Lin Qiunan called out a few times, but Jiang Zhi ignored him and resolutely left the hospital.
It was four-twenty in the morning.
Two black nanny vans were traveling one after the other on the highway.
"Young Master Zhi," the driver of the leading van was a black man, especially dark-skinned, blending into the night, but with particularly white teeth, starkly visible in the dark, "King has arranged a boat at Xinhai Fish Port waiting for you. Shall I take you straight there?"
Su Qinghou was sitting in the back seat, eyes downcast, with the shadow of the street light from outside the window falling across his face. As the car moved, the shadows on his face did too.
He said, "First, find a restroom."
He spoke in Chinese.
The black man, who had a very basic level of Chinese, was taken aback and asked in broken Chinese, "What did you say?"
