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These frivolous words and the face covered with thick makeup immediately reminded Du Wei who this girl was.

Terri, a prostitute who is controlled by the forces of the Bear Kingdom.

This is the beginning of the idea of ​​​​evoking justice to protect the weak.

Speaking of which, Terry's final ending will be the same as Augustine's, being abandoned after becoming pregnant.

Or after being played with and worthless, they are sold directly to homeless people who cannot marry wives at the price of slaves.

And the source of all these tragedies are the scum who control women.

Speaking of which, one of the seats at the high table comes from Bear Country.

So it is self-evident who stands behind this huge profit network.

Du Wei retracted his gaze from following the vehicle, opened the door and looked at the corner of the Qiao Restaurant.

There was a black man with a shaved head and a black shirt, who was reading a book meticulously.

Du Wei's scrutinizing gaze immediately caused him to raise his head.

His eyes suddenly burst out with a sharp look like a falcon, which even gave people a feeling of pain in the eyes.

If an average person looked at him, he would not be able to hold on for more than three seconds before looking elsewhere.

But Du Wei smiled at him as if he didn't notice anything, then walked straight to his table, pulled out his chair and asked:

"Is there no one here? Do you mind if I sit here?"

The black man said to Duwei expressionlessly:

"There is no one, please sit down."

Duwei sat down, pushed the metal tableware aside, and then looked at the black man in front of him, that is, McKell.

He pointed to the girl who had long disappeared outside the window and said:

"You know her, Terry?"

McCael noticed something strange, he frowned slightly and asked:

"who are you?"

Du Wei smiled slightly:

"I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Du Wei. I am an intern at Princeton University Hospital. I basically do anything."

Having said this, Du Wei deliberately looked left and right, then lowered his voice and said:

"But behind the scenes, I am an undercover agent placed at the high table by the 'Salvation' alliance.

You’ve heard of high-top tables, right?”

After hearing Du Wei's words, McKell subconsciously glanced at the electronic watch on his wrist, and then at the neatly placed table knives next to him.

Finally, he looked again at the young man in front of him who seemed to be sick.

He thought for a while before speaking:

"If you are mentally ill, I suggest you see a psychiatrist instead of harassing me here."

Unexpectedly, Du Wei was not angry. Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled:

"Mr. McKell, I do have a brain disease, but it's not mental illness, it's brain cancer."

McCael's pupils shrank, his breathing became slightly faster, and the hand holding the book suddenly tightened. He was already ready to take action!

How did this strange guy in front of me know his name?

This guy investigated him!

Could it be that someone has discovered that he faked his own death?!

In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through McKell's mind.

They have even thought about how to take advantage of the power outage to kill without leaving any trace in the darkness of the store.

But Duwei's next words made McKell give up the perfect murder he had just planned.

"Hey, don't rush to do it, I know I won't survive for a second in your hands.

But we are really not enemies. I'm sorry, but if I want to find you, I have to investigate you first.

My team has the most powerful AI system in the world. As long as you appear under the camera, you can't escape our eyes.

So if we want to kill you, there is no need to choose the most dangerous interview method, are you right?"

McKell did not answer, he just closed the old man in his hand with the sea and said calmly:

"If you've looked into me, you know I've quit."

Duwei looked at McKell with a half-smile:

"Really? What if the girl named Terry disappears?"

Hearing this, McKell's eyes became sharp again:

"If you dare to touch her..."

Duwei interrupted before McCael could finish his threat:

"No, no, of course it won't be me, I'm a good person.

It's just that for underage women like Terry under their control, death is probably the easiest way to escape.

So back to the question, have you heard of the High Table? That ubiquitous black hand?"

McKell was silent.

He naturally knew about the existence of the Gaotai Table, and he also knew that the power of the Gaotai Table was complex and had deep connections with the upper echelons of the Beautiful Country.

There are even many members of parliament who are from them.

Not to mention the agent systems in various places.

The inside has long been corroded to a state of disrepair, and a truly righteous agent would probably only be able to fight with them.

This disappointing and corrupt environment was one of the reasons why he decided to retire.

But he didn't understand what the young man in front of him meant when he mentioned the high table, so he could only respond silently.

Seeing McCael's silence, Duwei continued:

"If you don't want any more young girls like Terry to go astray.

I welcome you to join us. We need people with a sense of justice like you to join us.

To deal with an existence like Gaotai Table, relying on the law is far from enough.

The law is just a friendly reminder to them.

So, what I want to do is... fight violence with violence!"

After listening to Duwei's words, the first thought in McKell's mind was, 'This guy is crazy!'

He felt that the person in front of him was not just saying that he had brain cancer.

Want to go head-to-head with a high-end table? I don’t have the guts to do it if I don’t have many brain tumors.

Anyone who knows anything about the High Table knows how powerful it is.

For a moment, McKell didn't know whether to say whether the guy in front of him who claimed to be Duwei was ignorant and fearless or stupid.

Or maybe he has no worries in this world at all, so he can give it a try?

Facing such a topic, McKell could only continue to choose silence.

He is tired of the bloody chaos of the past, and now he just wants a peaceful life...that's all.

Seeing that McCael was still silent, Duwei did not look discouraged at all. He knew that McCael would join them sooner or later.

It's just a matter of time.

Du Wei put Finch's business card on the table and pushed it over with his hand:

"This is our business card. If you need help, please call the number above and give me my name.

You will get unexpected help."

After saying that, Du Wei said nothing more and turned around to leave.

After Duwei left, McKell raised the business card on the table, held it in front of his eyes and thought for a few seconds, then threw it into the trash can.

He has long since outlived that kind of life.

But Du Wei's visit still sounded the alarm, and his position had been exposed.

After staying here for one more day and saying goodbye to Terry, he would leave the city and hide in the city anonymously again.

After packing his things and preparing to leave, McKell suddenly picked up the business card from the trash can and sandwiched it between the pages of the book.

It is also good to be prepared.

Du Wei, who was standing in the dark at the corner of the street observing the situation in the restaurant, smiled when he saw this scene.

Some people's innermost things will never change.

Then Duwei dialed Finch’s phone number:

"I have foreseen some interesting scenes again, are you interested in hearing about them?"