"Do you know what 'fate' is?" Sitting on the stone steps inside a dilapidated temple, the person beside him spoke as though to himself. "It is when 'one gives a kowtow.' When you finally realize you cannot fight it, you naturally will... willingly bow in submission to it and completely believe in it."
"Oh? Is that so?" Cheng Muyun's unique smile danced in his eyes, a smile of disdain. Actually, that description was not very accurate. It should be described as one where he was always assessing you from the stance of a bystander.
Meng Liangchuan raised his brow and gave a sigh. "I'm just sighing here for my country's prime minister."
Nepal's king had once more dismissed the cabinet.<>Please read this at hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com
This habit of his from these last few years had cropped up yet again.
Kathmandu's telephone and internet lines had all been cut, let alone smaller locations. The United Nations, India, the United Kingdom, and the United States had once more begun to criticize the King of Nepal.
"In any case, our king believes that foreign governments will not put any true pressure on him."
"Such a pettish, willful man." Cheng Muyun did not have much interest in Nepali politics.
"Now it's going to be even harder if you want to leave Nepal." Finished with his rueful sighs, Meng Liangchuan tossed to Cheng Muyun a small plastic bag of anti-inflammatory drugs, which he had been carrying on him. "According to the original plan, you should have already arrived in India one week ago. But now, have you thought about how you're going to get there? And especially under the circumstance where you'll be bringing along someone who is nothing but a burden to you?"
As Meng Liangchuan thought about the fact that he had given up his opportunity to rejoin the police force and had once more gone undercover, only to be ordered to go buy something as ordinary as anti-inflammatory drugs, he felt a little irked. So, when he had the chance, he of course wanted to enjoy the satisfaction of a squabble.
Cheng Muyun gave a low laugh. "That is not something you should concern yourself with."
Meng Liangchuan evidently knew that Cheng Muyun would not tell him what was on his mind, and he did not think, either, that he would be able to get any answers from his inquiring. So, instead, he switched over to ask a question that he had always been curious about. "That day, when I said I had abducted Wang Wenhao, why did you send Zhou Ke to the embassy to bring the girl away again?"
"That night outside the smuggling base in the mountains, no one knew she was with me. That is why I sent her to the embassy. But then you arranged for someone to go to the embassy to interrogate her. From that moment, she was already exposed. Wang Wenhao is not that stupid. He would surely hand her over. When faced with staying alive or not, I do not really trust that man to still hold on to his fanatical love," he stated, rather calmly explaining this matter. "Even though she does not actually know any useful information."
Other than knowing that his name was Cheng Muyun and that there was a young man with him named Zhou Ke.
He frowned. That night, those few had let down their guard too much that they would actually call out Zhou Ke's name.
Meng Liangchuan understood now. "If I were you, I'd rather give her to one of my comrades to protect her, or confine her, or any other method. Any of those would save time and effort when compared with bringing her along with you."
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Aside from having one-hundred-percent trust in a man named Cheng Muyun, everyone in that group was suspicious of each other and keeping a close watch and monitoring one another. This included Cheng Muyun himself, who had his own suspicions. Several years ago, his good friend, because of a mission, had died in that smuggling base in Nepal. Had it truly been only an unintended mishap?<>Copyright of Fanatical, hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. Translated with the express permission of the author for hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com. If you are not reading this from hui3r[dot]wordpress[dot]com, the translation has been taken without consent of the translator.
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