Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 819: Chapter 63: Friday Without the Lord (5)

In the waiting lounge, Oni said he would step away for a moment to visit the restroom.

After that, Lluvia asked Luo Qiu if he wanted something to drink, as she could get something from the lounge attendant. Luo Qiu shook his head, and Lluvia went over by herself.

Since it was an international flight, there weren’t many people in the lounge… or rather, it was just the three of them.

Now the only one left was ‘Luo Qiu,’ who casually picked up a nearby magazine to read.

But just then, ‘Luo Qiu’s’ body suddenly transformed into smoke and vanished; the magazine he had been holding fell to the ground—before it fell, however, someone caught it steadily, so it didn’t alarm anyone.

Boss Luo opened the magazine and took a glance; it turned out to be an introduction to wildlife.

“Did something happen?” Lluvia returned with two cups of water, noticing Luo Qiu was now standing instead of sitting, she asked curiously.

Boss Luo smiled slightly and said, “Nothing, I just wanted to get up and stretch a bit; sitting for too long can get tiring.”

Lluvia nodded, putting down the cups, “It’s about time; Mr. Song should be back soon.”

Boss Luo nodded as Oni walked in, wiping his hands on his clothes, looking at the TV on the wall, and muttering, “A memorial service?”

Boss Luo and Lluvia also turned to watch the TV; it was a local news report covering a memorial service taking place in front of the Rio Municipal Theatre.

“Hmm… looks like some disturbance happened,” Lluvia glanced at it indifferently.

Based on the news report, someone had broken into the event to stir up trouble, and security officers were currently expelling the troublemaker.

“Probably some guy looking for attention, hoping to become an internet celebrity, right?” Oni shrugged, watching the man—with a golden carnival mask disputing with several police officers—shake his head.

“What are you talking about?”

Suddenly, a voice with a smile came from the lounge entrance. Lluvia’s eyes softened, “Nothing much, just watching the news.”

The suddenly appearing Song Haoran nodded, but didn’t step inside, checking the time, he said, “Let’s head out; it’s about time to board… Luo Qiu, did you miss me?”

Boss Luo shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the TV, suddenly smiling before walking towards Song Haoran, casually saying, “Maybe I’ll miss your stories. Do you have new ones?”

Song Haoran laughed heartily, “No new ones, but I could tell you about my chase with a group of pirates in the Caribbean when I was eighteen. Interested?”

Luo Qiu wasn’t surprised at Song Haoran mentioning the Caribbean.

Song Haoran’s mother was a Spaniard.

“Hopefully it’s an exciting story.”

“Your journey won’t be boring.” Song Haoran patted Luo Qiu on the shoulder and led him to the boarding gate.

Just as he turned around, he made a discreet OK gesture to Oni and Lluvia.

Oni and Lluvia exchanged glances, and Oni whistled, “Looks like the newbies passed their assessment. Ah, I’ll soon be able to see the beautiful Gan Hong in the village; my harem can expand again!”

Lluvia rolled her eyes, retorted, “You really are a humanoid cannon.”

“Boom boom boom boom, afraid of my Gatling?” Oni spread his legs and quickly thrusted his hips.

Lluvia shook her head, too lazy to pay attention to Oni, and walked straight out. Before leaving, she glanced at the TV one more time; the news was still on, and the memorial service disturbance hadn’t ended yet.

…

Cut back.

“Yes! It’s garbage… Let me go! Let me go!!”

Although feeling that he probably got the script wrong from the start, under the circumstances, Bucky felt he had no choice but to carry on with all his might.

Initially, the script was supposed to go like this:

Priest: What did you say? Dare to say it again?! You dare to disdain our faith! You heretic!

Bucky: I, Bucky, god!

Priest: Madman! Madman! You are desecrating the deity! You should be burned at the stake!

Bucky: You know nothing of power! Let you mortals witness true power!

Priest: Ah! This is… a miracle, a miracle!!

Bucky: Ahahahahaha!!!

But the real script was like this:

“Let me go… let me go! What are you dragging me to?! I have freedom of speech! This is a public place! Even if you’re police, you have no right to eject me! Let go of…”

Despite being restrained by policemen holding each of his arms, he continued to shout angrily.

“Everyone, let’s continue.” The Priest reopened his scripture book.