Some people who were observing secretly didn't notice what was going on.

They only saw the guy with a hood holding the strong man's wrist, something flashed and the strong man fell on the table.

After seeing a few drops of blood on the table, the sharp-eyed man quietly ran away from the side door.

After the old customer reacted, he didn't say anything, packing up his things and running towards the door as if he was escaping. It was like suddenly remembering that the gas at home was not closed, and the old father with rhinitis called his son to ask where the lighter was placed.

Some people who didn't understand the situation saw others running away, and they thought they had come and ran out. The underground bar that was still very lively a few minutes ago was immediately left with only the bartender and Ai Liang.

The little bartender was also a little confused. Could it be that this place was exposed?

He immediately contacted the boss to report the situation, and the two waiters guarding upstairs rushed down with guns.

"Awei! What happened? Why did everyone run away?!"

"I don't know either."

The little bartender looked innocent.

After the lazy waiter inspected the scene, he found Ai Liang sitting in his seat and the strong man lying on his face. To be precise, the corpse of the strong man.

Seeing the blood on the table, the waiter sneered and pointed the gun at Ai Liang: "I don't know if I can't do it here!"

“Who stipulated it?”

"You T..."

The waiter was just about to shoot and teach this unknown guy a lesson when the boss's voice came from the headset. He carefully observed Ai Liang's dress, then walked aside and reported in a low voice.

After the report, he walked to Ai Liang with a strange expression and picked up a rag to wipe the table, and asked his companions to drag the body away.

The little bartender put the two prepared Tachila cocktails on the table and left with the waiter. The whole bar suddenly became quiet.

Soon, there was a clattering sound in the bar hitting the floor, and the sound source was approaching Ailiang little by little.

A man with a black metal crutch and an eye mask came out from behind the bar. He is the most famous underground intelligence agent in Neva City - Moos.

"I have someone whom you like to drink the most, don't you try it? This bartender was cultivated by me at a high price."

Mus came to Ailiang and sat down and greeted him kindly: "I haven't heard from you for five years. I thought you were dead. What's the point of scammering a zombie today?"

"I don't remember that I like drinking the fake wine you have."

Ai Liang said.

Then he took out a copper coin and bounced it in front of Muss.

"It seems that he is indeed the deity." Muss picked up the copper coin and watched it carefully before pushing an unknown bank card over. "The commission fees for the past few years are all included, you can check it."

Ai Liang was not pretentious, so he took out the old man's machine and entered the card number to check the balance. There was no friendship in this place.

"I'm still alive. You can sell this information as reward for helping me keep the funds."

After Ai Liang confirmed the amount correctly, he put the bank card into his inner pocket.

"Really? You won't say that on purpose. When I agree, I will turn my head and wipe my neck, right?"

Mus was a little nervous when facing Ai Liang. After all, he had washed away the underground forces of Neihua City. Even though he knew that he only killed people who were extremely guilty, it was completely nonsense to say that he was not afraid of this god of killing. Just like even though he knew that the tigers in the zoo were all domesticated, if it suddenly ran over and licked your scalp, you would still not dare to move.

"If I were to attack you, I wouldn't be sitting in this nonsense." Ai Liang said, "Do me a favor."

"Which unlucky guy are you targeting again?"

After hearing about business, Moos became energetic instantly, his legs stopped shaking, and his voice also rose.

Muss is preparing to sell this information to the victim, and the slit throat maniac... cough cough, no matter how much preparation is targeted by the hermit, it is useless. It is all right to die. It is better to make more money while he is still hot. Anyway, it is better to keep more money to benefit the living.

"Prepare a set of outdoor camping equipment for me, I plan to go out for a walk," said Ai Liang.

"No problem... I should be a rich man if I can afford to live in a deep mountain villa." Mus's little abacus crackled, and he was already calculating the price appropriately.

"I'm going out to relax, not killing people."

Ai Liang repeated his intentions.

"Come on, how long have we known each other? How much information did you receive provided by me?" Muss put on the look of who we were with, patted Ai Liang on the shoulder. "Isn't it just that when Neihua City is dirty again, I finally couldn't help but want to kill someone to warm up and remind those little boys. I haven't taken action for five years, so this time the target should be a big shot, right?"

I think you have a problem with my opinion.

Ai Liang stared at Mus coldly, but this misunderstanding was not a day or two, and he was too lazy to correct it.

"I can't really say who it is? Or is the person this time the person is very tricky and can't be leaked at all?"

"I said, I'm going out to relax, don't let me say it for the fourth time."

