Chapter 552: Mesica Town
Translator: Timothy Editor: GlobeGlotter
Ever since meeting Ye Mo, Shi Kaigen had never seen such an expression on his face. He didn’t hesitate to say, “A month ago, I found someone who’d been part of the Chinese gang. He was called Liu Shan. After the gang war, the gang leader did send someone to take Sister Yan away. After the Chinese gang’s annihilation, some brothers escaped. Liu Shan was one of them. He encountered Sister Yan and her protector. They realized they had no money, so Sister Yan removed her bracelet to sell. But after that brother left, he never returned. They waited a long time, but he still didn’t come back. Later, they heard gunshots and didn’t dare wait any longer. Liu Shan protected Sister Yan, but being loyal to the Chinese gang, he brought her to Mesica Town and parted ways with her.”
“Where is this Liu Shan?” Ye Mo asked subconsciously after a long while.
Shi Kaigen said guiltily, “I found him in Dali City, but he’d moved away by my second visit. I think he wants nothing to do with the Chinese gang anymore. I understand, so I didn’t pursue him.”
Shi Kaigen produced a map and gave it to Ye Mo. “This is Mesica Town—the red dot marks where they parted.”
Ye Mo stared at the map, oblivious to Sha One’s entrance.
After a long while, Ye Mo put away the map, worried for Sister Yan. Though from Luo Yue Continent, he valued sentiment, treating Ye Ling and Ye Zifeng kindly. If Sister Yan were his mother, she’d be an important blood relative.
Who knew if this abandoned son, Ye Mo, wasn’t his past life?
Seeing Ye Mo regain his senses, Sha One quickly presented his findings. “Ye-Qianbei, this information is ready.”
Ye Mo took the papers, but without examining them closely, said, “I’ll be out for a while. The San Francisco Gang can wait.”
Shi Kaigen guessed Ye Mo was going to that town. He hesitated, then remained silent. Ye Mo had come for Sister Yan last time, indicating a close relationship. Other matters could wait.
Ye Mo, regaining his composure, noticed Shi Kaigen’s hesitation. “What is it?” he asked.
“Brother Ye, there’s something I haven’t mentioned. Huang Mei came looking for you after you left. She was disappointed to hear you’d gone,” Shi Kaigen replied.
“Huang Mei?” Ye Mo frowned. He didn’t know her. He didn’t recall meeting any women in the US. What did she want?
Shi Kaigen said, “She was the woman behind Zhu Hongsheng when we entered the Hong Martial Gang.”
Ye Mo recalled. That woman seemed to help him constantly. He found it strange a stranger would help so much. She might have looked average, but she was meticulous.
Ye Mo asked, “How has she been since the Hong Martial Gang’s annihilation?”
Shi Kaigen replied, “She’s smart. The day Zhu Hongsheng rejected her proposal, she left. Later, he couldn’t find her.”
Ye Mo nodded. She was decisive, leaving as soon as she realized Zhu Hongsheng wasn’t worth helping. But why find him? He wasn’t a gang leader.
“What did she say?” Ye Mo asked.
Shi Kaigen said, “She asked if finding Sister Yan was your main reason for coming to San Francisco, and when you’d return. I didn’t hide the first part, but said I didn’t know about your return. I haven’t heard from her since.”
Ye Mo asked nothing more. Huang Mei was astute, unlike Peng Yueji. If she could help Xu Yuehua, that would be good, but since she’d left, there was no point dwelling on it.
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Compared to other places in the US, or even other San Francisco towns, Mesica was extremely basic. The streets were messy, the buildings old, etcetera.
Ye Mo stood at a café’s door. It was newly built, but the dot on Shi Kaigen’s map matched.
Ye Mo sighed. So many years had passed; she was unlikely to still be in this town, and even if she were, finding her wouldn’t be easy.
Ye Mo ordered coffee. It was full of bubbles, so he stirred it and took a sip. It was bitter—he disliked the flavor.
He picked up the newspaper. The headline showed a picture of the US bank reserve and a breached gold vault wall. Ye Mo smiled. They’d found out quickly. It was the next morning, and the newspapers were already out. He couldn’t read English, but he guessed the subject.
Soon after Ye Mo sat down, a blonde woman sat opposite, coffee in hand, and asked in English, “Are you Chinese?”
Ye Mo understood, but pretended not to and continued drinking his coffee.
The blonde woman, seeing his silence, asked again in Chinese, “May I ask if you’re Chinese?”
Ye Mo nodded. “Yes, what do you want?”
“Oh, great! I want you to help me—Ehm, no, I think I can help you—” This bewildered Ye Mo. She was asking him for help? He’d just met her! And he needed no help.
Before Ye Mo could speak, she whispered, “Can we talk outside? I think you might be interested.”
Ye Mo was already in a bad mood, and this woman worsened it.
Ye Mo stood, slapped a $100 bill on the counter, and walked out. He only had $100 bills.
The blonde woman quickly paid with her card. The waiter, seeing them together, thought nothing of it.
Outside, she grabbed his arm, pressing her bosom against him.
Ye Mo frowned. He had no interest. Compared to Ning Qingxue, he didn’t even want to look at this woman. He was sure she was a street prostitute.
However, it was strange; they usually worked at night, and this woman was out in the morning.
Ye Mo pulled away, unhappy. “What do you want? If it’s sex, forget it—I’m not interested.”
The woman looked embarrassed, smiling. “Oh, I know. But I really like you. You’re a true man—you have the smell of a real man.”