Zhang Chun and the others arrived in Kuala Lumpur. Zhang Chun made a call, then took out a map and studied it for a moment before driving to a street corner to wait.
Before long, Blackie came striding over in a cap, his hands in his pockets. He knocked on the car door three times before pulling it open.
Several dark gun barrels greeted him.
"I'm Blackie. We've met before. The boss sent me." Blackie immediately raised his hands.
Zhang Chun waved a hand, and the men in the vehicle lowered their guns.
Blackie glanced at the men out of the corner of his eye. They all looked relaxed. One was chewing bubble gum, while another twirled a knife in his hand. One look was enough to tell him these men were elite.
They were the ones who had done it last time.
Blackie climbed in and shut the door before complaining, "We're all on the same side. What's with the big reception? I was the one who picked you up last time!"
But nobody paid him any attention.
Blackie shifted awkwardly. Ever since getting in, he had felt uncomfortable all over.
"They're near the Prince Hotel, not far from Chinatown. Kalasu's been staying there lately!" Blackie said at once. Earlier, he hadn't dared follow too closely. After confirming their direction, he had waited a while before following at a distance. Once he saw the cars stop near the hotel, he had come back.
"Lead the way!" Zhang Chun said.
Though the others showed no sign of tension, they didn't speak either. They took out empty magazines and loaded rounds into them.
Mostly, it was because there was a stranger in the vehicle. They couldn't speak freely in case he overheard something.
But someone couldn't sit still. He tapped Blackie's