Muss looked like a ghost expression: "You can't really wash your hands and get married and have children, right? Is it because my wife wants a bank card? "

Hearing this, Ai Liang couldn't bear it and asked directly: "Who spread this?"

"Ahem, I heard from others..."

"Who is the other person?"

Faced with Ai Liang's questioning, Mus began to describe the man's appearance, such as two eyes, a mouth, and a bunch of nonsense. Ai Liang directly determined in his heart that the rumor was spread by him.

But now is not the time to care about such things.

"... Anyway, everyone on the road says that, after all, you haven't been active for five years. What kind of hermit is a ghost with resentment, and the revenge will disappear after the end; the Asian Union's secret department of the chaotic security dispatched by the city of Neva City is a scavenger; the X Cult who kills and sacrifices; in comparison, my version is still normal."

Moos took a sip of the cocktail and suppressed his shock.

"Forget it, let's not argue. There are some outdoor survival equipment here. If you ask me to prepare a set of equipment, there should be something else. Let's listen, I will definitely help."

"No."

"No?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, I won't be with you."

Ailiang directly picked Muss' purpose. In the past, he never chatted with people like this. He always paid the money and delivered the goods with one hand. He didn't want to say more. Even if it was a mess on the street, he would tell others for free, just like cutting his flesh. Today, there was obviously something wrong with the abnormal chat.

If it weren't for the fact that this old vampire had no greedy deposits, Ai Liang would have left as soon as he got his bank card.

"Okay, actually, there are a lot of people looking for you recently."

Seeing that Ai Liang was a little impatient, Moos stopped hiding his purpose.

"It should have nothing to do with you when I look for me." Ai Liang said.

Mus said with a bitter face: "It's still a little bit of a relationship. After all, I became the number one intelligence agent in Neihua because of your fame. If they can't find you, they will naturally look at me."

"You mean, is this my responsibility?"

"No, no, no, no, I haven't had time to thank you for lending me fame." Mus waved his hand and laughed. How dare he complain to Ai Liang.

"There are two people who insist that I bring you a message. I am just an intelligence dealer and have no combat power, so for the sake of my help to keep your deposit, just listen?"

I knew that this old vampire was not kind, so no wonder he had to take the initiative to help. It turned out that he was waiting here.

Ai Liang snorted coldly and did not answer, but he had no intention of leaving. Because of his many years of knowing each other, Ai Liang decided to help him.

Seeing this, Muss was overjoyed and rubbed his hands like a green-headed fly.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. There is a man who calls himself Xia Qiyuan's nephew. He said that his old friend wanted to talk to you. This guy comes to ask him almost every once in a while. Recently, he has to sit here and don't drink. I'm really annoyed. I don't dare to fight with this guy. Do you want to meet him when you have time?"

‘Just occupying a place and not drinking alcohol will affect your business, right?’

As soon as he said that, Ai Liang understood the whole story. With Xia Qinian's personality, he would definitely order a bunch of wine every time he came. Mus obviously couldn't bear to let go of this big fat sheep, and just like Green Tea treats honest people, he deliberately hangs them. Now that he doesn't order orders, he immediately wants to kick people away. If Xia Qinian had some connections, he might not have told him about this today.

These speculations just flashed by, and did not take much time in reality.

Ai Liang nodded and asked, "Who is the other person?"

Xia Qinian alone would not make him, the number one intelligence dealer, bow his head and beg for him. The point would be to another person, who must be someone that Moos could not refuse.

When talking about another person, the smile on Mus's face was a little reluctant. He didn't say anything but got up from his seat to signal Ai Liang to follow.

The two walked through the bar and came to a corridor to open a reception room for intelligence transactions.

"This customer is a small piece of gold bar. He only asked me to hand it over to you and told anyone except you to prohibit anyone from opening it."

Moos opened the secret compartment under the sofa and took out a portable mobile phone charging case and handed it to Ailiang.

"You can see this thing alone, I won't get involved." After saying that, Moos left.

Ai Liang opened the box, took out the phone inside and sat down on the sofa.

Not long after the phone was turned on, I received a call. It seemed that the other person was staring at the phone all the time.

"Hello?"

"Is it a hermit?" A very unceremonious male voice came from his cell phone.

"It's me, is there something wrong?"

Ai Liang still used the accent that could not be heard from men, women, old and young.

"Well... How many people died in the underground parking lot five years ago?"

The person seemed to have doubts about Ai Liang's identity, so he asked for undisclosed information that only the parties involved and the police knew.
To be continued...