Biff felt like the mouse the cat was playing with.
“Is he here?” Biff demanded.
Ping Lu clapped his hands. The Chinese with the bad eye, whom he had called Mao, came to him. Ping Lu leaned over and spoke softly into Mao’s ear. Neither Biff nor Chuba could hear what was said. Mao left the room.
Ping Lu turned to Chan Li. He had been standing just behind the boys during the conversation.
“You may go now, Chan Li. And your reward will be given you as you leave.”
Chan bowed, and turned toward the door.
Tao Kwang, the Ancient One, spat out a single word as Chan left.
Biff looked at Chuba. “He call him traitor,” Chuba said.
Ping Lu leaned back in his chair. He clasped his fat hands over his bulging belly. A smirk of satisfaction was stamped on his face.
The rasp of a door opening on the right side of the huge room caused Biff to turn his head sharply. Through the door, prodded from behind by the gun barrels of two soldiers, walked Uncle Charlie.