As the motorcycle and car approached the tribe, they stopped, killing the engines and the lights. Three people emerged from the car, joining the man on the motorcycle for a total of four. They sat quietly on the ground, smoking and talking.
Driven by curiosity, the assistant circled around from a distance and crept up behind them. He lay on the ground, quietly eavesdropping.
The four men were distinctive. The man on the motorcycle was tall and handsome, while the three men who got out of the car were fat, short, and skinny, respectively.
The man on the motorcycle took a drag from his cigarette and laughed. "I can't believe it," he said to the fat, short, and skinny men. "That so-called super bodyguard, Zhao Rong, is smart his whole life only to be a fool for a moment..."
"This act we put on was brilliant," the short man said, taking a sip of beer. "That fool Zhao Rong completely fell for it."
