Foreign Guest Services
"Xiao Zhao, wait!"
Li Bai suddenly grabbed Zhao Ziwu by the door as he was about to board the bus with the others.
"What is it?"
Zhao Ziwu thought Li Bai had left something behind or had some other reason for stopping him.
"How bad are the gangs in Salt Lake City?"
Li Bai's sudden question made Zhao Ziwu's heart skip a beat. He hurriedly asked, "Did you notice something?"
Because they didn't know the area, the America operation team had been plagued by gang harassment. They couldn't exactly go on a killing spree to make an example of them. That might solve their immediate troubles, but it would attract the FBI's attention.
In America, if you couldn't settle a domestic matter, you asked the FBI; if you couldn't settle a foreign matter, you asked the CIA. If you didn't know what to do, you went to the IRS. You were sure to get warm service.
Li Bai pressed further. "Is there any kind of escort service?"
"No!"
Zhao Ziwu's expression darkened. He turned and asked the driver.
The old Black driver pulled a huge revolver from the driver's seat, waved it in his hand, and grinned. "Nobody in Salt Lake City dares mess with old Billy!"
It seemed the driver Zhao Ziwu had hired wasn't exactly a harmless fellow, either. He'd seen his share of trouble.
Li Bai shook his head.
"What's wrong?"
Zhao Ziwu was puzzled.
The driver was a local and carried a gun. They could talk things out if possible, and if not, they at least had some firepower to keep from being completely helpless.
"Just a moment."
With that, Li Bai strode off into the distance.
Two police officers stood there. They noticed someone approaching and immediately grew wary, putting a hand