The moaning gradually died down, and my body was already in heat by that point. I nosed dived onto my bed after strolling back to the bedroom and instantly fell asleep the moment I touched the mattress.

When I woke up, the sun almost rose to the mid sky. I woke up and washed briefly. I was hungry, and as I found a piece of bread from the fridge, I was ready to enjoy it myself.

As I prepared began, my cousin's bedroom door popped open. He had just woken up, still seemed pretty sleepy, as he stretched a bit.

I put down the bread and looked curiously into my cousin's bedroom. There were only messy quilts on the bed, no signs of any woman.

My cousin before me and slapped me in the face.

"What are you looking at?"

"Good job, cous, yesterday you went hard at that girl, huh."

"WHat girl, what are you talking about?"

I told him to just admit it, that the when I got back earlier I could hear very clearly the moaning in his room.

"You probably heard it wrong. Whatever, put the bread back, let's go eat outside."

Cousin vehemently denied it, but the unnatural expression on his face betrayed him.

The moaning I heard earlier was not fake, no way it was. My cousin was definitely trying to hide something.

But it was my cousin's personal life, I should not ask too much. I mean if I really angered him and got kicked out, how am I supposed to live.

My cousin didn't seem to be in the mood for some food, as he took two bites in the fast-food place and then put down the chopstick.

I thought about what happened yesterday night and hesitated. But I decided to ask in the end.

"Cousin, the thing that you sold Hong ... are those drugs?"

If it were drugs, I would go back home immediately no matter what happened. My dad told me, no matter if it was the drug maker, the drug trafficker, or the drug user all won't have good endings.

My cousin said half-heartedly, "Don't worry, I don't do that kind of business."

Listening to my cousin's words, I was somewhat relieved. But when I thought back to the cloudy and insane looks of Hong and the others, I still had concerns.

If it wasn't drugs, why were they acting like drug addicts?

We went back to the tea house after breakfast, and before the car even stopped, we saw three familiar figures.

It was Hong, Hu, and the thin guy.

My heart almost stopped for a moment, why were those three here?

My cousin quickly stepped on the brake forcefully and parked the car, scolded angrily, "What a bad f*cking luck."

Getting off the car, the thin guy shouted at my cousin with his duck-like voice, "Why were you so late, do you not want business?"

My cousin ignored him and unlocked the tea house door.

"Come in."

I followed after Hong and the other two and entered the tea house. He got himself a drink and swallowed it down.

There was a strange smell in the tea house, the exact same as cigars from the day before, flowing out from the back kitchen.

The three "customers" instantly showed expressions of enjoyment, sniffing and inhaling forcefully as if they were trying to breathe in all the air in the tea house.

Watching the expressions of the three, my cousin was almost disgusted.

"Mr Hong, I sold you the cigar to treat your illness. Now it was cured, you can't keep smoking the cigar."

The cousin's words were firm, as if he had made up his mind and not doing business with the three.

"Are you looking for some f*cking beating?"

The thin guy was almost like an ignited dynamite, as he smashed the teapot on the ground, which shattered in pieces.

I could feel the sweat in my palm. So we didn't fight yesterday, but we will today?

I looked at my cousin's face for some hints of fear, but he just stood there and didn't even blink.

The thin guy wanted to yell more, and then Mr Hong spoke, "Shut up!"

The thin guy instantly stopped talking and sat back down.

Mr Hong reached out to Hu, as I realized just then that Hu was carrying a large canvas bag.

Hu reached into his bag. I thought he was reaching for a weapon, as I heard that mafias usually bring large knives with them, usually used for intimidation, but sometimes for killing.The money was still shiny and tied up with bank seals. You can tell that it was just taken out of the bank counter.

From the thickness, it seemed to be a hundred grand.