Gu Yuechu, Yiliu, which lost a large amount of passenger flow due to the entry restrictions, was rarely crowded on the road. The city's hot air that lasted for nearly a year dissipated in people's perceptions with the refreshing wind after the rain.

Fu Yan was sitting under the outdoor parasol in a cafe on the street. His preferred bitter black coffee was placed on the table. The fragrance had already dissipated. After sitting for a long time, the cup of black coffee had been cooled down.

The young man is wearing a light brown sleeveless sweater today, with a light gray fold-sleeved shirt inside, dark leather shoes and dark trousers, with a dark tone and full of British style. He leans in a pure white mesh armchair, with elegant posture and noble aura, with long millet hair hanging casually on his chest, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a soft and warm sunshine shines on him. Time is leisurely and people are as beautiful as picturesque.

Fu Yan was reading a newspaper. But he was not reading the news content in the newspaper, but looking at the fluorescent fonts recorded in the newspaper through his specially made glasses and mirrors. At this time, a whole week has passed since the second capture operation began. The members of Ragnarok on Island 8, except for some of the armed personnel who left the last time, have left many staff members of the Ministry of Culture and Information collected for intelligence, so that Fu Yan can only come out to receive intelligence in person.

Although Fu Yan is now in Yiliu, he knows Huitang's capture operation clearly. The commander of the Ancient Ministry who reached a consensus with him deliberately accommodates the speed of his evacuation and controls the speed of the encirclement shrinking, and at least he will not deliberately seize his goods. Now, both sides' actions have come to an end. Fu Yan knows that within two days, everything will be settled.

Putting down the newspaper, Fu Yan rubbed his temples. The No. 8 Island, which he had been operating for five years, seemed to have no change from five years ago, and it seemed to have been changed beyond recognition by the gradually prosperous star culture. But I didn't expect that the parting would come so suddenly and unexpectedly. Perhaps, this is life, even the ninth level could not predict what would happen in the next moment, even the supreme elemental god.

A few days ago, he advised Hua Xiangrong to leave temporarily and go to Chi Qiu to avoid the limelight. It is not a wise decision to stay in Yi Liu now. Fu Yan always has a premonition that something big will happen here. But this little bastard will not listen to his uncle's words carefully. He just didn't plan to leave with his eyes, and he would rather hurt himself than let others drag him away. In the end, Fu Yan had to configure Xia Xianrong with a shield-shaped ancient demon soldier, so that he could take Hua Xiangrong away at any time.

The little commissioner of the Ancient Demon was shocked by the wealth and prosperity of Ragnarok at dusk. He had never seen the ancient demon soldiers before. He decided to protect Hua Xiangrong even if he looked at the demon soldiers, at least he could not insult the power of the demon soldiers!

When he returned to the office he was using, it was already dusk, and the sun was setting. Fu Yan brought his communication bracelet, put the documents on the desktop in the drawer and locked them. As usual, he asked the people to report the information to him on time. He then checked the time. It was already 6:00 and 3pm. He could go to the restaurant downstairs of the company for dinner. This building is the branch of "Gentleman Xiao" in Yiliu, which was originally used as a secret base for Ragnarok. Now everyone who should leave has evacuated safely, leaving only some ordinary people who are unaware of it and still regard it as a film and television company.

Today's restaurant is different from the past, with many girls with excitement gathered. Fu Yan couldn't help but feel a little confused when he entered the door. He frowned and thought about it, and then he remembered that a small event seemed to be held in the square in front of the company today, and several celebrities were invited to participate. I think these girls are fans who came to visit the set.

Because he didn't like to eat, Fu Yan went to the front desk to ask, hoping to get a private room. But the waiter told him that all five private rooms in the restaurant had been booked. Fu Yan had no choice but to leave the restaurant and look for other restaurants. But before he could reach the underground parking lot, he saw a boy with a huge piano box behind him waved to him and shouted: "Is there any idea, do you know where this restaurant is [Yeyou]?"

Yeyou, isn’t it the restaurant he just came out? Fu Yan, in his good gentlemanly style he has developed since childhood, answered the boy seriously: “You go out and turn left, turn left at the intersection and walk 100 meters to see it.”

"But I came from there just now? Why didn't I see it?" The boy had black-framed glasses on his face. After hearing Fu Yan's words, he naturally showed a look of surprise. He turned around and looked at the exit. He asked a little discouragedly: "Sorry, my sense of direction is really bad. Can you ask you to lead a way? I can invite you to have a meal. I booked a private room in that restaurant."

"Hmm? Have you booked a private room? You are so lucky. I didn't have a seat when I went there just now." Fu Yan chuckled.

