At the Four Seas Hotel, Liu Jincui lay half-covered and half-exposed on the bed, drenched in sweat. A cigarette dangled from her lips, her face glowing with post-coital radiance as she looked expectantly at Wang Yan beside her.
Wang Yan was smoking too. "Chen Hao targeted you?"
"No. I'm just a nobody. Why would he bother with me?" Liu Jincui shook her head. "I just think your side makes more money than Daqulin, and it's safer too."
"What, human traffickers are afraid of danger now?"
"Are you insulting me? It's not like you don't know—I've never kidnapped anyone. The girls in my hands were all people who couldn't survive otherwise. I gave them a way out. That earns merit."
Liu Jincui said, "The pimp on your side was called A Ming. I worked under him before I later went to Daqulin and followed Chairman Chen. A Ming was the one who'd done every evil imaginable—the real human trafficker. But you already took care of him."
Wang Yan thought for a moment. "You mean that fat guy? The twitchy, unhinged one?"
"That's him. You know him?"
"I do. A few days ago, I saw him over at the construction site. He's lost a lot of weight now—must be down fifty kilos or so."
When Wang Yan had cleaned up public security in Xiao Molong, he had swept through all of them. Other than those involved with drugs, no one received the death penalty; they were all sent to work at the construction sites. A Ming, the kind of idiot determined to get himself killed, naturally didn't escape. He had been dealt with in the first wave.
The construction site was a huge prison. Workers of different statuses did different jobs. Men like A Ming, who ought to have been shot, got