Chapter 310: SOS
"Little bastard, I understand how you feel. But if Vanel doesn’t die, you will. Enough, stop pretending. Vanel must be one of Ark’s n; I knew this the mont you chose him for your operation group!"
As she spoke, Bai Jing suddenly seized the hook-nosed man by the collar! The kind, elderly woman’s deanor vanished from her face, replaced by a sinister, fierce, and cruel expression!
"Listen well! I was the one who sent you to infiltrate Ark! But after all these years, you’d better not forget where your loyalties lie! If you have any second thoughts... Little bastard, I will personally execute you!"
In the hotel restaurant, Chen Nuo was having lunch.
"BLECH!" The Gray Cat on the floor turned its head and retched a few tis.
In front of the Gray Cat was a bowl of soup.
"Don’t be like that; this al is quite expensive," Chen Nuo sighed.
"I’m not used to it," the Gray Cat muttered. "What is this stuff?"
"Tom Yum... sothing..." Chen Nuo shook his head.
Then he stopped paying attention to the finicky cat and focused on tackling the dish of curry crab in front of him. The crab was a soft-shell crab. This type of crab is quite expensive.
Generally speaking, a crab molts its shell about a dozen tis during its lifespan. With each molt, it also sheds its gills, stomach, and other internal organs, leaving the freshly molted crab very clean and entirely edible. Because it has just molted, the new shell is very soft, like paper, making it convenient to eat. There’s no need to peel the shell; you can just chew it directly. And because there are no internal organs, the whole thing is edible.
For foodies, this was undoubtedly a delicious and refreshing treat—and for crab lovers, not having to peel the shell was a huge bonus! It was simply fantastic.
However, this delicacy was quite expensive because a crab’s soft new shell hardens within a few hours of molting. This ant that soft-shell crab had to be eaten almost imdiately after the crab molted, making it quite rare.
But well, whether it was expensive or not didn’t matter anymore. After robbing Cha Wang’s safe, this al was essentially sponsored by Cha Wang.
Chen Nuo ate with relish, but the Gray Cat was quite unhappy. Clearly, the feline didn’t enjoy the taste of Thai cuisine, especially not curry.
"Alright, once we finish eating, I’ll ask the hotel to get you so cat food," Chen Nuo said.
"I don’t want cat food! I want steak! Wagyu, the top grade..."
While the Gray Cat was still chattering, Chen Nuo had fallen silent. He suddenly furrowed his brow and turned to look at a specific spot in the restaurant. Chen Nuo’s expression held a trace of surprise. After staring for two seconds, he averted his gaze.
"OW?"
"It’s nothing... I just thought I saw soone I know." Chen Nuo paused for a mont, put down his utensils, picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, and stood up.
The hotel’s restaurant was on the ground floor, right next to the entrance of the hotel’s bar, ’The Club.’ It was clearly an old-fashioned, colonial-era style bar with a mix of Eastern and Western decor. On stage, a band played, and a singer perford Western music while dressed in local attire.
At a table near the front sat a middle-aged man, his arms around two local girls. The girls were heavily made up, with typical Thai features. They were quite attractive, sporting bold red and purple lipstick, exaggeratedly large earrings, and sparkling necklaces. They wore revealing outfits that economized on fabric—little camisole tube tops, miniskirts, and hot pants that showed off their attractive waistlines.
The middle-aged man had his arms around the girls’ waists, his palms unabashedly resting on their buttocks.
As Chen Nuo approached, he could hear the sound of their chatter and laughter.
After getting his fill of fondling them, the man drew back his hands and started gesturing to communicate with the two girls. Clearly, he didn’t understand Thai, and the girls’ English was pretty basic; they could only comprehend very simple words. Thus, their communication beca rather stilted.
Luckily, this middle-aged white man seed experienced. Realizing that verbal communication was inefficient, he quickly played his trump card. A thick stack of green, hundred-dollar US bills was slapped onto the table.
As the girls stared, transfixed, the man quickly spoke. He used English, but with the simplest vocabulary, accurately conveying his aning:
"You make happy! I give you money! OK?"
Chen Nuo heard this from behind and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. Using English vocabulary a primary schooler could understand, he had simply and accurately stated his aning!
What a total lech.
The two girls easily understood, their eyes shining as they pressed themselves against the white man’s body. Of course, they didn’t forget to pocket the US dollar bills from the table, splitting it evenly between them.
Chen Nuo didn’t make any elaborate moves. He slowly walked over to the table, positioning himself to face the three of them.
The middle-aged white man had a very ordinary look: a square face, deep-set features, and a plain appearance. However, he was clean-cut, and his hair was trimd very short.
When this guy clearly saw Chen Nuo standing before him, his expression imdiately soured. He withdrew his arms from around the girls, wearing an expression as if he’d stepped in dog shit, and glared at Chen Nuo.
"Hello, SOS," Chen Nuo greeted with a smile.
"Motherfucking crackers! Why does it have to be you, you damn jinx?" the middle-aged white man grumbled, his face fallen.
Then he seed to realize sothing. "Motherfucker, what do you an by SOS?"
"Son Of Sun, you know, Son of the Sun."
"I sure as hell don’t want that motherfucking ridiculous na!"
He tossed a room key to the two girls. Having secured the money, the two giggling Thai girls stood up, took the room key, and left. Alright, accompanied by the lecher’s reluctant gaze.
After withdrawing his gaze, the lecher glared at Chen Nuo discontentedly. "How the hell did you show up here?"
"I’m here to take care of so minor business," Chen Nuo said with a smile. "And you?"
"I’m fucking on vacation!" Son of the Sun retorted irritably.
"Your face..." Chen Nuo gestured with his hand.
