"We had our reasons..."
"Da Chen, don't bother. I don't care what you were thinking—having the nerve to bring this thing out during a Nuo Ritual, I'll give you that much, you're real men! This old man is ashamed of himself. No business tonight. If you want to continue, pick another time and place. Even if we have to go out into the Wilderness, we can discuss it. And no matter what, stay farther away from wherever this kind of 'ritual' is being held... That's all I have to say. Goodbye!"
After rattling all that off in a few seconds, Fan Lu strode out without waiting for the two men to explain. After two steps, though, he remembered something, turned back, and picked up the backpack he had brought from the sofa...
But that brief delay meant he could no longer leave.
Of the two Da Chens, one grabbed his arm and tugged at his backpack, while the other blocked the door and cut off his path. Their words tumbled out one after another, each faster than the last:
"Boss Fan, let's talk this out."
"We had no choice!"
"We did it discreetly. Nothing can go wrong."
"Heaven's helping us tonight. Someone drew away the attention. Let's get to it quickly—we'll be done in a few minutes."
Entangled by the two men, Fan Lu was left in a sorry state. "Fuck, let go, let go... The sampling needle's going to break!"
The private room remained a mess for quite a while. Only after all three had calmed down from their urgency and panic did they get a chance to communicate further.
"Boss Fan..."
"I'm not a boss. I'm a driver, a courier, okay?"
"Brother Fan, Brother Fan, listen to me. We brothers have a reputation. We know what we're doing.