>>5911899>>5912654<span class="mu-s"> Intermission: How the plan was supposed to go </span>
<span class="mu-s">Earlier that night…</span>
Ah, the creamy filling of gin and cod dumplings swims over the taste buds, soothing the soul with homemade love.
“F..ia.h…”
Let’s not forget the Mel Fun, stir-fried vegetables and pork marinated in a mixture of onions, onions, garlic, and star anise. The tantalizing flavor brings back memories of Mother and her gentle smile as she cooked and read at the same time!
“..Fiah..og”
Oh! She must be calling at this very moment. Her heart-stopping fried dough, honey drizzled with fine ground cinnamon on top. Oh, how I missed it!
“Fiahong! WAKE UP!”
Reality, in its true cruelty, comes back to Fiahog. He turns to see his co-worker Ler, looking down at his hemp rope restricting his limbs as well as yours.
“We need to get out of here big man! The boss is gonna give us hell tenfold for failure!
Rising to his feet he orients himself and sees to unknown people inside the cell, The Sha Beng Brothers.
“La Ra-Ming requests your presence immediately, dont keep him waiting.” The younger brother motions to a manhole in the ground, wasting no time Fiahong jumps in with Ler and the older brother comes down with a lantern and begins to burrow leaving the younger to seal the hole and cover there tracks. The trip is quiet and foreboding the missing third member not helping the atmosphere. Gravel crumbles and reforms solid as the tunnel continues on its way, muscles and bruises ache with the early movement making time slow to a crawl.
Complain almost escapes your throat, sighing out at first but a quick look back from Young shoves it back in. Finally, the tunnel opens up to a storehouse. Five men awaiting their arrival jump to put a hemp bag over Fiahong’s head and pick him up off his feet. Synced grunts and an impact into the creaking wood of a wagon hint to him that the trip isn't over. Ler is cursing at the rough treatment until a punch silences and the same happens to him.
Time passing, dread building up in the heart of the two men, after the blind cart trip they are in a familiar waiting room. Finally, the wait is over, two guards come into the room and demand silence as Fiahong and Ler go to judgment. Dim halls break into a modest throne room with La Ra-Ming, noble robes adorning a built figure and piercing eyes project scorn to the two men. They bow down apologetically as Ra-Ming begins.
