Chapter 1202: Chapter 1200: The Bamboo Joint Worms of Night Holy City (Part 8)
âAre you really interested in going to Mo Xiâs place to rest?â
Moments later, on the bustling, neon-lit street, Yuan Shan looked at Fu Qian with a strange expression.
âWhy not? I can tell that Miss Mo Xiâs invitation is sincere.â
The latter responded as if it were obvious.
âAnd her bartending skills are quite impressive too!â
Just like last time, the two went to Yuan Shanâs friend Mo Xiâs bar, had a drink, and received an identical list.
Fu Qian naturally didnât need this list, but considering that he was currently under Yuan Shanâs âhelp,â it was still necessary to maintain the appearance of legitimacy.
âSheâs just an ordinary person, even raising two kids on her own.â
Facing his reply, Yuan Shan hesitated for a few seconds before finally sighing and saying.
âThe way you talk, itâs easy to cause misunderstandings.â
Fu Qian blinked and smiled mysteriously.
âSo you misunderstood?â
Yuan Shan didnât seem worried at all about this.
âOf course not.â
Fu Qian looked appreciative.
Yuan Shanâs remark could easily be misunderstood as her disliking Mo Xi personally and not wanting her to get too close to herself.
But if one really thought that way, it would be seriously underestimating Chief Night Watchman.
It might appear like a plastic sister behavior of disclosing her good friendâs flaws, but the focal point was actually to remind himself that sheâs a person striving in life, and you, being a dangerous element, should not get involved with her.
Your reckless antics are fine, but the slightest impact could instantly vaporize the hard-earned life sheâs maintaining.
Therefore, the actual meaning of that sentence was to hope he wouldnât get too close to Mo Xi.
Just a difference in order changes the entire intent.
Even though she looked disdainful throughout the conversation, she still cares for her friends.
Knowing that thereâs a possibility of being misunderstood, she still took the risk of warning him.
âYou can tell you really have no bias against her, so why would you reject her hat?â
This time over drinks, Mo Xi once again shared her regretâthat her friend wouldnât accept her handmade gift.
âIt doesnât match my clothes!â
The question was met with a resolute response from Chief Yuan.
Such an unexpected yet convincing answer.
Fu Qian inwardly praised, considering Chief Yuanâs usual demeanor, he had no thoughts of questioning it at all.
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âSo we start looking from the biggest casino directly? I believe that itâs impossible for all these gamblers to not be there.â
After answering, Yuan Shan obviously felt that the conversation had strayed too far and promptly proposed a plan for their next move.
Itâs a logical deduction, but theoretically, Ah Lan should have gone to the club by now.
Fu Qian thought to himself.
Finding Ah Lan directly, then drawing Ross out through Shaman seems like an efficient transition from the eliminated to the regular forces, and the logic isnât too forced.
After all, when people are well-fed and warm, they crave pleasure; seeking fortune-hunting gamblers at a strip club makes sense.
The only problem, at the moment, is that he hadnât yet delivered Mogrimâs gratitude gift to Midas, and having a lady help pay for the expenses at a strip club was a bit too indelicate, soâŠ
âAgreed.â
Fu Qian nodded.
From the church to the casino, the two embarked once again on the redemption path trodden by many gamblers.
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âMogrim?â
Moments later, in a magnificent corner of the casino, Yuan Shan sat down with a smile.
Without a doubt, under Fu Qianâs subtle deflection, she had once again become the main force in action.
And the person Yuan Shan was greeting, naturally, was the triumphant Mogrim.
âYes.â
The latter didnât disappoint either. Catching a glimpse of the visitorâs appearance from the corner of his eye, he immediately perked up and looked over.
âHow should I address this lady?â
âMay I ask a question, if thatâs okay?â
Hmm?
To Chief Yuan, such scrutiny was naturally impolite.
However, just as the dedicated Chief Yuan was about to patiently introduce herself, Fu Qian unexpectedly stepped forward two paces and smiled as he asked.
âYou really are luckyâŠâ
And such blunt initiation of the Second Phase and impolite behavior clearly displeased Mogrim, who immediately sneered and gave Fu Qian a disdainful look, his demeanor even worse than before.
âIâm in a good mood right now, so I wonât answer any quesââ
Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, a flash of silver in his field of vision made him reconsider his stance.
âSorry⊠may I invite the two of you to step aside for a drink?â
Looking again in disbelief to make sure he wasnât seeing things, after several seconds Mogrim composed himself and sat upright.
âMr. Mogrim is too kind!â
Although she found Fu Qianâs overly aggressive behavior somewhat strange, Yuan Shan was quite satisfied with how swiftly the situation was resolved and immediately replied with graceful courtesy.
However, even with a beaming smile, Mogrim, who had just asked for her name, now had a neck stiff as if poured with concrete and dared not look any longer.
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âAre you here to ask about Midas?â
Having taken a seat cautiously to the side, Mogrim once again initiated the conversation, actively displaying a sincere willingness to cooperate.
âCorrect, how did you know?â
Yuan Shan waited a few seconds, realizing that Fu Qian, who had just brandished his weapon, had gone silent again and immediately took the role of the interrogator to ask.
âBecause almost everyone who has been looking for me recently is because of this!â
Nonetheless, even with this said, the sight of Fu Qianâs gun barrel swaying in his hand did not put Mogrim at ease; instead, he quickly began sharing information.
That included the fortunate last visitor, Ah Lan.
âAh LanâŠâ
The mention of this name caused Yuan Shan to repeat it thoughtfully.
For her, this piece of information that perfectly matched what Mo Xi had provided was quite credible.
The next moment she glanced at Fu Qian, wondering if he deliberately targeted a visit to a certain strip club.
âI just want to confirm, is this Ah Lan you mentioned around thirty, blonde, and likes to eat while playing?â
Fu Qian, however, ignored her and suddenly turned to ask Mogrim.
This is all wrong, isnât itâŠ
Yuan Shan frowned inwardly. This was clearly not matching the information provided by Mo Xi.
Is he intentionally giving wrong information to see if this guy is honest?
That was her immediate understanding.
âNo, not that⊠Ah Lan is a bit older, with messy brown hair and a somewhat pale and sickly face.â
It seemed that Mogrim thought the same, as he wiped his sweat without leaving traces and carefully explained.
âI see.â
Fu Qian made a sound of acknowledgement and continued to be lost in thought while looking at his gun.
ââŠThe person you mentioned sounds like a scoundrel named Ross who often hangs around here.â
Observing the situation, Mogrim reflected on his previous response and tried his best to provide more information.
âRoss, huhâŠâ
The other party nodded slightly and said nothing further, the gun barrel still swaying in his hand.
ââŠI remember now, if you are looking for Midas, I actually have a small favor to ask of you.â
Mogrim seemed to recall something, slapped his forehead, and pushed half of the chips beside him forward.
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