Traitors Dividing the Spoils?

"Vetter! I'll give you ham and eggs! Two large slices of top-quality A5 Kobe fillet, all the side dishes, and a generous gravy!"

"Oh, and also get me a bottle of '82 Lafite and some caviar, the best of the best!"

A waiter in a tuxedo hurried over, bowing low, and whispered, "Sir, what you've ordered... must have cost quite a bit..."

Hearing this, Huang Gou displeased. He slammed his hand on the table and raised his voice. "What do you mean by spending a lot of money? Are you looking down on me? Do you think I need your pittance?"

"No, no, no, you've misunderstood..."

"That's good!" Huang Gou sneered. "Just do what I say! Stop talking nonsense! Go away!"

After the waiter turned and left, Huang Gou took out a card from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it to the opposite side.

"Xiao Du, this card is anonymous, and it contains 300,000 US dollars. The higher-ups are extremely satisfied with your performance."

"Brother Huang, just a casual remark... and it sold for 300,000?"

Du Ji was dumbfounded. He'd toiled like a slave in the lowly 749 Bureau for ten years, and the total amount of his ill-gotten gains probably didn't even equal what was in this card.

Huang Gou was quite satisfied with the newcomer's unsophisticated and naive demeanor.

Newcomers, isn't that how it goes for everyone?

The first time I took bribes, my hands were shaking like I had Parkinson's's.

Thinking of this, Huang Gou put on the airs of an elder brother, took out another card from his pocket, and handed it forward.

Here, this is 50,000 yuan that I personally sponsored for you.

"This... isn't that inappropriate? I have that 300,000 yuan, why would I take your personal money..."

"Foolish!"

Huang Gou glared at him with exasperation. "If you don't take it, how can I take it? If I don't take it, how will the leaders take it? If the leaders don't take it, how will you and I... advance our careers?"

Seeing his older brother put it this way, Du Ji dared not pretend to be reserved anymore. He accepted the card with a sheepish smile, happily fantasizing about his wonderful future.

Huang Gou rinsed his mouth with the lemon water, spat it back into the cup, and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Du, has there been any new development in the bureau lately?"

"749 protects these damn Mutants too well. My department is too peripheral; we can't get any useful information from them. You're in the intelligence department; you must have plenty of sources, right?"

"That's not necessarily true, Brother Huang..."

Du Ji glanced around nervously, then lowered his voice. "Those guys at the bureau have been going crazy lately, doing all sorts of undercover investigations and interviews. I heard some gossip recently, that Wolverine has a son..."

Before they could finish speaking, the waiter placed the food they had ordered on the table.

The two of them simply refused to talk about it.

When Huang Gou saw the waiter take out an electronic scale and start weighing the caviar, he immediately flew into a rage, glaring at him with murderous intent.

What are you doing?!

The waiter paused, then maintained his professional smile, "Sir, our caviar is priced by weight..."

Huang Gou grabbed the napkin and slammed it on the table, yelling, "Are you kidding me? If the foreigner next door sees this, he'll think I can't afford it!"

The waiter had never seen such a tantrum in a Michelin restaurant before, and he was so frightened that he repeatedly bowed and apologized.

The lobby manager, noticing that this table had been making a scene twice, couldn't sit still any longer and quickly came over, smiling as he tried to smooth things over, "Excuse me, sir, please calm down. All our guests are treated the same way here..."

"What do you mean 'all the same'! This tiny bit isn't enough for anyone! Give me another can! One can each! Bring it on!"

He picked up his wine glass, took a large gulp of red wine, and waved it at the waiter with disdain. "Take it away! Take this broken scale away from me! Damn it, they're all idiots, don't they know how to do business!"

Du Ji, sitting across from Huang Gou, looked at Huang Gou's arrogant and domineering manner, as he berated the restaurant manager like a grandson, and his eyes were filled with admiration.

When will I finally get ahead and live that kind of extravagant life where I don't care about money?

Just as the two were about to continue their conversation, Huang Gou was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

"Oh? Huang Gou? You're here too? What are you eating? You didn't even call me?"

Sing Sing plopped down in the chair next to him, looking at the young man opposite him. "You... I think I've seen you before, from the intelligence department, right? Your name is... Du Ji?"

Upon seeing the person's face, Du Ji was terrified.

That damned Huang Gou!

Wasn't this place supposed to be upscale and secluded?

How come Ling Ling Qi, that living devil, is here?!

Huang Gou was also stunned.

I traveled all this way, pretending to have an overseas assignment, sneaking in to make contact, and I still got caught red-handed?

But he remained calm, feigning composure.

"Oh, it's Ling Ling Qi! You've been making waves at the bureau lately! I was just doing this because of a mission, you know, the details need to be kept secret. I happened to run into Xiao Du, so we just had a casual meal together. What a coincidence!"

"Oh... so it's a classified mission!"

Sing Sing suddenly realized, then pulled a woman next to him to sit down and introduced her with a smile:

"Do you recognize this? Storm! Dragon Maiden Empress, you two are in luck today! Let me introduce you."

Huang Gou's heart skipped a beat; this was a perfect opportunity to find out...

"Waiter! Waiter! I heard your roast pigeon is pretty good? How many, please? I want them roasted until crispy on the outside and tender on the inside!"

Huang Gou was interrupted by Sing Sing's shout just as he was about to speak.

I felt utterly contempt for him.

A bumpkin is a bumpkin, going to such a high-class Western restaurant to eat roast pigeon?

I've never eaten anything good in my life...

A short while later, several roasted pigeons, glistening with oil, were served on the table.

Seeing that Du Ji didn't seem to know how to eat, Sing Sing patiently gave him instructions:

"Oh my, who eats squab like that? Look, watch carefully, break the squab open like this, skin and meat in one bite, that's how you make it delicious..."

Just as Sing Sing was patiently giving instructions on how to do a mukbang, Storm, who had been silent all along, suddenly stood up.

With a flick of his wrist, two bolts of lightning shot from his palm towards Huang Gou and Du Ji, who were eating. Before they could even react, they were instantly electrocuted and turned into charcoal.

Dozens of fully armed personnel also rushed into the restaurant at this moment and quickly blocked all exits.

The guests, who had been listening to light music, screamed in fright and crouched down to cover their heads in fear.

Sing Sing picked up a napkin to wipe his hands, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and walked up to the trembling lobby manager, pulling out his notebook and flashing it.

"Don't be nervous when the National Security Bureau is handling things."

Hearing this, the lobby manager finally breathed a sigh of relief, wiping his sweat. "Oh my god... sir, I knew those two guys weren't good people!"

"They're complaining about our scale just because they're eating caviar? I was just about to call the police!"

Sing Sing Chow chuckled, waved at Storm, and walked out first.

Several of the crowd control personnel set up Huang Gou and Du Ji, who were still smoking, and led them outside.

Stepping outside, the night breeze blew by.

Sing Sing Chow adjusted his hat, exhaled a puff of smoke, and looked at Storm next to him, raising an eyebrow.

"How was that? Wasn't it cool when I pulled out my ID just now?"

He's really handsome.