"After Brazil, it beca inconvenient for to show my face. I had to adopt a new look," said Son of the Sun.
The old man... well, considering his current appearance, perhaps he couldn’t be called an "old man" anymore.
Chen Nuo nodded, instantly understanding.
After the mission in Brazil, Vanel needed to return to his undercover work. The official story was that Son of the Sun had also perished in Brazil. Naturally, the old man could no longer show his face. Otherwise, he would certainly arouse the Octopus Monster’s suspicion. As for changing his appearance, that was not a difficult task for a Controller like him—after all, Chen Nuo had also disguised himself as Harvey before.
"Looks like your vacation is quite happy," Chen Nuo chuckled.
"Cut the crap, kid," the old man said irritably, pointing at Chen Nuo. "I don’t like you."
"Why? Didn’t we cooperate well last ti? We fought side by side, didn’t we?"
"Yes, and your way of fighting side by side is to constantly screw over your teammates."
Chen Nuo still wore a mischievous smile. "Don’t be like that, old guy. We’re on the sa side. I’m helping you guys at Ark, aren’t I?"
Son of the Sun furrowed his brow and suddenly asked, "How did you recognize ?"
Chen Nuo smiled but did not reply.
Actually, it was spiritual power. After gaining the automatic "peering" ability, Chen Nuo could automatically sense the spiritual power of people nearby. He didn’t need to actively search with his own spiritual power, and it wouldn’t alert others. The old man might have disguised his appearance, but he couldn’t disguise his spiritual power.
"Fine, you’re a Spiritual type. God knows what kind of shady tricks you Spiritual types have up your sleeves."
Son of the Sun pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He clearly disliked Chen Nuo intensely, not even bothering to offer him one.
Familiar with the old guy’s ways, Chen Nuo cheerfully reached for Son of the Sun’s cigarette pack, took one out, and lit it.
He took a drag. "Mmm, Cal brand. Packs quite a punch."
"HMPH," Son of the Sun scoffed.
"Speaking of which, old man, you can’t keep hiding forever, can you? You’re Son of the Sun; surely you’re not planning to retire for good?"
"Of course not," the old man said, shaking his head. "Vanel has an important mission right now. In a while, once this mission is over, he definitely won’t be able to hide his identity any longer. Then he’ll leave the Octopus Monster, and I’ll be able to reappear. I’m keeping a low profile and hiding now just to make sure his mission isn’t compromised."
"So, after Vanel quits and you reappear, won’t the Octopus Monster co after you?"
"I’m the fucking Son of the Sun! Kid, you don’t know shit. A seasoned Controller! Even if I beco an enemy of the Octopus Monster, what can they do to ? Gather several Controllers to besiege and assassinate ? Give a break. Most of the world’s Controllers have had dealings with . Those who aren’t close associates still have so connection to from way back, or have received so favor from , so there’s always so lingering goodwill. If the Octopus Monster wants to deal with , they’d have to be prepared for a major conflict. But for the Octopus Monster to go all out to hunt down and kill a veteran Controller with a huge reputation in the Underground World? They’d instantly beco public enemy number one! No free Controller wants to see a power erge that’s strong enough to threaten other free Controllers and is openly hostile!"
Chen Nuo thought for a mont. He has a point.
The Octopus Monster can’t openly go after Son of the Sun; they’d have to act covertly. But if they acted covertly, trying to kill this old man, whose strength is top-tier, would likely be very difficult.
"You must be new to being a Controller, kid. No one guided your entry into this world or taught you these things, did they?" Son of the Sun looked surprised, then said thoughtfully, "Didn’t that Controller wife of yours teach you anything? Hmm, that makes sense... Your wife, that woman, she herself is soone who doesn’t like to follow the rules of the Underground World. She’s a loner, doesn’t make friends with anyone."
As he spoke, Son of the Sun suddenly grew interested, and his gaze towards Chen Nuo held a newfound trace of friendliness.
"How about it, kid? What if I beco your godfather? Your strength is already pretty good, but your understanding of this Underground World is too shallow. You need soone to be your ntor, to teach you from their experience!"
Chen Nuo rolled his eyes and then gave him the middle finger. "Motherfucker!"
I thought we were becoming friends, and you want to be my dad?
"Kid, I’m warning you, show so respect! I’m the fucking Son of the Sun!"
"Right, Son of the Sun, the most senior Controller. And maybe the weakest Controller," Chen Nuo replied impertinently.
That last comnt made the old man’s face fall again.
Because of his cunning nature, he always liked to play it safe. In his entire life, the old man had rarely engaged in any earth-shattering battles with other Controllers of the sa level. So, his combat record was actually the biggest weakness in his reputation. There were even whispers in the Underground World that he was the "weakest Controller."
"I... I’m good-tempered and kind to others! I don’t like conflict! That’s why those jealous bastards sar my na behind my back," the old man glowered at Chen Nuo.
"Good-tempered? You, an old guy with a mouth full of ’motherfuckers,’ good-tempered?" Chen Nuo laughed.
"Of course! If I weren’t good-tempered, given your attitude today and that middle finger, any other Controller would have turned you into a bloody ss on the spot!"
"I gave you the middle finger because you fucking wanted to call you ’Dad’!"
"Godfather! It’s godfather!"
"I’m Chinese; I don’t believe in your God. Besides, would you dare ask other Controllers if you could be their godfather? You were the one who disrespected first."
The old man, not to be outdone, retorted, "Do you know how many people are crying and begging for to be their godfather?"
Chen Nuo sneered dismissively and then casually threw down his trump card.
"Those two chicks with you just now—the tall one on the left? Her boobs are fake."
"............FUCK!!!"
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