo murmured to himself.
Qin Chu didn’t speak; he just listened quietly.
“We heard about what happened to your wife. I’m sorry that you lost the baby.”
“You’re well inford.” Qin Chu looked calm.
“In fact, I’ve been searching for Huo when I happened upon the news about the explosion... I ca to ask you if Huo indeed died.”
Qin Chu picked up his teacup and sipped; then he put it down slowly.
“Huo Siqian is indeed dead.”
“You saw it?” Nalo asked as if he couldn’t accept the fact.
“No. But Su Yu and Mian saw it... I found pieces of his body from the site and confird it with DNA tests.”
“What a sha. He’s gone like that.”
Nalo looked depressed and his eyes dimd slightly.
He had co all the way to China at the risk of his life just to hear the words from Qin Chu personally, knowing Qin Chu was never a liar.
Hearing Huo Siqian was indeed dead, Nalo looked very sad.
“At the end, was he Jack or...?”
Nalo knew about Huo Siqian’s alternate personality.
“He was Huo Siqian,” answered Qin Chu.
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