"Even in Africa, I still get rain!" Gu Sheng sat in the hotel lobby, watching the rain fall outside in threads as he muttered under his breath.
Ah Ye, sitting nearby, chuckled with a whisky glass in one hand. A bottle of liquor stood on the table before them.
At the table behind them, Ah Wu, Silly Fook, Fung Yu-Sau, and Shen Xue were playing cards.
A moment later, Ah Wu slammed the table and swore, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You must be cheating!"
"A grown man like you can't take a loss?" Shen Xue taunted him sharply.
"What are you glaring at me for? Not happy? If you can't take losing, want to fight instead?"
Gu Sheng felt that Ah Wu had probably spent too much time with Silly Fook and was getting dumber by the day.
He actually played cards with Fung Yu-Sau and Shen Xue. He couldn't beat them at cards, and he couldn't beat them in a fight either.
"Boss, the cars are ready," Tin Yeung-sang said as he strode over.
Beside him was a bespectacled young man who looked refined and scholarly.
He actually was a refined, scholarly young man, a translator named Peng Jihai whom Tin Yeung-sang had hired at the Chinese University of Hong Kong.
In fact, the translator had regretted it the moment he saw over a hundred burly men in black suits at the airport. Unfortunately, there was no pill for regret.
Gu Sheng rose, stretched, and headed outside. "Let's go find some fun."
"Boss, where to?"
Gu Sheng beckoned the translator over. "What is there to see around here?"
"There's the Hassan II Mosque, which is also the only mosque in Morocco open to non-Muslims..." Peng Jihai introduced it somewhat stiffly.
"Who asked about that? I'm asking whether there are any