An Hangting had just come down from the singing stage, and behind him was the enthusiastic encore sound of the guests. It would definitely be counterproductive to put it in front of others, but he didn't care and went back to the waiting room.

Everyone in the bar knew that he only sang once a night, and never added more.Soon, a new performance came on stage, and the encore sound gradually subsided.

An Hangting changed out of his performance clothes, put on his usual casual T-shirt and jeans, and checked the time on his phone. It was exactly ten o'clock in the evening. For people with rich nightlife, the feast has just begun.

Today's work was over, but An Hangting still lingered in the bar and did not leave.He is waiting for someone, which is an important target related to the success of the mission.

As a space-time hunter, An Hangting has already traveled for the second time.The space-time hunters receive tasks from the organization, do their best to complete the time-traveling tasks and earn generous rewards. They are the type of people who make a living by doing this.

He took this mission purely to drive ducks to the shelves. He just needed a sum of money, but the organization couldn't find a suitable candidate, so it hit it off.

Only after he signed the contract did he understand why no one took this mission. The difficulty of this mission was five stars, and there was no reminder of the previous story script. He could only provide him with an identity, and inform the target person's name and place of appearance. Emergencies can happen at any time.If the happiness value of the target person cannot be raised to the standard line within one year, that is, the mission fails. As for the punishment for failure, he doesn't think he wants to know.

The contract had already been signed, and it was too late to regret it, so he could only bite the bullet.After crossing over, An Hangting suddenly discovered that this world was the world he traveled through for the first time, but it had been ten years since his last time travelling, and his identity had changed from a successful 30-year-old actor to the present The 19-year-old bar resident singer.

His face is still his original appearance, but it has a lot more collagen than before, commonly known as milk fat. After all, he is in his youth, so he agrees with his character design this time.

An Hangting stopped in front of the full-length mirror, and carefully looked at himself in the mirror. I don't know if it was intentional or not, but there was an extra tear mole under his eyes, which made the original peach blossom eyes look a little more charming.

This face has allowed him to successfully capture many fans. It stands to reason that he should be able to develop on a better platform, but he has not waited for the mission goal, so he can only stay in the bar to continue his singing career.

"A glass of blue, thank you."

An Hangting walked around in front of the bar and attracted the attention of many people. Before those people posted, he returned to the backstage with a goblet.

A few people walked towards them, all dressed in famous brands from top to bottom, they might be from some family who came here for entertainment.

An Hangting was walking against the wall, it was safe and sound, but suddenly he was stopped by those people.

"Gentlemen, we don't seem to be familiar with each other." An Hangting pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a professional smirk.

The man wearing glasses stared at An Hangting with a half-smile, "Isn't this our famous pillar? Tsk, this little face looks like a star, no wonder it's so big."

The man turned around and teased the brothers behind him, "I sent people to invite you three times, but you didn't show face once. Is it because my temple is too small to accommodate your big Buddha?"

An Hangting thought about it carefully, and seemed to have a little memory, "Excuse me, sir, I just sing and nothing else."

The man sneered, "Don't pretend to be aloof like me, there are a few clean ones who come to work here, isn't it just for money, I have plenty of money."

As he said that, the man took out a dozen bills from his wallet and threw them on the ground, and the hundred-yuan bills fell everywhere.

"Pick it up, it's all yours! Let me pick it up!"

An Hangting frowned, really didn't want to deal with this psychopath, and said calmly, "Sir, I'll call the cleaner to clean it."

"Fuck! What the hell do you mean? You don't look down on me, don't you look down on this little money?" The man became furious, grabbed An Hangting by the collar, and pushed him against the wall.

"I don't mean that, I just think that throwing money like this affects the environment."

An overly calm attitude made the man even more furious, like a sky-scrambling monkey ready to go.

"Hold him down for me. Grandpa, I'm going to kill you here today. Let's see if you can still pretend to be noble."

As soon as the words fell, several other people quickly surrounded him, helping to trap An Hangting's hands and feet.The man showed a smug expression, and looked him up and down from top to bottom.

Looks like this can't end well.

Just as An Hangting was analyzing the possibility of getting out with his own strength, another group of people passed by.

There were two men in black suits walking in the front to open the way. It may be that the situation on their side blocked the way. One of them came over and said politely, "Please make way."

The man with glasses was excited, and wanted to push him up, but he hesitated when he saw the tall person in front of him, and then looked at the person behind him, he was immediately dumbfounded, and quickly asked his brothers to stand aside to make way for them.

"Hello, Mr. Gu." The man with glasses changed his domineering attitude and greeted him like a dog, but the person he called didn't even look at him.

An Hangting was still thinking about how to get out, when he suddenly felt a strong gaze on him, and in the next second, he heard howls, and those who suppressed him were beaten up like this.

An Hangting originally wanted to thank the kind people who helped him, but when he raised his eyes, he was stunned.The handsome man staring at him in front of him was none other than Gu Chiyuan, the target of his first time travel mission.

Ten years later, Gu Chiyuan changed from his original youthfulness to the charm of a mature man.

An Hangting felt that he was not in a good mood, the new target person did not wait, but the previous one.

Gu Chiyuan's eyes were tightly locked on this face, as if he wanted to see some clues from it.He suddenly seemed to lose control, he rushed forward and grabbed An Hangting's shoulders, his five fingers were gathered together, and the grip was painful.

The people traveling with Gu Chiyuan had never seen such a battle before, and they all froze on the spot.In their eyes, Gu Chiyuan has always been a calm and steady gentleman, an elegant nobleman who never shows his emotions too much. They have never seen him beat someone, and he even grabbed a strange boy and wouldn't let him go.

He didn't recognize himself, did he?No, his last identity ended in death after the mission was successful.It is impossible for Gu Chiyuan to regard a boy with a similar appearance as a dead person, at most he feels a little like him.

Thinking of this, An Hangting calmed down a little, endured the pain and said, "Thank you for your help."

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