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I followed Fatty's finger and felt a few dark lines appear on my face. He was pointing at several photos of beautiful girls dressed in revealing outfits.
I shifted my gaze from the pictures of the beauties to Fatty's face and asked, "Then it looks like you have to take action yourself." The words "take action" were heavy on my tongue.
Fatty chuckled, but stopped when he saw my displeased expression. He became serious and said, "If it weren't for your inability to speak Burmese, I would really want to pass this burden onto you. Honestly, I'm not good at dealing with women. You know my image is worse than yours; doing this would be too forced, and I wouldn't have the advantage of being the nice guy."
Playing innocent while taking advantage of me. Hearing this made me even angrier. However, Fatty's idea was quite feasible. These girls were likely hired by the hotel across the street to provide special services. Judging by their age, figure, and looks, they were not your average Fireflies; they could easily compete with some of the more glamorous ones back home. Regardless of their identities, they certainly had opportunities to get close to important figures at the hotel, and approaching them could indeed be a shortcut.
It was precisely because I couldn't communicate with them that I hadn't thought of this method. With a frown still on my face, I acknowledged his plan and asked him, "What do you intend to do?"
Fatty immediately perked up. "Here's the thing. I can't just approach them directly and ask for information; that would be too obvious and could raise their suspicions. My plan is to get close to them first, make them like me, and then extract information from them." At this point, Fatty proudly lit a cigarette, took a puff, and continued while exhaling smoke, "We can't expose ourselves here. I'm planning to rent a nearby apartment or hotel room where I can meet them. It will serve as our second base."
His expression seemed serious and solemn, but in my eyes, he looked like a hypocritical client. I couldn't be bothered to expose his sordid intentions; after all, this wasn't something I should be doing. Shrugging my shoulders, I said, "Alright then, when do you plan to make your move?"
"Today. I've already set my sights on a target; I'm going to rent a place right away. If all goes well, I should be able to make progress tonight."
No matter how I heard it, his words didn't sound like he was about to do anything serious—especially with the excitement in his tone that screamed pure lust. After pushing me back into my chair, Fatty left without hesitation.
This was one of the most foolish decisions I ever made. The price I paid was going hungry. Aside from a few slices of bread I had for breakfast, I didn't eat anything until I went to bed. I considered ordering food but remembered that we needed to keep a low profile like Fatty. We couldn't let anyone notice us—especially as foreigners. For now, our identities were still quite concealed; we were staying anonymously at the hotel, and everything was being handled by Fatty. His local language skills would definitely help him blend in. If I ordered food, not only would it expose our identities immediately, but the language barrier might also prevent me from getting anything delivered.
Working on an empty stomach had its advantages; it kept my focus sharp and kept me free from the drowsiness that often plagued those in tropical regions. I stayed at the telescope until dawn; only when the lights in the hotel across the street went out did I finally suppress my hunger enough to drink some water and go to bed. Starving made it hard to sleep; remembering an old remedy for insomnia—counting sheep—I decided to give it a try but ended up counting Fatty, cursing him as I did.
I didn't sleep long before being awakened by the sound of a door opening. Without needing to look, I already knew who it was. Groggily getting up and heading into the living room, I saw that Fatty had collapsed onto the sofa asleep. Whether he was exhausted from searching for clues or had overindulged was unclear; however, I suspected it was more likely the latter. Ignoring those thoughts for now, I walked over and kicked him in the rear end.
I kicked Fatty's sturdy backside, but he barely reacted. He turned to look at me and said, "Not much to report today. I'll fill you in after I wake up."
Hearing that made me even angrier, and I raised my foot to kick him again. "You’re having a great time while I haven’t even eaten yet. I'm starving!"
Only then did Fatty realize what was going on. He hurriedly got up, grabbed the phone, and started chattering into the receiver. Bowing and apologizing to me, he said, "Sorry, buddy! I completely forgot about that. Just consider it a weight loss session."
"Do I need to lose weight? Fat Man, you’re the one who needs to shed some pounds. Is there anyone as frustrating as you?" I vented my frustrations at him until the waiter brought over some food, which finally silenced me.
When I got up at noon, Fatty was still sound asleep. It seemed my guess was right; he had spent quite a bit of energy last night. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. Here I was, starving, while he was off enjoying himself.
I went over and kicked him awake. "What happened last night? You spent half the night and didn’t gather any information? I don’t believe it. If your efficiency is this poor, I think we should cancel your mission. Watching you like this is unbearable."
Fatty rolled over and sat up, stretching his body. It seemed sleeping on the couch wasn’t comfortable for him. He rubbed his face and pulled me down to sit with him. "It’s not like I didn’t get any information at all. This girl is new to the scene and isn’t familiar with the inside details; she doesn’t have any valuable news. But she did introduce me to a friend of hers who frequently provides services at that hotel. She’s from the same hometown and was the one who helped her get into that place."
Seeing Fatty in high spirits made me worry. "Listen, Fatty, this place is complicated; there are a lot of drug users around, and you know about AIDS, right?"
"I’m careful," he started but suddenly paused, his big eyes staring at me before he corrected himself. "I’m being cautious! I'm only doing this to gather information; what do you take me for? I'm not that kind of person."
In the end, Fatty was almost hoarse defending himself as if I didn’t know him at all.
"You are," I interrupted coldly. "Is it really necessary for you to act tough in front of me?"
For once, Fatty ’s face turned slightly red as he waved his hand dismissively. "If you don’t believe me, that’s fine; my conscience is clear. I've already arranged to have dinner with that Lao Girl. You could join us if you want."
"Come on. What am I supposed to do? Watching you two is not my thing; I don't have that kind of preference, nor am I into anything too extreme. But let me warn you, if this plan is going to work, you better get it done quickly. If not, just drop it. I can't handle this alone."
"Yes, yes, thank you for your hard work," Fatty said apologetically. "I'll take care of the surveillance while you rest."
That was what he said, but as I watched Fatty leave in a flurry, looking like a mess, I couldn't help but grumble to myself.
Fatty came back early today. I hadn't even fallen asleep when he returned, reeking of alcohol and women's perfume. I wrinkled my nose and told him to keep his distance.
However, Fatty was excited. As soon as he walked in, he shouted, "Qiangzi, I have an idea!"
Hearing that made me break into a sweat. What kind of ridiculous idea had he come up with now?
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