Xia Jinyuan nodded and, cradling Ye Jian’s shoulders, pointed to one of the columns in the train station’s main hall, adorned with a series of small, blurry mirrors, "Ok, I hope we can continue to cooperate happily, we will wait for you here."
Mr. Will, glancing toward the direction of the column, nodded vigorously, cleared his way through the throng of passengers, and approached his informer.
He first looked around,
and asked in a low voice, "Abei, how are you? What has happened?"
Upon hearing Mr. Will’s question, Abei immediately broke into tears, "Mr. Will, I’m sorry!"
Seeing Abei suddenly apologize, Mr. Will’s sharp gaze quickly swept over the bustling crowd again, and suddenly, he spotted a bald old man in the crowd, running quickly in their direction.
This man was none other than the auctioneer from the auction house a few days ago, one of Cyril’s staff, Lao Fox!
He was surrounded by 7 or 8 heavily armed men.
A pale-faced Mr. Will, hearing Abei’s even more painful cries, did not blame Abei but instead, grabbed Abei and ran towards the large column where Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian were.
"Mr. Will, I’ve failed you, you should run! Don’t worry about me! Just run!" Abei struggled, a young man barely in his twenties, threatened and now seeing Mr. Will not abandoning him, was overwhelmed with shame and guilt for his actions.
If he had been brave just moments before, confronting Cyril’s men directly, throwing his life away, he could have protected Mr. Will.
Mr. Will, running desperately, also had to firmly grasp Abei; he had absolutely no time to speak.
When they reached Ye Jian and Xia Jinyuan, he pushed the still crying Abei towards them, "Take him and run, protect him well, I will draw away Lao Fox and his men."
Having said that, he ran in the opposite direction from Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian.
The two, suddenly acpanied by another person, watched Mr. Will dashing frantically. Abei, pushed next to strangers, was about to scream but was quickly silenced by Xia Jinyuan’s swift hand covering his mouth, "Don’t speak! You will get Mr. Will killed!"
The shout that had reached his throat was pushed back by the fierce tone in the stranger’s voice. Xia Jinyuan, who had performed tasks in Molaban, could speak the local language.
Abei stopped struggling, and only then did Xia Jinyuan let go of his hand.
"Let’s go," he whispered to Ye Jian, and the trio moved towards the exit of the train station.
Before they had gone far, 5 or 6 armed men emerged from the front. They had not yet spotted their target, and with pistols in hand, they charged arrogantly into the crowd.
Seeing these men wielding guns, countless passengers and tourists hastily hid in nearby shops, not daring to confront these men directly.
Xia Jinyuan handed Abei over to Ye Jian and said sternly, "You take him and walk the other way, I will deal with these men. We’ll meet at the hotel."
With that, he pulled out his pistol, fitted it with a silencer, and headed towards them.
Ye Jian grabbed Xia Jinyuan’s hand, not agreeing with his plan to draw them away alone, "There’s no need, we can evacuate together."
"Don’t worry, I will be back soon. Mr. Will can’t get into trouble; I need to lend him a hand now to fully gain his trust." He did not pull his hand away from Ye Jian because he knew his girl would give up willingly.
Ye Jian let go, "Okay! I will wait for you to e back at the hotel!"
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