Facing Feng Jun's question, the woman nodded decisively. "I can make the decision. The one who took the poison is my daughter."
Feng Jun glanced at the short, chubby young man, then at the woman. "He said the patient was his younger sister... Is this your son?"
Mentioning something unrelated seemed to steady the woman's emotions somewhat. "He's my sister-in-law's child. He calls me Aunt."
Cousins, then. Feng Jun nodded, pulled out a card from his pocket, and handed it to the short, chubby young man. "Transfer two million first... Once the money arrives, I'll open the gate."
The short, chubby young man looked at him, thought for a moment, then went out and hid behind the guard booth to make a call.
The woman merely watched him with a complicated expression and said nothing.
Before long, Feng Jun's phone chimed softly with an online banking notification. Two million had arrived.
He went to the refrigerator and took out another popsicle. Eating it, he said, "Open the gate. Your vehicle can only park two hundred meters inside the entrance. Don't drive any farther... Understand?"
At this point, whatever he said went. Both the short, chubby young man and the woman nodded silently.
The luxury bus stopped two hundred meters away. Feng Jun stepped aboard and saw that it had been remodeled. There were twelve leather armchairs in the front, and a ring of long leather sofas in the middle where people could hold meetings or eat. The table was actually a modified automatic mahjong table.
The sofa backrests could be lowered, allowing them to be used as beds.
Farther back was a small kitchenette where food could be cooked. It even had a range hood.
Beyond that were two bathrooms, one of which even had a full shower enclosure.
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