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iends and the woman. Being mute did not make him less than a man. Love befalls anyone and being denied, could invoke anger. The scene did look as though an angry

tory. They left, promising to be there the next day. John and Pete spent the rest of the day making up theories

Francisco port? Logically the answer was yes. However, to flip the coin, would it not be logical for some who did not want attention, to dock at this harbor and go to the ground there? It remains open to debate on both sides. They drove back to get themselves organized, working on a plan of action for those ports. Right before their knock-off, John gets an inclination to phone the number Li provided. He did so and after the fourth ring, he got an answer. It was a woman talking in Cantonese. He stops her, asking her to talk to Li in English. She replies with explosive words in the Cantonese dialect. Then a male voice came online and he politely asked to talk to

n keeps telling him to be patient. Trying to blend in without drawing attention to himself, he stretches himself out for a long wait. Two hours passed waiting, street lights start to turn on, lighting up the place. He enters to check out the place, a beer would be nice while he waits. Entering through

ders. From where he was sitting in the dining hall, he has a great view of the place. On his left-hand side, a meter from his table was a wall with stairs, leading upwards. On his right-hand side, vacant dining tables, with only two occupied. Behind him were a wall and a large piano without a pianist. Right in front of him was a large window, facing the street. He could see his car parked across the street. The waiter entered

is the name I use when coming over to the USA. I will exp

be silent," John as

of eavesdroppers. Patrons' visiting the place is not

, chatting with guests. He took it; she asked them the same questions. After half an hour the waiter enters with a tray on which his food was presented. Steam emanating from it and it smells good it let his stomach grovels and rumbles in anticipation of it. After the waiter put down the plates in the right order, he asked for a fork and knife. While eating he did not give much attention to the surroundings. He only looked up when he noticed someone standing at his side. It was a mean-faced char

ishes his meal. The meal was delicious and filling, the taste and aroma it exudes, out of this world. Leaning back, satisfied, he ordered another beer intending to leave thereafter. While waiting, he notices the place had come to life. A lot of clients have entered and the tables are nearly all filled with guests. Some were going up and down the stairs. It makes him wonder