Meeting

Early the next morning, after everyone had eaten breakfast in the restaurant, they saw a man around thirty years old, dressed in traditional Burmese clothing, walk in through the door with several men who looked like bodyguards.

The man first looked around the restaurant. When he saw Xu Youhai, he hurriedly waved, then quickly walked over.

The man respectfully greeted everyone one by one, then said with a broad smile in fairly fluent Mandarin, "Mr. Xu, I'm truly sorry! I didn't know Wu Putun was connected to you. If I'd known, I definitely wouldn't have done this!"

"Delun, who told you Wu Putun was connected to me?" Xu Youhai asked with a smile.

"Uh..."

When Delun heard that, he realized he must have misunderstood. After all, he had never heard that Wu Putun had a heavyweight friend like Xu Youhai. Otherwise, if he had gotten even the slightest hint, he would never have detained Wu Putun. It seemed another Chinese person had used Xu Youhai's connections!

"Ah! If I'd known, I should have released that guy back then. Then none of this trouble would have happened!" Delun thought regretfully.

Xu Youhai put on a serious expression. "Delun, what happened to Wu Putun has nothing to do with us. Zou Taiping should be fine, right?"

Delun hurriedly waved his hands. "No, no! When I said I'd cut off his fingers, I was only trying to scare him. Of course I couldn't really do that!"

Xu Youhai gave Delun a meaningful look. Based on his understanding of Delun, how could he not know that this was merely a nicer way of putting it? Without his intervention, Delun would have been capable of cutting off Zou Taiping's fingers—perhaps even his head.

Xu Youhai glanced at the several bodyguards behind Delun, then asked, "By