Gone with the Bullets Page #4

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Wanyan! Wanyan!

- What about Green Dragon?

- Wanyan! Wanyan! Wanyan!

Just as we planned,

Wanyan became...

...the president of Escort Nation.

We thought the story would end here.

But stories, like life, get out of control.

Good news!

Telegram from the Ukrainian front!

Permanent cease-fire.

- Cease-fire!

- Cease-fire!

Wanyan! Wanyan! Wanyan!

- Listeners!

- Honoured guests!

Prepare yourselves

for the biggest, the boldest surprise.

Who will crown the new president?

A glittering star.

A living legend. She is....

Madam Sai.

- Jin.

- Hua.

History calls her

the Joan of Arc of China.

Alone, she faced the Allied armies...

...and their horny German commander.

She is Madam Sai.

Super siren!

Dearest friends...

...the eyes of the world

are upon you.

So open your chequebooks

and be generous to your new president.

The crowning of Miss Wanyan...

...will conclude our auction.

We succeeded.

Master Wu-Seven's money

became clean.

In fact, we cleaned him out.

We spent it all.

Every last dime.

Miss! Miss!

Miss! One more thing.

- Yes?

- I don't get it.

You didn't eat or drink,

you even brought your own bed.

- Now you even refuse a tip?

- Grandpa...

...I did it for charity.

Miss! Miss!

This is my mother's ring.

I never married,

so I want you to have it.

Please, your bid was payment enough.

At my age, I thought I'd seen it all.

Life had lost its lustre.

But now...

...you just showed me

what I've missed out on.

You have re-lit the fire within me.

That's why I'm here.

To rekindle your fire.

Can I have your number?

Give him my card.

Grandpa, here's my card. Call me.

Grandpa, keep your fire lit.

I'll hold a torch for you.

Forget me not!

- Next stop.

- Joseph's place.

Lafayette, B1389.

I thought our next appointment

was with Mr. Liu.

Mr. Liu won the bid originally...

...but he gifted her to Joseph.

He can't do that! Gift her away!

We can't be picky.

We must reward every bidder.

The world watches.

- Where to, which road?

- Lafayette, B1389.

It's right here.

In Red Chamber, it's written:

"When the fake is taken to be real...

...the real often becomes fake."

Wanyan really believes

she's president now.

Awashed in platonic love...

...she treats me like a lowly driver.

I drive her from "charity" to "charity."

I try to wake her up...

...but she's lost in her dream.

What a mess!

We're heading for trouble.

Shuwan Gou,

I thought we were going to Joseph's.

This is Zhu-Three's place.

Joseph is Zhu-Three!

Really?

I know a Zhu-Three. I hate him.

- Hope it's not the same guy.

- Same guy.

Then it's your fault. If I knew...

...I wouldn't have brought her here.

Wanyan said we shouldn't be picky.

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