Food Hunter

Saling came over and Bruna sat on her shoulders.

She has always been afraid of his sister, Sabo dare to talk back, acting like a promise.

After making Sabo low-key with practical actions, Saling suddenly looked at Buhara, who was slightly stiff, and carefully put the snacks that were about to be delivered to the table.

Saling did not speak, but moved her eyes towards the bookshelf.

Buhara couldn't help but look at the bookshelf area, where various books were scattered in a mess, which was a familiar scene.

Immediately, he gave a wry smile, without needing to say clearly from Saling, and honestly walked to the bookshelf, preparing to put the scattered books into categories.

Saling's elder sister's piety made Wo Jin, Nobunaga, and Men Qi subconsciously constrained a lot.

Bi Si Ji continued, if no one was reading the magazine of Beautiful Boys, before Luo came back, he could only use this kind of thing to kill time.

"Maki."

Bruna's tentacles kicked slightly, moved away from Saling's shoulder, and floated towards March.

The **** eyes showed the joy of reunion.

"Bruna."

Marge stretched out her hands and hugged Bruna lightly, and then let Bruna stand on her shoulders.

"Long time no see, are you okay?"

Bruna greeted her in a soft, soft voice.

"Well, your lingua franca is getting more and more standard." March stroked Bruna's smooth and cool body and smiled slightly.

"Not only the lingua franca, but I currently master 120 languages." Bruna said softly.

Upon hearing Bruna's words, the expressions of Macki, Wojin, Nobunaga, and Menki were as follows.

(⊙o⊙)...

What is this?

Wojin and Nobunaga thought in silence while shocked.

Men Qi made a judgment for the first time: this is not an ingredient.

After a brief silence, Nobunaga curiously asked, "Maki, who is she?"

"Luo's friend, named Bruna, is a resident of Rock Island Crab. Her hometown is in the Dark Continent." Markey replied.

"Dark Continent, is that the place Luo mentioned before?" Wo Jin asked.

"Ok."

March nodded.

The dark continent...

Men Qi looked at Bruna with a cute face and fell into thought.

As a food hunter, she knows some information about the Dark Continent.

After all, for food hunters, unknown seas and unknown continents represent countless unknown ingredients.

However, the Dark Continent is a taboo.

Men Qi couldn't think that she would see the aboriginals of the Dark Continent with her own eyes here.

From the point of view of words and deeds, it is very similar to the monsters with high wisdom.

............

Association Building, Office of the Vice President.

Parisstone has been very busy recently, but the move to collect information has not stopped.

One thing is clear, the killer was not sent by him or Biyang De.

However, right now is the time when different factions in the association are fighting, and conservative and steady people will inevitably attach [the black pot] to the hawks.

But no matter where the button is, it is the result of Pariston's opinion.

Because he will not be inclined to any kind of result.

Compared to the direction of the Association's steady and hawks, Parisstone is more concerned about Luo's movements.

He has been paying attention to all the processes.

Including the three A-level wanted criminals who just entered the Association Building.

"I haven't forgotten how Potter White lost his arm."

Parisstone whispered to himself, then slowly raised his head to look at the ceiling, and sighed suddenly.

"The president is going to be cured, is this what you want to see? So, what was your original intention to see Luo in the future?"

The "you" here refers to Biyang De, and it is certain that the president is healed, it is an unreserved trust in Luo.

"Since the people on the other side can't wait to send a killer, that explains why they can't wait."

"If the plan fails, the pressure will fall on you."

"The worst result is failure of negotiation."

"What if someone over there can find a'substitute'?"

Parisstone was talking to himself, as if speaking to the air, and as if speaking to himself.

..........

There are many tall buildings in the city.

The towering figure is bathed in dazzling light, and shadows are bound to be reflected.

No matter how prosperous a place is, there will be narrow alleys shrouded in shadow.

Wow.

In the quiet and gloomy alley, there was a light sound of chain friction, and after a while, the sound of calm footsteps gradually became apparent.

A handsome blond boy walked out from the corner of the alley and headed into the depths.

During the walk, the pendant under the boy's earlobe shone with a little luster.

This boy is Kurapika.

"Squeak."

At this time, a few fat rats lined up and ran past Kurapika's feet, bypassing the messy boxes with mildew stains, and heading straight to the two trash cans in the corner.

On a box not far away, sat a shirtless bald man, smoking a cigarette in his mouth,

A few red boxes with empty wine bottles were stacked next to the man, which were built four or five stories high.

The man looked at Kurapika who came by, his eyes extremely focused.

Facing the man's sight, Kurapika raised his hand and showed the man a small black and white card sandwiched between his fingers.

After seeing the little card, the man silently looked away.

Kurapika passed through where the man was and walked towards the deeper shadows.

Soon, he came to a wooden door with an old-fashioned street lamp hanging on the side, illuminating the ground in front of the door, but it was clean and unobstructed.

Kurapika raised his hand to knock on the door, but the wooden door made a soft sound and opened automatically, revealing a step down.

Kurapika did not respond to this, and directly retracted his hand and walked in.

Stepping down the stairs, to the negative first floor, is a duplex bar with slightly dim lighting.

In the bar stood a middle-aged man wearing a bartender's clothes, and the bar business was quite deserted at this time, with only two guests, a man and a woman.

The man has a conspicuous exploding head, and the woman looks very young, stylishly dressed and wearing a peaked cap.

These two are the killers of the Black Rock family-Blackhead and Candy.

After Kurapika came in, he glanced at the layout of the bar for the first time, remembering the scene environment and characters in his head.

This is a habit he has gradually developed. Whenever he comes to an unfamiliar environment, he has to collect information for the first time.

Those two guests are capable people.

Kurapika didn't pay too much attention to the two guests, but directly focused on the bartender.

"I start to wonder if it's the off season now."

The bartender looked at Kurapika with a smile that was neither salty nor weak.

Kurapika walked straight over and pressed the card that he had shown to the bald man on the table.

The bartender put down the wine glass he was wiping, took the card to the bar, took a look, smiled and said, "Please wait a moment, what do you want to drink before then?"

"No thanks."

Kurapika sat directly on the chair in front of the bar.

After hearing the words, the bartender stopped talking, and threw the card into a secret grid.

Kurapika's ears moved slightly, and he heard the slight sound of the card sliding towards the pipe.

At this moment, a woman with several scars on her face came out of a small door, holding a tray in her hand, and walked straight towards the first group of guests in the bar.

When I came to the table, I put down the folded paper on the tray along with the cocktail, then turned and left, leaving a burst of aroma.

The blackhead took the cocktail and drank it, then put the paper in his pocket, and followed the candy to walk towards the coming staircase.

"Welcome to visit again~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The bartender politely bid farewell to the two guests.

After a while, the bartender apologized to Kurapika: "You could not complete your commission. In view of the consumption of manpower and material resources, we still need to charge a 5% share of your commission."

A look of disappointment flashed in Kurapika's eyes, and he nodded, took out enough nuns from his pocket, and then walked towards the door.

He is currently looking for information about the whereabouts of the red eye.

In fact, he didn't have much expectation when he came this time. Compared with the other two things, this incident was taken along the way.

The bartender accepted the Niuni without any psychological pressure, looked at Kurapika's back and said: "If there is definite news, if you still have the will, you will be exempted from the 5% of the amount.

"Great."

Kurapika did not stop.