Chapter 243 Which Of You Has The Surname Huo


    Eyes fixed on Colleen, and one hand propped against her chin, the girl sitting next to Wesley exined


    in a low voice, "You misunderstood my rtionship with Wesley. I''m not his girlfriend."


    Demanding an exnation from Wesley, Colleen was irritated by his silence and the way he avoided


    her unblinking eyes. At longst, obviously running out of patience, she asked, "How can that be


    possible? You know, you''re the first girl Wesley has ever brought to—"


    "Colleen." Finally Wesley interrupted her. "Weren''t you asking about Debbie?" he snapped, eager to


    change the subject.


    "OK. Alright! Mr. Huo, you haven''t answered my question yet." At Wesley''s hint, Colleen pretended to


    realize she was off the topic. Promptly, she tuned her gaze to Carlos, the look in her eyes unrelenting,


    waiting for him to answer her earlier question.


    "She''s at home, expecting all the papers to be ready, so that she can go abroad," said Carlos,


    determined to keep everything asconic as possible.


    As he spoke, Curtis could see the gloom on his face. Of course, he knew Carlos and Debbie were still


    not reconciled yet. So in an attempt to broach the subject with caution, he said, "I''ve heard that ZL


    Group''s business has been boomingtely. The employees have been working extra hours. I hope you


    haven''t been sleeping in your office." He added thatst bit with slight emphasis. The gist of his


    question was to find out why Carlos had not been sleeping at home. Then he added his piece of


    advice. "You don''t have to burst a nerve working overtime, man. If it''s for money, do you think it''s wise


    of you to drive yourself so hard at work that you don''t even have time to return home?"


    Hearing his question, the others exchanged a look.


    Damon drew a tile and chipped in sullenly, "It''s not like Carlos Huo is short of money. No! That''s


    ridiculous. I suspect, the person driving him hard is his wife. You know how demanding somedies


    can be." The tongue-in-cheek way he phrased his words left everyone in stitches. But Damon ignored


    the giggles and carried on. "Only she can throw him into a vortex of emotions."


    Although Damon was known for his wise cracks, Curtis took him seriously on what he had just said. He


    discarded two dots and with a curious gaze at Carlos, inquired, "What did Debbie do to get on your


    nerves this time?"


    Carlos took a puff on his cigarette and blew the smoke forcefully, betraying his inner tension. Amid the


    fumes, he opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words escaped his mouth.


    Noticing that mood around the ce, Megan, somewhat embarrassed, excused herself. "Uncle Carlos,


    maybe I should go home. You have fun with your friends," she said in a shaky voice.


    In her pockets where nobody could see, her hands had been balled into fists. ''These people...Huh!


    Now they are all on Debbie''s side. It looks like that woman is taking my ce in their hearts. No! I won''t


    have any of that bullcrap!''


    But while she cursed inside and was about to leave, Carlos ordered her to sit down. Without saying it,


    he thought to himself, ''I have ignored Debbie for seven days, and now she knows that I brought Megan


    with me to this ce. I don''t believe she will take it well and won''t do anything about it.


    For all I care, I''d silently standby and watch her level this booth to the ground, if she broke in here, right


    now. I just want to know she cares.''


    Just then, someone started to kick the door of the booth from outside. "Hell no!" he murmured, fearing


    Debbie had indeede to fulfill his silent wishes. But when the door finally burst open, a group of


    men noisily stormed in. The women in the booth were scared stiff.


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    "Policemen?" Colleen wondered loudly.


    The men ying mahjong only paused for a second at themotion. Then ignoring the intruders,


    they calmly went on with their activity.


    A young policeman feeling insulted by the way his team''s arrival was casually ignored raised his gun


    and shouted, "Police! Stop what you are doing right now! Someone reported that you were gambling."


    ''Gambling?'' The four mahjong yers were amused.


    Damon looked at Wesley, who was wearing casual clothes. Then he gave a wicked smile.


    "Which of you has the surname Huo?"


    the young policeman roared. ''Huo?'' All of Carlos'' friends shifted their eyes to look at the shameless


    intruder.


