Now we only need to know one conclusion: Ai Liang doesn’t want to get involved in the broken things in the black area anymore.

After the deformation, Ai Liang returned to the room and pulled out a locked suitcase from the bottom of the bed. He opened the box and found a hooded trench coat wrapped in a sealed bag, as well as a wooden short knife made of iron birch and several carbon steel flying knives.

After changing his clothes, it was completely dark. Ailiang turned off the electric light in the house and left only one in the bedroom.

Ailiang came to the balcony, and the ripples of his mental power spread around the balcony as the center. After confirming that no one was watching the apartment building, Ailiang jumped down from the balcony and fell to the ground.

This is to create the illusion that he has never left after he returns home. Even if no one has ever suspected him, the disguise that Ai Liang will never fall behind, because if his other identity is exposed, Neihua City will never have his place to stay.

After avoiding the crowd for a while, Ai Liang raised his hand to stop a taxi.

"Hello, please...where to go..."

The taxi driver looked at the suspicious man wearing a black windbreaker, a hood and a half-faced mask in front of him. However, after Ai Liang took out a stack of banknotes, he decisively opened the car door.

“The Third Avenue Industrial Zone of Neihua Road.”

A dull sound came from behind the mask.

The taxi driver felt nervous when he heard this. He heard from other colleagues that it seemed to be the territory of a group of criminals. The guy wrapped in a windbreaker in the back seat almost wrote the big words "I'm not a good person" on his face. There would be no good thing to go there.

While he was hesitating whether to take up the business, Ailiang handed over two more money.

The driver thought about the tuition for his son's extracurricular tutoring class and the complaints his wife was calculating her life expenses, and he gritted his teeth.

Damn, at worst, let him get off the bus early.

The driver who made up his mind planned the route and started the car. He was speeding up along the way, and the speed of fifty yards was like a hundred yards.

......

Ailiang took the initiative to get off the bus about 500 meters away from the destination.

The surrounding environment has changed a lot in a few years, how big is it?

The public toilet he used to change clothes has now become a hotel. This subtle sense of incongruity is like in math class. In the last second, the teacher was talking about binary equations. After taking a nap and looking up, the things on the blackboard became Fourier transformation formulas.

Fortunately, the cafeteria used by the intelligence point to disguise has not changed, and finally Ailiang found a trace of familiar smell.

This place is very remote. Along the way, Ailiang saw several groups of young gangsters leaning against motorcycles and talking about it. This is a scene that belongs to the industrial area. If it were the patrolling police in other places, the current public security in Neihua City is so harsh.

Perhaps it is this high-pressure system that causes the suppressed human nature in some dark corners to become even more crazy.

Ai Liang's weird outfit attracted a lot of bad intentions, but no one passed by them chose to provoke. The gangsters who stayed in this area naturally had something to do with the black area. It was normal for those who were rashly provoking those strange and unknown people to die.

They were so worried that Ai Liang would be happy to see it.

Ailiang came to the alley next to the restaurant and entered the restaurant's warehouse through the back door.

There were two waiters dressed in the warehouse sitting on chairs to rest, but the pistols around their waists meant they were not serious waiters.

Ai Liang walked straight to them, and the two of them were not surprised by his strange outfit. Almost most of the people who came here would hide their identities.

“Pass.”

One of the waiters shouted lazily on the back of the chair.

Ai Liang glanced at him, took out his black phone and posted it on the duty table, and the shelves on the side were automatically separated to both sides.

Seeing this, the lazy waiter quietly moved his hand on his waist away, and then started chatting with another person in a mess.

Ai Liang walked along the stairs toward the basement, reached out and pushed open the brown iron door with crossed guns, and the smell of alcohol came towards him.

Almost every time the drinkers stay here will provoke their nervous nerves when they open the door. This time is no exception. Almost 70% of people turn their eyes to the door, and after confirming that it is not a note, they will focus on their own affairs.

However, Ai Liang's dress still evoked unfriendly memories for some people, including a strong white man holding a wine glass.

As soon as Ai Liang found an empty seat to sit down, he went to the opposite side. The wine glass in his hand slammed on the table, splashing a lot of yellowish-brown liquid.

The drinkers around him looked at the show with an attitude of watching the show.

The bar only sells intelligence and drinks without any entertainment. Watching others fight is one of the few ways to enjoy it. It is best to die one, at least it can add a little fun to this dull night.

The strong man spoke as everyone watched the show: "New? Do you know, hooded windbreakers are prohibited here?"

The strong white man broke his fingers and slapped: "Take off my clothes!"

As he said that, he reached out to Ai Liang's face to pull the mask off, but the next moment his right hand was firmly clamped, and Ai Liang noticed the tattoo on his wrist.

"The fish that escaped the net from the Maoyan Gang?"

The voices of men, women, old and young were heard from behind the mask, and the tone was filled with boredom and disgust.

The face of the strong white man changed instantly.

There is a reason why he hates hooded trench coats so much.

Ten years ago, Nehua City was not as peaceful as it is now. At that time, public security was extremely chaotic, and various gangs emerged one after another. Almost every once in a while, a new gang was formed or an old gang was popular. I didn’t know that I thought I had taken the wrong flight to the free American United States, which was a gunfight every day.

This situation continued until the executioner in a hooded trench coat appeared.

The murderer who claims to be a messenger of justice will snatch the black zone without saying a word when he sees the people in the black zone, slapping their throats, and slaughtering all living people in sight like nothingness like a ghost.

The white strong man is the gang survivor who has experienced bloodbathing.

Whenever he saw a hooded windbreaker, he would arouse terrifying memories in his heart, so he would be extremely repulsive to those who wear hooded windbreakers. He wanted to numb himself and overcome the nightmare in his heart by beating people who were wearing such clothes.

‘Anyway, that 'hidden' hasn't appeared for almost five years, so maybe he has died in some smelly garbage dump.’

He thought so until Ai Liang spoke.

However, just one sentence awakened the fear deep in his heart and reminisced about the humility at the bottom of the food chain.

Feeling the huge force on his wrist, he looked at the other party's cold and cold look with no waves and spoke.

"Let go... let go... I..."
Chapter completed!