We were still a kilometer from the clubhouse Zhao Laoqi had told us about.
But Song Xiaotian suddenly stopped the car.
We had no idea what he was going to do.
He took out his wallet, pulled out a hundred yuan, and handed it to Zhao Laoqi. "Seventh Master, sorry for the trouble, but could you buy me a pack of Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes? The Purple Dragon City kind."
Zhao Laoqi glanced at him, then at us, took the money, and got out.
Although the convenience store was just across the street, not far away, Meng Yifan and I immediately grew nervous. We asked Song Xiaotian, "You could've just sent one of us. Aren't you afraid he'll run?"
Song Xiaotian looked serious. "If he really runs, that would actually be a good thing. It would mean everything he just told us was made up. If we followed him there anyway, it definitely wouldn't end well."
My heart tightened, and I frowned. "You still don't believe him?"
Song Xiaotian shook his head. "Not entirely. Even if ninety percent of what he said is true, what do we do if that other ten percent turns out to be the case? That's Du Ruhai's turf. It'd be no different from walking straight into a trap."
Meng Yifan and I exchanged a look. All the mental preparation we had done suddenly felt shaky after what Song Xiaotian said.
If that ten percent turned out to be the case, we really would be finished. It would be like three sheep wandering into a wolf pack's territory. There might not even be any bones left when we came out.
Song Xiaotian said, "Whatever happens later, we adapt. The three of us can only trust each other, and we have to trust each other. We can't