I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Midnight.

'Hell' nightclub.

"So why do you have such a name..." Antoine opened his big bewildered eyes, "Wouldn't it be very unlucky?"

"I thought you could at least understand a little bit," Nan Ling complained.

"I'm sorry, please explain." Antoine shrugged.

Nan Ling pinched his brows, "Well, what should I say—"

"—This world is like walking on **** and staring at the flowers." DK said slowly.

Nan Ling raised his brows.

"Xiao Lin Yicha?"

DK nodded quietly.

Oh, although the Riddler is a little bit tricky, it's still a pretty apt explanation.

Nan Ling snapped his fingers, "That's it. Do you understand, Ann?"

Antoine: ? ? ?

Has Chat finally gone mad?

"I don't understand..." He said weakly.

"It's better if you don't understand." Nan Ling didn't plan to explain any further.

Although the original meaning of this haiku is definitely not the same, but it can be understood in this way.

Bounty hunters live a life of licking blood with the tip of a knife. Although the reward is rich, I don't know when I will not enjoy this blessing.

When you have fun, you can spend it all when you have money. Life is like cooking oil on fire, and flowers are blooming. Don't think about when you will fall into hell... They are a bunch of guys who never learned to be frugal.

Nan Ling turned to look at DK, "But when did you know so much about Japanese culture?" Even though he is a foreigner~www.wuxiaspot.com~ he still cherishes words like gold.

"Okay, then follow the plan and split up." Nan Ling patted Antoine on the shoulder, "An, you are waiting outside."

"It's like this again..." Antoine fell back directly on the seat back, "I have nothing to do with this kind of task."

"There's nothing you can do about it." Nan Ling opened the car door, "You're not good at secret operations."

"Yes, yes." Antoine did not refute, "I wish you good luck."

……

This is not the first time he has come here.

Nan Ling's entry was very smooth - the door here is always open for those who know where she is.

Mello has probably come in too. After all, he chose to split up to avoid attracting attention. Even DK couldn't find him after getting off the bus.

Nan Ling lowered the brim of his hat, his black clothes were extremely inconspicuous in the dimly lit ballroom.

When he sneaked into the bathroom and came out again——

——Already put on the costume of "Seven".

When I came here before, I didn't use Chat's identity.

Besides, even if the organization's identity is in this world, it is underground within the underground. Wouldn't it be asking for trouble if you come to such a place where too many people gather?

Nan Ling sat down beside the bar with ease, tapped the table with his fingertips, and the voice hidden under the mask was a little vague, "A cup of tequila sunrise."

"Okay sir." The bartender bowed slightly.

"Ah, I forgot to mention it," Nan Ling narrowed his eyes, "Remember not to add tequila."

"...Okay sir." The bartender remained the same, but bowed slightly more.

Nan Ling waited for a while.

Ah, it's kind of boring.

He looked bored at the men and women on the dance floor who were addicted to music and alcohol.

People stick to each other, the heavy metal music in the background is deafening, and the air is filled with a strange mix of alcohol, hormones and sweat.

The atmosphere here is very open, and there are many people who go to the back to open a room after jumping high.

After all, no one knows if they will be able to come back alive on their next mission.

"...Are you looking for me?" Someone sat next to Nan Ling at some point.

He wore a casual suit and had the kind of Japanese idol-style hair that covered his eyes. He wears an orange tie and a royal blue shirt, his jacket and trousers are gray, and there are diamonds on them.

Although it looks like an eye-catching color scheme, there are people who are more bizarre than him here.

"Yeah." Nan Ling tilted his head and brushed his downed hair to one side.

The man was startled when he saw his face.

"Seven? It's a rare visitor." He obviously just recognized Nan Ling.

"Long time no see, Silver Spoon."

"Actually, I haven't seen you for a long time." Silver Key said, "You will come here to find me... Do you want any information?"

Silver Spoon is one of the top intelligence dealers in this circle, and it is also a coincidence that Nan Ling met him.

At that time, the two thugs under his command had a fight near Nan Ling's villa, and Nan Ling happened to see him. After Yin Jian arrived, he asked him to treat these two people.

In short, Nan Ling had never seen him a few times, and basically introduced patients to him.

In other words, he works part-time as a black-hearted intermediary.

Black or not... Nan Ling actually doesn't care much about this.

Or, he was too lazy to care.

The point is laziness.

But because of his Buddhist attitude, his relationship with Silver Spoon became good.

"Why don't you guess for yourself?" Nan Ling couldn't see the expression on his face hidden behind the mask, and his voice was so faint that it was almost buried by the deafening background music.

"Ah." Silver Spoon touched his chin, "The information that would interest people like you who don't care about world affairs—it must be that one!"

"That... which one are you referring to?" Nan Ling raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, don't pretend to be stupid." Silver Key's voice finally became more serious, "You must know. Information about that black organization is what you came for, right?"

"That's right, I'm a little bit interested." Nan Ling said lightly.

"It doesn't sound like you're interested at all from your tone of voice." Silver Spoon complained, "But I can understand, after all, that amount... I don't know where the mysterious organization offended that adult~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ So?" Nan Ling raised his eyebrows and raised his tone slightly.

"To tell you the truth, I've had enough these days." Silver Spoon's words revealed deep exhaustion, "I was questioned by a group of people, and some people wanted to tie me up for interrogation or something..."

"It's really hard work."

Nan Ling can probably think of what the Silver Spoon has experienced in the past few days.

The situation of other intelligence houses should be similar. Those who are not strong enough should be more fortunate now.

Those bounty hunters are all hyenas chasing after money butts.

"But the reward should be information related to 'any' organization, right?" Nan Ling was a little curious about this, "Why are everyone chasing a piece of information now?"

Silver Spoon also knows that Qi basically doesn't mix in this circle very much, so it's no surprise that he asks such a common-sense question.

"Isn't that because that organization is really too mysterious?" Silver Key said helplessly, "Don't talk about ordinary people, even an intelligence dealer like me heard about this organization for the first time. Everyone suspected it at first. Whether or not this organization exists... come."

"But are you sure now?"

"That's not true." Silver Spoon said frankly, "but the current situation is that it is impossible not to admit it. There are armed conflicts every day, and more and more people die."

Nan Ling nodded.

Because a piece of information that doesn't know the truth or the source, and the source of it is so aggressive - I'm afraid the previous underground world has long been at a critical point.

Regardless of whether there is this incident or not, it will be a matter of time before the trouble arises.

They were just the unfortunate spark that lit the bomb.