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For the next two days, Jian Ci focused all his attention on catching the traitor.

After all, this was what she had been doing since the first day she recovered from her illness in Yuncheng.

So on the appointed day, she resolutely got off work on time and drove there.

The location is a remote place on the outskirts of Kyoto.

Jian Ci made a big circle according to the navigation, and finally arrived at around nine o'clock.

She changed her clothes in the car, only wearing a simple pair of black t-shirt trousers, a mask and a hat, and then entered the arena with the tickets she had already prepared.

As soon as he entered the door, the deafening noise inside came to his face.

I saw two men fighting freely in the boxing ring, while the men in the audience shouted fiercely.

There are also women in extremely bold and cool clothes carrying various beers and shuttling through the crowd.

The whole scene ignites the passion of the audience as soon as they enter the door.

Jian Ci pressed down on the brim of her hat, and walked inside.

According to the seat number on the ticket, she is in the VIP box on the second floor.

In the dark and noisy environment, she went straight to the box on the second floor.

Compared with the randomness and roughness on the first floor, the box on the second floor has a good environment. The huge one-way glass can not only watch the game, but most importantly, it is very secretive.

The people below can't see what's going on inside at all.

After a while, someone brought up all kinds of beer and food.

Jian Ci sat quietly in the box and watched the game.

This kind of boxing match is signed for life and death, and it will not stop, it will only fight with all its strength, so it is extra exciting.

The ruthlessness of the punches to the flesh, as well as the muffled sound when the flesh and blood collided, made the people present very excited.

Only Jian Ci, who was sitting in the box, had indifferent eyebrows and eyes, without any disturbance.

After about two rounds of competition, there was a sudden knock on the door of the box.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

In the next second, a man flashed in from outside.

He stood at the door, staring at Jian Ci's silhouette very vigilantly, looking up and down.

It's a pity that the opponent was wrapped too tightly, and the lights in the underground boxing arena were dim, so it was impossible to see his face clearly.

Just when he didn't know how to open his mouth to test, he heard Jian Ci suddenly say in a low voice, "Where's the thing?"

The man didn't expect Jian Ci to be so straightforward, so he didn't hide it at all, "It's easy to talk about, did you bring the money?"

Jian Ci sat there calmly and said, "If you have something, you have money."

The man thought for a while, then took out a small wooden box from his backpack, and handed it over, "This is a reprinted version, you should have a look first."

Jian Ci opened the wooden box, and in the drowsy environment, he saw a cold metal machine lying in the wooden box.

"Won't you introduce me?" She asked in a cold tone.

The man stood there with a vigilant expression, "This is designed by jc himself. This version is more sensitive and smooth than the previous mechanism trigger, and the firing speed is 0.3 seconds faster than before. It is definitely not comparable to other mechanical designers."

After listening to his introduction, Jian Ci couldn't help chuckling, "Is that so good?"

The man who was questioned frowned, "jc has always been a benchmark in the industry, and her design drafts are even more difficult to find, and this one can be regarded as her final work. Except for me, there will be no one in the world. The second person has the manuscript."

"Oh?" Jian Ci casually played with the replica in his hand, "How do you know this is her final work?"

"This has nothing to do with you." Seeing her casual look, the man felt that she was not sincere, so he frowned and said, "If you think it's good, we'll talk. If you don't think it's okay, forget it."

After saying that, he put the things back into the box and was about to leave.

In the end, Jian Ci stretched out his hand and pressed it back on the table, "Who said it can't be done."

After hearing this, the man knew that the other party was interested, and immediately said: "You can't lose even one penny."

Seeing that he was desperate for money, Jian Ci patted the wooden box and said, "No problem, but you are wrong about one thing. Besides you have this manuscript, there is another person who has this manuscript."

"Impossible! I stole this manuscript..." The man stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, his expression became unnatural, and he said after a few seconds, "Anyway, there will be no second person to have it!"

Jian Ci: "I have."

The man froze for a moment, and then said displeased: "What nonsense are you talking about, how could you have the original manuscript?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Ci slowly raised his head and took off the mask.

Under the flickering neon lights, a delicate and familiar face loomed in front of the man.

"Zhou Zihong, long time no see."

With these words, the man in front of him couldn't help but widen his eyes, and his face turned pale.

"You... are you...?!"

He stepped back subconsciously, looking at the person in front of him in disbelief.

Jian Ci still sat there calmly, her red lips curled into a warm smile, "After two years, I finally found you."

Zhou Zihong was so frightened by these words that he almost knelt down.

But reason told him that if he didn't run now, he would never be able to run away in this life.

So he mustered up his courage, turned around and ran towards the door of the box.

But just as he ran to the door and held the doorknob with his hand, he heard a "swoosh", a fruit knife pierced through the air, barely brushed past his ear, and finally nailed it firmly to the door.

Zhou Zihong, who was stiff all over, looked in disbelief at the fruit knife whose handle was still trembling violently. Now his legs were completely limp, and he slumped on the ground.

"We just chatted a few words, why are we leaving?" Jian Ci stood up from the sofa and walked towards him step by step.

Zhou Zihong looked at the figure coming from the backlight and completely enveloped him, and the suppression under the absolute aura made him a little breathless, "You...what do you want...I...you...you can't kill me... ..."

Jian Ci squatted in front of him, raised her eyebrows slightly, "Why should I kill you?"

Although stealing manuscripts is very bad, it doesn't seem to be going to the point of killing people.

Is he so cruel in the hearts of this group of people?

But what I said made the other party collapse even more, "That matter has nothing to do with me... Really... I just stole your picture, and when those people asked me, I was just telling the truth..."

When Jian Ci heard the back, his expression gradually turned down.

Who are those people?

In this incident of stealing pictures, does Zhou Zihong still have helpers?

"At that time, I was just asking for self-protection, please let me go...Really, I kowtow to you, please forgive me...I really didn't want to hurt you and Xiaobai..."

Listening to Zhou Zihong's various begging for mercy, until the moment Jian Ci said the last two words, Jian Ci felt an inexplicable throbbing pain in his head.

noob……

Who is Xiaobai?

Soon, some inexplicable sporadic images flashed through my mind one after another.

Just when she was about to think deeply, her head began to throb and her breathing became short of breath.

Zhou Zihong, who was sitting there paralyzed, sensed something was wrong with her at this moment, his heart skipped a beat, and he rushed out the door with all his might!