"Brother Sheng, someone snatched up the businesses Sin Sin Ho was holding before we could." That evening, Ah Ye called Gu Sheng.
It was morning in America.
Ah Ye had timed her call. Everyone knew Gu Sheng was foul-tempered when he woke up and often cursed people out if a phone call disturbed his sleep.
But he had been getting up fairly early during his trip to America. Kong Sang dragged him out of bed at ten every morning.
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"Tell me!" Gu Sheng sat on the sofa with a cigarette between his lips, his mind still foggy.
Ah Ye explained what had happened.
"The Hell's Angels?" Gu Sheng looked baffled.
He knew about the Hell's Angels.
If it had been Canada's Hell's Angels, he would have had to consider how to plant the bombs.
Canada's Hell's Angels had probably numbered in the tens of thousands at this point. They really were powerful.
Germany's Hell's Angels branch in Thailand?
Gu Sheng scratched his head, slumped on the sofa, and took another deep drag. His head felt a little clearer.
Then he kicked the coffee table over and cursed, "He says he paid for it, so that makes it his? He dared buy my stuff? Hell's Angels? I'll send them to meet the angels!"
"Have Shark Yan bring his men back first. Stay in Thailand and enjoy yourself for a few days. Also, have Ha Jai find out about them, exactly how many people they have. I'll deal with the rest when I get back!" He hung up after finishing his tirade.
"Ah Sheng, why are you so angry? Did something happen?" Kong Sang poked her head out of the bathroom, where she was washing up.
Gu Sheng never kept things bottled up. If he was unhappy, it showed on his