Chapter 67: Miss, What's Your Wizard Boyfriend's Phone Number?

Ceng Hongbing is from the Northeast; he's skilled in both renovation and electrical work and welding, and a fellow townsman finds him jobs, so he earns quite a bit.

That's why I was ambiguous with him—just so I'd have someone to rely on when desperate.

But we'd only just started; we hadn't even begun cultivating feelings yet!

As for that Chen surname, I don't know him well—he just walked all the way from Ecuador, though those few Guides were his friends and treated him with great respect.

I heard them call that Chen surname Wizard all along, and apparently they didn't take his guide fee for that reason.

And according to Ceng Hongbing, they were sent straight across the border, not having to sneak over multiple times like us.

Also, he apparently has acquaintances in the Immigration Prison too.

We all have to serve one or two months in jail while they investigate our backgrounds.

But that Chen surname didn't have to, and even got Ceng Hongbing out without jail time—released in two days.

I heard from Ceng Hongbing that Chen is doing well now, but I really have no contact with him.

As for Ceng Hongbing, he just occasionally comes back to sleep with me.

That's really all there is. The phone not going through isn't my problem—maybe he's on the run and turned it off! Right, right, apparently that female Guide named Cindy has something going on with that Chen surname.

Yes, they definitely have something going on. All along I've seen that South American woman named Cindy look at that Chen surname with eyes that could draw silk.

Don't pull me—I really said everything already……」

After female reporter Yang Xiyue gave Ceng Hongbing's phone number, Zhang Rusong dialed it directly, but couldn't get through; presumably the SIM card had been removed or replaced.

Actually, once it wouldn't connect and he knew the other side had fled, Zhang Rusong breathed a sigh of relief.

The other side only fled because they were afraid.

Since they were afraid, it meant that even facing the other side's strange abilities, they wouldn't be without any chance to fight back.

If there truly were no chance to fight back, the other side wouldn't have fled.

Think about it: if you were a strong adult, would you fear a child who posed no threat to you at all?

"Drag them out, lock them in the Dog Cage!

While you're at it, go get her daughter too and lock them together!"

The female reporter shouted from inside as she was dragged out, but still couldn't change her fate of being dragged away.

For now it's just locking them in the Dog Cage, but if later they find this woman isn't important, then the mother and daughter will definitely end up in the Fuzhou Gang's brothels.

This is very familiar work for them.

These female Line-walkers who emigrate—if they're decent-looking, there's a certain chance they'll be kidnapped by gangs along the way.

Over ninety percent will be forcibly given that thing on the road; if unlucky, they'll lose their lives.

So those who manage to Line-walk to America basically have no chaste women among them—what's wrong with brothels? As long as you live, making money is easy; besides the danger of disease, the gangs' cut is also high.

But if they don't obey, they're sent straight to the Pig Farm to become feed.

Los Angeles alone has over fifty gangs—can you believe it?

This led to some McDonald's actually being found by Interpol to contain human tissue.

After the woman was dragged out, Honggun Ayu of the Tangkou stepped forward and asked.

"Brother Song, what do we do now?"

Zhang Rusong lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, then after considering for a while in the thick smoke he exhaled: "Take a group of people and fly to Ecuador, wipe out that little gang of some Antonio.

Don't kill them—capture them alive, ask about that Wizard's situation. If they won't talk, bring them to Los Angeles!

When you return, come by sea, and I'll ask them myself! I haven't taken action in a long time; by then I'll test whether my torture skills are rusty."

"Good, I'll take people now!"

Honggun Ayu nodded and went out.

……

Antonio never expected that upon waking up, he'd have an AK pressed to his head.

People like them who make a living as Guides really have a huge gap in professionalism compared to gang gunmen who do this for a living.

It's like the difference between a self-taught amateur boxing enthusiast and a professional boxer in the Ring. He was a bit dumbfounded now, not knowing when such a large Eastern gang had appeared in Ecuador. After all, now in the hotel, on several floors, just at a glance there were over thirty gunmen with very professional quality, all packing heavy weapons.

Never mind AKs—even grenades, each of them had several hanging on them; in terms of professionalism they might even be more professional than Ecuador's army.

"You're Antonio?"

An Asian man who seemed to be the leader walked up to him and asked coldly.

"Yes, I'm Antonio. Which gang are you from?"

Since Antonio had been caught, and he saw his brothers left at the hotel being escorted down one by one, he knew he needed to cooperate obediently.

But he was also curious—he wanted to know what this new gang that had suddenly appeared in Ecuador, before them, ultimately wanted. This truly was a dragon crossing the river; how had he heard not a whisper of it? "Los Angeles Fuzhou Gang. Be sensible—I ask, you answer!"

Oh, so it was a Chinese gang from far-off Los Angeles, America? But he operated in Ecuador; even as a Guide, going north all the way, the farthest was only the US-Mexico Border, and he hadn't provoked any Los Angeles gangs, right? But now his brothers were in their hands, so Antonio certainly didn't dare be stubborn: "Okay okay, if I know it, I'll definitely say.

You ask."

Then he waited for the other side to question him.

Honggun Ayu took out the photo of Ceng Hongbing and Chen Yaozu: "Still know these two? Heard you two have a very good relationship with them?"

Oh! So it was because of those two…

When he first saw this photo, Antonio's eyes narrowed, but he quickly replied: "I know them. This older one—I only have a slight impression, but forgot what he does; just an ordinary customer.

And this younger one—he's a Wizard.

It was my first and only time being a Guide for a Wizard.

So my impression of him is deep; I didn't even take his Guide fee along the way, helped him cross the border for free, and introduced an Immigration Prison officer.

He has miraculous Magic Power, so I respected him greatly.

But besides that, we had no other dealings.

But since you're asking me, I can only tell you everything I know, hoping it helps you."

But if there's anything else they want to ask, I really don't know.

We're just Guides; we won't pry too deeply into our clients' privacy or anything else.

Miraculous Magic Power?

A Yu naturally knew what kind of miraculous Magic Power there was—the kind that could make a person commit suicide.

He even somewhat understood why this Antonio before him revered the Opposite Side like a deity?

If it were him, he'd probably be the same!

"Then do you still have this Wizard's phone number?"

Antonio nodded, then shook his head: "There's a phone number, but it's a Thailand Phone Number.

Once he arrives in America, he'll definitely apply for a new number.

I don't know this new number!

I've said everything I know; can you let my brothers go?"

"Said everything..."

Red Pole A Yu regained his cold expression: "Really?"

"I don't believe it!"

"I don't believe you wouldn't know his new contact information!"

"Even if you don't, this beautiful Miss Cindy definitely will; I heard you're that Wizard's Lover?"

While Walking the Line northward, you spent countless wonderful nights together, even in a Tent during the Journey.

Am I right, Miss Cindy!"

Red Pole A Yu suddenly walked toward Cindy, who was being Escorted and forced to Kneel to the side: "Can you tell me your Wizard boyfriend's new contact phone number?"

【Releasing two Chapters first, three Chapters in the Evening】

(Chapter End)