A Biao is a stern guy with a sullen face all day long, as if someone owes him money. There is a scar on the back of his head. It is said that he was chopped with a knife before, and he needed dozens of stitches, so he was considered dead.

Once, there was no hair growing on the scar since then. Because he had a short haircut, the scar was very obvious.

Hotels in Vietnam are not as luxurious as hotels in China, but the sanitary conditions are not bad. Mr. Hong arranged a triple room for us. I slept in the innermost room, Qiangzi slept in the middle, and Abiao slept on the outermost side. It seemed that Mr. Hong was very considerate to us.

We didn’t relax even a step. After putting away our luggage, we went to the hotel restaurant for a big meal. During the dinner, Qiangzi asked A Biao: “Would you like to go play with the girls? I heard that girls in Vietnam are passionate and cheap!”

A Biao said coldly: "Not interested!"

Qiangzi said: "You are like a wooden pile, forget it, I will go alone!"

"No!" A Biao's voice was still cold.

"Why?" Qiangzi was a little dissatisfied.

A Biao glanced at Qiangzi and said, "No reason, this is Master Hong's order, it's a matter of great importance, we must not cause any complications!"

Qiangzi groaned: "Then I'll ask a girl to accompany me in the bedroom, right?"

A Biao said: "Whatever you want! But you can only do it once, otherwise you won't have the strength tomorrow!"

Qiangzi almost fainted, "Damn! I've convinced you!"

I was quite tired from the boat ride, so I slept very deeply. I don’t know if Qiangzi asked a girl to sleep with him at night, because I just felt that as soon as I closed my eyes and opened them again, it was already dawn.

Each of us had a bowl of Vietnamese specialty snacks, shredded chicken rice noodles, which tasted pretty good and not as bad as expected. After eating the rice noodles, A Biao went to the counter and made a call and said someone would pick us up later. Vietnam Customs

According to regulations, Chinese citizens cannot bring mobile phones and other communication tools into the country, otherwise they will be confiscated or fined, so the three of us did not have mobile phones with us, which was very inconvenient.

About half an hour later, a green jeep parked in front of the hotel. A Biao looked at the gold watch on his wrist: "29 minutes, not a minute more, not a minute less, it's him!"

The guy who drove to pick us up was a thin middle-aged man who looked like dried tofu in brine. This guy had a nickname called "Punctual Hand". When he heard this nickname, he knew that he had a strong sense of time.

It will arrive in as many minutes as it takes, no sloppiness.
Chapter completed!