"This was ordered by the company for me, otherwise I wouldn't have no idea where the restaurant is..."

Fu Yan closed the car door, put away the car keys, and asked casually: "Are you an artist?"

"Well, I'm a singer. My name is Xue Shanjing."

Fu Yan paused slightly, and then started to lead the way again. His smile remained unchanged, and his eyes slanted, and he began to look at the boy secretly. The boy had a light makeup on his face, fair skin, slightly red lips, and black hair that reached his ears was slanted on his face. Even with old-fashioned black-framed glasses, he could not cover the clear eyes behind the mirror. He was wearing a black and white striped T-shirt, with white suspenders hanging down to his knees on both sides of his clothes, black flame pattern sports shoes and dark trousers, a silver-white bracelet and pure black bracelet on his wrist, a shoulder strap of the piano box in his hand, and a dark blue handbag with star pattern on his left hand, which looked nothing unusual.

"So you are the very famous Xue Shanjing who was commended by the Empire?" Fu Yan deepened his smile. No, although there were no flaws in his appearance, he still had to be careful.

"It's okay, I didn't do anything at that time, but... Well, I didn't say this. At that time, I just fulfilled the obligations that the people of the empire should fulfill."

I want to say something, but I can't say it due to the obligation of confidentiality... If this is pretending, it is really a clever method. Fu Yan thought about it himself and came to a conclusion, he still needs to observe it carefully.

But the boy seemed to be just an ordinary person who didn't know the truth. After an hour of chatting, the big boy not only had any flaws, but even Fu Yan asked to see the piano box, the boy opened it very readily - there was indeed an acoustic guitar inside, and the boy also played and sang a few lines with it. The sound was crisp and he did have the skills of a singer.

Could it be that he is too suspicious? After dinner, the boy happily showed his official Yunlu account to him and the fans increased again. Fu Yan glanced at him casually and said, "I'll go out and make a call."

But before he could get out of the box, a person rushed in outside the box. When he saw the boy, he couldn't help complaining: "Brother, I can't find you everywhere. Is your phone turned off or why don't you reply to my message?"

The boy looked at the screen of his phone again: "Oh, I seem to be turning on flight mode."

"Stop talking about those things now. Do you know what Yiliu is in chaos now? The empire issued a evacuation order for residents to be evacuated, saying that all the civilians and magicians below level 5 are retreating outside the city. The local department has already started to clear the city! It is said that if you don't quit within three hours, you will be responsible for the consequences!" The person who came was Xue Shanjing's agent, and he said a lot of anxiety. He walked past the dining table and wanted to pull the boy away quickly.

“Have all the people in the restaurant gone?”

"That's right! You're still here!"

"...I understand." The boy put away the clear light in his eyes and returned to the quiet and quiet deep pool of the past. He walked to the aisle outside the private room. As expected, he saw fully armed base personnel surrounding both sides of the aisle, each with a magic submachine gun. The people in the front row were also equipped with magic shields and other armed forces. The walls of the aisle were also flashing with colorful element arrays, which blocked the route of Fu Yan's escape in various senses.

Fu Yan heard the footsteps and turned around to look at Chi Huan. The boy's deep eyes were like a giant looking at an ant without any emotion - because there was no need.

"Mr. Fu Yan, please. I think we can have a good talk before the evacuation order is over." Chi Huan made a polite "please" gesture to Fu Yan, hoping to escape Fu Yan, who was here quickly when he found that the phone had no signal and returned to the private room.

Fu Yan's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and the faint and cold feeling seemed to be staring at a snake's eye: "You really have the means, Anbu commander." Whether you can deceive him with your acting skills or find him in Yiliu, it proves that this person not only has strong cultivation, but also has wisdom!

"You have been too much. If you really talk about the upright game, I don't think I can see enough. I'm just a light with the strong ability of the Ancient Force to operate." Chi Huan said humbly, and seeing Fu Yan still being extremely alert to him, he promised: "I want to have a deal with you. So, please rest assured that no one will know the next conversation until I allow it."

"Ha, you are the commissioner of the Ancient Ministry. The commissioner has no human rights protection or freedom of speech." Fu Yan scoffed.

"This is your misunderstanding. Anbu is on Island No. 8, and you have already lost the life of the commissioner. So, I am not a commissioner, I am just a special person who was forced to deal with this matter." Chi Huan explained. "If it weren't for the emperor's order, I wouldn't bother to deal with these matters."

"..." Fu Yan gritted his teeth in the dark, his brain ran rapidly. After thinking for a while, he slowly entered the private room again. After all, he really didn't have that kind of strength and could escape from the crowd. Why not, let's see what this person wanted to say to him.
Chapter completed!