The beauty is in my arms, the young marshal's eyes are red at night

"You are responsible for tying her up."

"I'm only responsible for tying her up!"

The man dismissed it and said, "I went to the racecourse owner to do something in the name of the Second Young Marshal. If I hadn't wiped my butt in time, the whole Nancheng would have known about the Second Young Marshal!

I don’t like to hear other people blame it on me for their incompetence in doing things! "

"That's another thing!" Staff Officer Gao slammed the table, furious.

He was not involved in that incident and didn't know why. He just asked Xia Zhong about it afterwards.

The man in front of him was just a dead soldier, but he actually challenged him with his sharp tongue.

Who do you think you are?

While Staff Officer Gao was speechless, he felt very unhappy.

He glanced at the man in front of him and said, "You and I are both Second Young Marshal, and we should fulfill our duties. If you are asked to guard Song Huiyi, you should fulfill your duties loyally and not leave on your own initiative!"

The man stared deeply at him.

He was wearing a mask, with only his eyes exposed.

When people see him, they don't pay attention to his whole body at the first moment, but pay attention to his cold and sharp eyes.

After a long time, the man looked away.

"Song Huiyi has been at the Song Mansion during this period and has never left the house." The man said, "The Song Mansion is tightly guarded, how can I get in?"

"Xia Zhong said, you have a way." Staff Officer Gao said.

When he said this, there was a searching look in his eyes, "I'm also a little surprised. How could you, a nameless dead soldier, find a way to kidnap Song Huiyi out?"

This was also what puzzled him.

Staff Officer Gao asked Xia Zhong, but Xia Zhong avoided answering.

For those of them who are doing things, not every plan is clear to everyone, but they divide the work among themselves.

Officer Gao didn't know the man's identity, and the man didn't know what Officer Gao had done.

They will only meet when necessary.

This is good, each can ensure their own safety and will not be too involved. You won't arrest one person and connect everything together.

Over the years, Staff Officer Gao and the man in front of him have only met four times.

The man sneered disdainfully.

Staff Officer Gao didn't know, how could he not know?

With his identity, people from the Qing Gang will definitely meet him.

He was cautious and would not enter Song Mansion alone, so it would depend on his ability to invite Song Huiyi out.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't, just like I never care what you are doing."

He stood up and left a faint message, "Tell the Second Marshal that I will complete this matter within seven days."

Staff Officer Gao clenched his fist and almost overturned the tea cup on the table.

Who is this man?

He was obviously an unknown dead soldier, and the shadow that followed Shen Ruye to handle things for him, how dared to speak to him in such a disrespectful manner!

Reason allowed him to hold back.

This is a critical period, and if you make a mistake, it will be all over.

We should focus on the overall situation and not delay important events because of our own happiness and anger.

After the man left the teahouse, he went directly to a clothing store.

He picked up a set of clothes, dropped the money and entered the fitting room.

When he came out again, there was a different person.

He was not wearing a mask and was dressed simply and plainly. There were many people in the clothing store picking out clothes, but no one noticed him.

***

The metropolis at night is as lively as ever.

Standing outside the door, you can see the lights in the ballroom changing unpredictably.

Sometimes the lights are beautiful and dazzling, sometimes they are dim and disappear, making people intoxicated without any burden, and placed in a dreamy world of drunkenness and gold.

Many people walked inside.

The manager of the Metropolis mingled with celebrities and powerful people at the door, greeting distinguished guests.

If he has an average status, he will let the waiters and maids around him lead the way. Those with high status will be led into the venue by him personally.

The man's ordinary attire did not attract his attention.

Manager Sun knows all the prominent people in Nancheng.

The man followed the crowd and approached him. When no one was paying attention, he secretly stuffed a note into his hand.

The crowd was so crowded that no one noticed his movements.

Manager Sun was stunned.

He had been working in the metropolis for many years and was able to handle things with ease. In a dazed moment, he immediately restrained all his emotions and clenched the note in his hand.

He responded with ease, without even turning his head or looking for the person who sent the note.

Manager Sun continued to talk to the person in front of him.

It seemed like the pause just now was just to take a breather after talking for a long time.

Soon, he stuffed the note into his pants pocket by leading the guest in front of him.

No one noticed anything strange about him.

After sending the guests into the box, Manager Sun turned around and entered a room.

Manager Sun works strictly, is good at making detours, and doesn't gossip behind his back. Zhong Yue has helped Zhou Shi manage Nancheng's business all these years, and he has noticed it all.

Since Zhou Shi stayed in Nancheng, Metropolis has been his usual place.

In the past, Manager Sun was only responsible for managing the affairs of the metropolis, and it is still the same now. However, when Zhou Shi was in Nancheng, the things he had to do quietly changed.

More than a month ago, Zhong Yue told him that if a man named Cheng Rang came to his door, he would be brought to Master Jiu.

Manager Sun always remembered this.

He opened the note——

Arrange a place to talk and leave a message in the third stall of the toilet and I will pick it up.

After reading it, Manager Sun put the paper back into his pocket.

Zhou Shi happened to be in the metropolis today, so he went to the box to find Zhou Shi.

Manager Sun knocked on the door.

After receiving a response, he pushed the door open and entered.

Zhou Shi had his back turned to him, his hand supporting one cheek, as if he was asleep.

"Master Jiu, Brother Yue."

"What's the matter?"

Manager Sun quickly took out the note from his pocket and handed it to Zhong Yue.

He said respectfully: "Brother Yue told me before that someone would contact me to find Master Jiu. Just now at the door of the ballroom, someone thrust this note into my hand while I was not paying attention. I think it must be that person."

Zhong Yue handed it over to Zhou Shi.

Only then did Zhou Shi move his body, opened his half-closed eyes, and took the note from his hand.

He glanced casually.

"He's very cautious." Zhou Shi stood up.

He stood in front of the glass, looking down at the crowd on the first floor, scanning them casually, "It's exactly what Hui Yi said. If he is careful, just leave him a message and ask him to come here to find me."

"Yes."

Manager Sun went to handle this matter.

An hour later, there was a knock on the door outside.

A man came in from the door. Zhong Yue took the first step to check the man's weapons. The man easily knocked off his wrist and took a step back.

Taking a step back, the bodyguard outside the door pointed a gun at him.

The man was not intimidated by this, and asked calmly: "Is this how Master Jiu treats guests?"

"You came to the door, not because I invited you. You are not my guest." Zhou Shi turned around and looked at the man, his eyes indifferent.

He signaled with his eyes that the bodyguard put down the gun in his hand.

The box door is closed.

"It took me an hour to come. You must be careful."

Zhou Shi glanced at his watch and gently raised his chin to signal him to sit down, "Mr. Cheng was a famous figure in Nancheng more than 20 years ago. I thought he was alone, but I didn't expect that a woman would give him a son."

Cheng Rang twitched the corner of his mouth disdainfully.

Zhou Shi glanced at him up and down: "Is it true?"