Chapter 480 - Divorce

Wangle and Pockmark looked at each other. Both of them wanted to seize this opportunity.

Seeing that they were hesitating, Joe turned to look at the inside. "Does Vatsa wants to make this call?"

No one responded.

Vatsa stared at them with his eyes wide open. The smelly rag in his mouth was about to become pieces.

Joe was like an actor. Wangle and Pockmark immediately shouted, "Give it to me. I want to make the call!"

"You two can make the call together." Joe handed the phone to Wangle's ear and instructed him, "Just say that you have a girl in your hand. Ask her the trading location. Do not ask anything else."

Wangle asked, "Can we really have a three-year sentence commuting?"

Their trade involved human trafficking and adultery. They would be at least jailed for ten years, and a three-year sentence commuting was too little for him. Wangle wanted to make a request, "Can I add to five years?"

"Only three years."

"I see."

Wangle looked calm, but Joe knew that he believed him. If Joe had agreed to his request just now, Wangle would definitely think that they were liars.

Wangle dialed Merinda's number, but no one answered. After waiting for a few minutes, he dialed again. The call was answered, and the voice of a middle-aged woman came.

"What's it?"

Wangle immediately said, "Vatsa's got a girl. She's here. She looks pretty good...."

Merinda interrupted him. "It's important to escape now. Do you know the situation? Give up! Thousands of pairs of eyes are watching us."

Wangle choked.

Pockmark immediately continued, "Merinda, you've experienced so much before. The main reason is that we've brought the girl over. We can't just let her stay with us, right? Please get us a good price and we won't want too much. We haven't had any trade for months, and we're so poor now...."

"How heavy is it?" Merinda asked.

"1.4 kilos." That was an argot.

"Clean?" This was asking if the girl was a virgin.

"Of course." Pockmark smiled. "We need to sell it for money. How dare we eat it by ourselves?"

"Bring it over tonight. It's more convenient at night." Merinda said, "Call me when you come to the back door of the Green Lake Hotel."

"Alright."

The phone was hung up.

Joe immediately went in to discuss countermeasures, while others found something to cover Wangle and Pockmark's mouths.

Vatsa almost fainted due to the smelly rag. He couldn't help but roll his eyes and vomit. Joy even pinched his nose to prevent him from breathing as she cursed him.

Joe was a little helpless. He thought that his sister was more mature, but he didn't expect that she was still a child.

If Ferne was here, he would probably take off his shoes and stuff his socks into Vatsa's mouth.

Thinking of Ferne, he thought of Noah. Before he left, he received a phone call from Noah. He followed his instructions and used the bait to catch Wangle and Pockmark.

Noah also taught him the incentive policy just now. He said that if Wangle and Pockmark didn't say anything, Joe would try this trick. He also told Joe not to let Vatsa speak because he didn't say anything even after his shoulder was burned. It would be useless to make him speak. Perhaps it wouldn't work if Joe wanted them to say something by beating them too hard. Thus, Noah thought of a plan to deal with them.

Now Joe had got Merinda's address. He did not dare to relax, nor did he dare to tell Noah the address. After all, he was not an insider. As for Noah and Ferne, two outsiders, they played an absolute leading role in Branden's incident.

Joe blindly trusted them and followed their orders.

A text message was sent out. Soon Noah replied to him. Joe looked at it and immediately had a plan in his heart.

At eleven o'clock in the night, a car stopped at the entrance of a small restaurant in Green Lake Town.

A man and a woman entered the restaurant while quarreling.

"You blame me for that there's no gas station here?" The man frowned and shouted.

The woman shouted back, "Didn't I remind you last night to refuel when you came back? It's your fault!"

"I was so busy and forgot it last night. You can't blame me for that!"

"So you blame me for that, right?" The woman shouted. "I can't stand this! I want to divorce!"

"No! No! We'll talk about this after dinner. I'm starving! Let's find a place to stay for a night. Tomorrow, I'll ask where the gas station is and fill it up. Or I can find another car to drag us over. Is that OK?" The man went into the restaurant and found a seat to sit down. He then handed the menu to the woman. "Order something. Calm down."

The woman mumbled. She finally sat down because she was hungry. Then she shouted to the manager of the restaurant, "I want Seafood Chowder."

The manager was a middle-aged man in his fifties. He had a mole at the corner of his mouth and there were two long hairs on it. He smiled kindly and said, "There isn't much seafood left. I can't make it. Would you like something else? You must come from other places, right?"

"Yes," the man sighed and asked, "By the way, where's the gas station?"

The manager pointed outside. "It's a little far from the town. You will drive at least ten kilometers to the west before seeing a gas station. Where did you come from? Didn't you go there?"

"We came here by following the bus in the town and took the north-south road." The man frowned and said, "Forget about it. Let's order first."

"You're here to visit your relatives?" The manager asked with a smile.

"If so, we wouldn't have failed to find a gas station. We're here to climb the mountain."

There was a Green Lake Mountain in this town. It was not high. But People around would often drive here for a stroll. After all, the Green Lake at the foot of the mountain was famous for its clarity.

The manager nodded and said, "Then I'll make some simple home-cooked dishes for you."

"Alright." The man smiled and said, "The sooner the better. We've been starving."

There were three restaurants in Green Lake Town. These two guests were probably quarreling all along the way and they were about to leave the town. The Green Lake Hotel was the last hotel.

When the woman heard this, although she frowned, she did not say anything. The manager took the menu and went into the kitchen to prepare the dishes.

A middle-aged woman was washing the dishes in the kitchen. The manager said, "Outsiders. They are a young couple, coming here for fun. Cook a few dishes and serve them. I'm tired." As he spoke, he lay on the chair and closed his eyes.

The woman agreed. Then she cooked two dishes and brought them out.

The couple outside quarreled again.

"Didn't we agree to finish the meal first? What's wrong with you?"

"Is this something that can be settled after the meal? You make me so angry and now how can I eat?" The woman's voice was quite sharp.

"If you want to quarrel, we can continue quarreling after the meal! Don't you feel shameful by standing in a restaurant and quarreling like this?" The man looked away, trying to suppress his anger.

"Shameful? Do I bring shame to you" The woman cried out.. "The car is out of gas. How can you blame me for this?"