The Bar.
The conversation continued.
"I'll need to verify your information further, but I can give you the plane seats first."
Xu Yuan spoke.
"You're all right," Qianqian said, her eyes glinting. "Would you like to meet the other leaders of the underground organizations? I'm sure they'd all want to trade you something for plane seats."
"No need," Xu Yuan said at once.
"Looks like your seats are selling well." Qianqian tested him again.
Xu Yuan nodded gravely and said with a solemn expression:
"The passengers are all powerful officials and dignitaries. Security is tight. We can't bring too many people aboard whose identities are unclear."
He had called them powerful officials and dignitaries
to emphasize his group's position.
They were only the people handling the arrangements.
They had a little authority, but not much.
They were like tiny parts in a vast machine.
If one broke, it could be replaced at any time without affecting how the machine ran.
That should put an end to any crooked ideas she might have.
After all, dealing with a few teenagers would be easy, but if she killed them and someone else was sent in their place,
their previous deal would no longer count.
And it would introduce too many unpredictable factors—
because she had no way of knowing what kind of people would be sent to take over.
Nor whether she could strike another deal with them.
You can only do this deal with me!
Qianqian listened in silence for several breaths, then took a few cups from beneath the Bar Counter and poured water for the four of them.
Only when she let the matter drop did Xu Yuan breathe a quiet sigh of relief.
More importantly,
going to meet the leaders of the other underground organizations meant taking the