"So if you go, something unpredictable might happen. I'd be more suitable." Jia Jinliang reached out and patted A Biao on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll be careful. Nothing will happen to me."
A Biao nodded and said no more.
At the sound of a gong, A Biao and Jia Jinliang both looked toward the door.
"He actually survived..." A Biao gritted his teeth. Not long ago, they had exchanged information with Yu Chengmu after he returned, learning that the second person was Chen Hao and hearing about the situation inside the funeral home.
Jia Jinliang took a deep breath, his face darkening. "Chen Hao really does have some tricks up his sleeve. Even Yu, the shopkeeper, couldn't kill him with all that planning."
"Boss, he'll definitely come after you," A Biao said in halting Mandarin. "You have to be careful. And I need to remind you, you don't have as much time as the other two. If you haven't finished before daybreak, you'll be in serious danger."
"I know." Jia Jinliang pushed open the door and left.
Halfway down the road, Chen Hao was waiting for him beneath a tree. When he saw Jia Jinliang approaching, Chen Hao greeted him warmly—much more warmly than he had greeted Yu Chengmu.
By comparison, Jia Jinliang seemed rather perfunctory. After exchanging just a couple of words, he hurried off, his smile nowhere near as bright as before.
Watching Jia Jinliang's back disappear into the distance, Chen Hao wondered whether the other man would like the gift he had prepared. He wondered even more whether he would get the chance to ask him in person.
As Jia Jinliang stepped into the funeral home, a foul stench hit him. But even worse than the stench was the air of menace hanging over the place.