Johnny pulled out his phone, clicked on a link Tej had sent him, and after clicking it, he entered an interface Tej had personally coded.
It displayed his current location, a map of Pattaya, and a small red blinking dot.
The map would change as he changed direction.
His current location was Chinatown in Pattaya, about 3km from the red dot.
Johnny wasn't in a hurry to go there, as he worried it might also be a trap, so he decided to explore Chinatown first.
The moment he stepped into Chinatown, Johnny felt several gazes fall upon him.
"Oh, could the pursuit have reached here already?"
Johnny discreetly observed for a moment but found they weren't assassins, so it was likely the internal forces of Chinatown.
After all, Thailand wasn't a very stable place, and occasional shootings did occur, so it was normal for strangers entering Chinatown to be watched; perhaps it was Chinatown's security forces.
But Johnny didn't lower his guard.
After such a long period of pursuing and being pursued, he understood one thing very clearly: no matter when, one should never easily relax their vigilance.
The more vigilant you are, the more likely accidents are to happen.
Upon entering Chinatown, what met his eyes, besides some Black and White people, was, of course, a majority of Asian people.
What entered his ears, besides English, Thai, and Vietnamese, was also a lot of Chinese.
However, a phrase in broken Chinese reached Johnny's ears.
"Aiya, don't be like this, give some face, please..."
Johnny subconsciously turned his head to the right; he wanted to see who could speak such broken Chinese.
He saw him with short, naturally curly hair, fluffy like fermented dough, the tips of which gleamed with years of accumulated grease and smoke.
His round face, tanned a purplish-brown by the sun, looked like crumpled and then flattened tin foil, and a half-smile was perpetually on his lips, revealing half of his large gold teeth stained dark red by betel nut; when he smiled, the grains of sand embedded in the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes trembled.
The collar of his faded red Tang suit, the color of braised beef, was always askew, and the third frog button was missing, revealing a faint cross tattoo amidst his chest hair.
The legs of his capris were like torn fishing nets, as if gnawed by rats, and the worn white fabric at his knees flapped with his limping gait, revealing layers of Buddhist prayer beads around his ankles; those dull wooden beads were already swollen from sweat stains, gleaming with an oily sheen in the dim light.
The rubber soles of his flip-flops were already split in half, revealing his dark toenails, making him walk as if dragging two broken boats.
His left hand, however, didn't forget to jingle the keys at his waist incessantly.
At this moment, he was talking to an old woman about something, and suddenly he seemed to stutter a bit.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down twice, and then he suddenly blurted out, "What are you talking about?"
This startled the mynah bird eavesdropping nearby, causing it to flap its wings and hit the iron cage.
Standing beside him was a slender, fair-skinned young man with slightly fluffy black short hair.
His attire was a curious blend of academic and street style, with the white bone-conduction earphone cable dangling around his neck subtly echoing the frosted strap of his Marvin Swiss watch on his wrist.
At this moment, he was bowing his head in contemplation, exceptionally quiet, forming a stark contrast with the man beside him; one still, one active, complementing each other.
A large question mark floated above Johnny's head; this man who looked like Wang Baoqiang... but Johnny only glanced at him before looking away.
He continued to walk forward, but the young man standing there in deep thought suddenly looked up, his gaze strangely following Johnny's retreating figure.
"This person..."
He quickly observed Johnny, then withdrew his gaze because the other person had already walked away.
"This suit is not like an ordinary suit; it should be a bespoke suit, and it uses special materials. If I'm not mistaken, it should be woven with Kevlar fiber, so it should be a bulletproof suit."
"Both of his armpits are slightly bulging, and he walks a little unnaturally, but he seems to have adapted to it, which means he should have holsters under his armpits. So carrying a gun fits the standard for an assassin or a bodyguard."
"But that's not right, he could also be someone from a special agency, but his walking posture doesn't have that style, so it can be concluded that he should be an assassin."
The young man mumbled softly, quickly dissecting Johnny.
Johnny never expected that just by glancing over, he would attract the young man's attention and thus expose his identity to him.
The man standing beside the young man, after failing to get a satisfactory response from the old woman, turned his head to look at the young man.
"No, Old Qin, what are you mumbling about? Help your Old Uncle here, I'm not fluent in English!"
The man beside him was scratching his head in frustration; this old woman seemed to be Thai, but her constant English was really getting to him.
His own broken English simply couldn't handle such a situation.
"I'm looking at that person."
The person followed his gaze to Johnny's back, "What's so interesting about that? Isn't he just an assassin..."
"How do you know?"
The young man surnamed Qin was very surprised, but the other person just grinned, revealing his large gold teeth, "Of course, I guessed it~"
The young man rolled his eyes and turned to leave.
"Hey, hey! What's wrong with you? Aren't you going to ask anymore?"
The young man turned his head to glance at the guy, then said, "I already know what happened. Let's go to the next place."
"What do you know now? Don't you want to tell your Old Uncle?"
The two left, bickering, while Johnny was walking deeper into Chinatown.
But the further he walked in, the more surveillance he felt.
"What the hell is going on?"
Johnny was somewhat puzzled, then directly waved down a tuk-tuk and got in.
"Take me for a ride inside."
So, Johnny sat in the tuk-tuk, which continued deeper into Chinatown. His gaze constantly scanned both sides, trying to find some clues, but still returned empty-handed.
Just then, his phone vibrated. Johnny took out his phone and saw that the red dot was moving.
Johnny immediately told the driver, "Take me to Si Racha!"
The tuk-tuk driver turned to look at him. Johnny understood and immediately pulled out two franklins from his pocket and handed them to him.
Seeing the other person pull out two large bills, the driver immediately smiled and took them, then twisted the throttle and drove towards Si Racha.
As the tuk-tuk carried Johnny out of Chinatown, the surveillance gradually disappeared.
Johnny understood; it seemed Chinatown wasn't very peaceful lately.
Johnny watched his phone while observing the roadside, but gradually he realized that his direction towards Si Racha had shifted; the tuk-tuk driver was intentionally taking him in another direction.
"Driver, are you going the wrong way?"
Johnny reminded him.
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