How Much Is Loyalty Worth?
As soon as Li Bai and the other two arrived with Qin Yulong, Old Hei, Chaka Abuluta, immediately brightened. Like a drowning man clutching at a lifeline, he sprang up from his chair.
"Miracle Doctor Li, Writer Sun, Big Reporter Ximen, you finally made it. I'm in urgent need of help—lend me some money. I'll definitely pay you back later."
"No, no, no. I don't have any money. I'm just a poor online writer, not a real author."
Sun Nanzheng hurriedly waved both hands. This Old Hei had a black face and a black heart; did he think a few sweet words would get him to lend over a huge sum?
He worked himself to the bone writing every day. Why should he lend money to this guy?
"We're here to see what's going on and whether we can help."
Reporter Ximen was an old hand. His tone was calm—neither did he reject them outright nor rashly promise anything.
"Yes, yes. We're just here to take a look."
Qin Yulong, the Dongying man who had found Li Bai and the others for Chaka, was no fool either. He quickly echoed the same line.
He was afraid the casino would target them without reason and forcibly drag them into helping Old Hei. That would be far too unfair.
Gambling, prostitution, drugs, and arms were the four industries that cared the least about human life.
Besides, this was the High Seas. A cruise ship was practically beyond the law. If they tossed someone into the ocean, erased the records, and tampered with a few things, who the hell would ever find them again?
"Can't you lend me a little money? I promise I'll pay it back. I swear on Chaka Abuluta's name!"
Old Hei wore a miserable