    The enthusiastic cop continued, "Someone reported under their real name that the person with the


    surname Huo was doing an illegal transaction and activity here. Pleasee with us. And thedy


    beside you." The young policeman turned to Megan and asked, "Miss, what do you do? Where do you


    go to work? How did you two meet? How long have you known each other?"


    Megan''s face turned pale with embarrassment. Everyone could tell that the policeman thought she was


    a prostitute.


    "Plbbt! Ha ha." Damon burst intoughter.


    Even Curtis and Wesley, who were much more unppable, found it hard to stifle theirughter. Clearly,


    the police were there for Carlos. Reporting him for doing illegal activity and Megan for prostitution...


    In Y City, there was only one person daring to do that. Among the eight of the party, everyone knew


    who it was, except ir.


    "Stopughing. This is as serious as your lives!" the young policeman reprimanded with a red face,


    pointing his gun at Damon, who seemed to be having a good time. Obviously, the moment wasn''t quite


    enjoyable for Damon. He didn''t like it when his authority was challenged.


    Stone-faced, Carlos tossed the tile in his hand away and looked at the young policeman. "You said the


    report was done under the person''s real name? Who was it?"


    The young policeman looked very serious. "Carlos Huo''s wife, Debbie Nian. Now, stop stalling. Come


    with us."


    At this point, the policeman next to the overzealous young chap pulled his sleeve and cautioned,


    "Boss, we''re in trouble. This is the...the very Mr. Carlos Huo."


    The young policeman was barely in his twenties, but already made the team leader. The young are


    fearless. Learning that the man he had been talking to was Carlos Huo, he was only a tad bit surprised.


    But then he carried on, "We have to do our job. All of you have toe with us."


    Carlos took out his phone and asked casually, "Which police branch are you with?"


    The young man presented his badge and replied, "The city bureau."


    Carlos patted Wesley on the shoulder. "He has great potential. You can consider transferring him to the


    army so that you can groom him." Meanwhile, he dialed a number on his phone.


    It was connected soon. "Uncle Noel, I''m sorry to disturb you at thiste hour, but your men here are


    trying to take me to the station."


    ''Uncle Noel?'' the young policeman wondered. The name of the COP of the city bureau was also Noel.


    And he was old enough to be Carlos'' uncle. ''Could it be...?''


    Not half a minuteter after Carlos hung up the call, the young policeman''s phone rang. With shaking


    hands, he answered, to which Noel Li went straight into a dressing-down. "You are an idiot. Get your


    men back here as fast as your legs can carry you! Do you have any idea what and whom you''re


    messing with?"


    "I know who he is, but someone reported that he organized gambling. Also, there is a prostitute with


    him—"


    "Shut the fuck up! Do I have to exin to you whoever Mr. Huo is with? You''re stupid enough to jump


    into action without even confirming the reports you get? Who the hell came up with the idea of raising


    such an asshole to your position? Get the hell out of there now!"


    Now with a mixture of panic and embarrassment, the young policeman looked at the four men in the


    booth. Resignedly, he put his gun away and replied on the phone, "Yes, Chief Li."


    Before he left with his men, he looked at Wesley. Confusion was written over his tan face. "You look


    very familiar. Do you know Colonel Li the God of Warriors?"


    irughed. "Handsome, this is Colonel Li."


    ''This woman called another man "handsome" right before my eyes.'' Wesley''s face darkened.


    The young policeman''s eyes glistened with excitement the minute he realized he had met the God of


    Warriors. Instantly, he stood at attention and saluted Wesley. "It''s a great honor to meet you, Colonel


    Li."


    Wesley nodded in response.


    The excited young cop wanted to get an autograph, but afraid that he might cause more trouble, two of


    his co-workers got him out of there quickly.


    The booth finally regained its quiet. Carlos tossed the chips on the table and stood up. "Damon, you''ll


    have to drive Megan hometer."


    Damon stared at the man who was putting on his coat. "Eh? We''ve just started. Where''re you going?"


    After ncing at him, Carlos replied tly, "It seems my wife has be unbridled. I''m going home


    right away to deal with her."