shuhaige
Chapter 11
Hong Kong’s airport was on a separate island from the city. Twisting roads from the terminal eventually merged onto a large highway. In the distance loomed green mountains with clouds obscuring their peaks.
The highway continued across a massive suspension bridge over the bay. We drove through verdant hills, passed through a miles-long tunnel, and crossed another suspension bridge. Only then did the massive skyline of Hong Kong appear in the distance.
I sat across from Han in the back of the limo and watched the scenery go by.
My companion was silent for most of the way, but he began to ask questions the closer we got to the city.
“What brings you to Hong Kong, Mr. Rosolini?”
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“Your arrival was unexpected.”
“It was last-minute business,” I said, and tried to shut down his questions with some of my own. “I’m curious – how are you connected to Mr. Lau?”
“I am an employee of the Hong Kong Gaming Syndicate.”
That was the official name of the investment group that currently held my family’s 50 million euros.
“What’s your title?” I asked.
“Manager.”
“Of what?”
“Just ‘Manager.’”
The look in his eyes suggested it could possibly be ‘Manager of Disposing of Problems, Including Dead Bodies.’
I made a mental note to tread lightly around Mr. Han.