Soul Chuan Ke Xue: I call gin and wine my wife

To find their boss hidden behind the scenes among so many guests attending the celebration is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But Lancer's goal today is just to intercept the token he sent from his messenger.

And there is an assassination attempt against him.

Although the situation is still unclear, Lancer learned through the informants distributed by Gin that Rum will also appear here tonight.

And whether those who chased Lancer were sent by Rum is unknown.

He first observed the crowd for a while, and then planned to exchange points from the system for the ability to use a magnifying glass.

The Kir wine I found last time was based on this function, and Lancer thought it was quite useful.

[System: Host, I have to remind you that points must be used with caution. In the previous lottery, you almost lost all your wealth. 】

Lancer stretched out his hand to stop a waiter carrying a tray, picked up a glass of wine from it, first put it under the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and then took a sip.

He was a little surprised. The organizer of this celebration was quite willing to spend money on good wine!

"When I was addicted to smoking, I didn't see you stopping me. Why did I start saying such disgusting words now?"

The system fell into a brief silence, obviously not wanting to take the blame at any time.

While Lancer was drinking and observing the suspicious guests at the celebration, a figure suddenly bumped into him and spilled red wine on his formal dress.

Lancer frowned slightly and looked down at the stains stained by red wine on his clothes.

There was a hint of boredom in his eyes.

The other party apologized to him repeatedly. He seemed to be a well-educated rich second-generation son, and he very gentlemanly offered to take Lancer to the guest room at the back of the venue to change into suitable clothes.

Lancer looked at him with embarrassment that made his ears red. He originally wanted to let it go, but the other party kept inviting him warmly. Lancer couldn't refuse, so he had to temporarily take off his formal jacket and put it on his wrist. Agree to go with him to the guest room at the back of the venue.

Putting the red wine glass on the table, Lancer followed the man and left through a narrow door next to the venue.

As he walked, he listened to the young man bragging about his family's business, and his words were all about wanting to be on good terms with Lancer.

It's a pity that Lancer lacks interest and can't get up his energy.

I originally thought that there were enough people in the front venue, but I didn't expect that there were also many chatting guests standing in the lounge corridor behind.

There are also several people who look like bodyguards, guarding the door of who knows who.

Lancer couldn't help but take a few more glances.

At this time, the second-generation rich man told him: "Today's celebration includes a congressman who is running for election, a retired political official, and the presidents of several financial groups... It can be said that there is a gathering of big shots. !”

"Here~" When the rich second generation opened the door of a certain lounge, Lancer looked at him with a meaningful look, "So, young master, what kind of powerful character are you?"

Lancer has a handsome appearance and a pair of smiling eyes that are always tempting others intentionally or unintentionally. Even men will find this young man in front of him exuding charm.

When he asked this question, the rich second generation scratched his head in embarrassment and stammered: "I am nothing... My father is the only one who is richer in my family, but compared with several big financial groups, Not available."

"It doesn't matter, the young man has a promising future, come on!" Lancer glanced at him and then entered the lounge.

The rich second generation felt that his heart was pounding like that of a deer, so he followed the footsteps and walked into the lounge.

As a result, as soon as he entered, he closed the door with his backhand, and the next moment he was stunned with an electric shock baton.

Lancer watched the rich second generation sliding down to the ground like a stuffed toy, and immediately turned his head to look at the man who came in from the window.

"Is the invitation card that I finally prepared just for you to climb over the wall from the window?"

Gin wore a serious white shirt and suit vest like a serious person, but he was holding an illegal stun gun in his hand, like a perverted gangster who broke into the celebration without permission.

"What? I don't have a bright future with me like this?" Gin bent down and said in his ear: "Why are you so partial? Aren't you going to cheer for me?"

Lancer: "...Did you hear it when you were in the room just now?"

He wiped his sweat with embarrassment, "I just wanted to tease him. This fool seems quite honest... By the way, where have you been? Why are you here so late?"

Gin put away the stun gun and said calmly: "It's nothing, I just went to deal with some things temporarily. By the way, when I came here, I saw that there seemed to be people from the police here."

"Maybe it's because the identity of the guests attending today's occasion is very important." Lancer told Gin everything he knew. "I heard that a congressman also came to the celebration, and another one retired. Political officials and the presidents of the foundation are also here... By the way, do you want to say hello to the president of the Kasuga Foundation?"

Speaking of the four brothers and sisters of the Kasuga family, it is not very sad.

Gin said: "Don't worry, after today's business is finished, there will be plenty of opportunities to contact them."

Lancer nodded, "By the way, do you have a plan in mind to find the boss today?"

At this time, Gin took out his mobile phone from his arms, turned on the screen, and showed it to him.

"That gentleman has his own mobile phone system for contacting his subordinates. This is the message intercepted by Bomore."

It says that the boss asked his trusted subordinate to bring his token to meet a mysterious figure, hoping to get his support and help, because the boss himself had felt that there was a serious problem in the organization. There are only a handful of people he can trust at the moment.

Lancer raised his eyebrows slightly, "He is self-aware. Whether it is Rum or you, it is possible that he will be the one to betray him, so he might as well just not contact anyone."

Gin put the phone back, kicked the rich second generation aside, then opened the door and took a look outside.

"I guess he started having suspicions after McCarron's death."

Lancer asked again: "If the confidant sent by the boss wants to contact someone, will you get to know him?"

"I don't know. The organization's actions have always been based on mysticism."

"Then how to find it?"

"Look at the marks." Gin said. He stretched out his fingers and pointed at his neck, the back of his hands and his ankles.

"These are places where tiny crow markings are carved."

Lancer was speechless. Being a confidant of the organization really requires you to be willing to sacrifice, and you have to have such an ugly thing tattooed on your body!