Chapter 1202: Chapter 1200: The Bamboo Joint Worms of Night Holy City (Part 8)
“Are you really interested in going to Mo Xi’s place to rest?”
Monts later, on the bustling, neon-lit street, Yuan Shan looked at Fu Qian with a strange expression.
“Why not? I can tell that Miss Mo Xi’s invitation is sincere.”
The latter responded as if it were obvious.
“And her bartending skills are quite impressive too!”
Just like last ti, the two went to Yuan Shan’s friend Mo Xi’s bar, had a drink, and received an identical list.
Fu Qian naturally didn’t need this list, but considering that he was currently under Yuan Shan’s “help,” it was still necessary to maintain the appearance of legitimacy.
“She’s just an ordinary person, even raising two kids on her own.”
Facing his reply, Yuan Shan hesitated for a few seconds before finally sighing and saying.
“The way you talk, it’s easy to cause misunderstandings.”
Fu Qian blinked and smiled mysteriously.
“So you misunderstood?”
Yuan Shan didn’t seem worried at all about this.
“Of course not.”
Fu Qian looked appreciative.
Yuan Shan’s remark could easily be misunderstood as her disliking Mo Xi personally and not wanting her to get too close to herself.
But if one really thought that way, it would be seriously underestimating Chief Night Watchman.
It might appear like a plastic sister behavior of disclosing her good friend’s flaws, but the focal point was actually to remind himself that she’s a person striving in life, and you, being a dangerous elent, should not get involved with her.
Your reckless antics are fine, but the slightest impact could instantly vaporize the hard-earned life she’s maintaining.
Therefore, the actual aning of that sentence was to hope he wouldn’t get too close to Mo Xi.
Just a difference in order changes the entire intent.
Even though she looked disdainful throughout the conversation, she still cares for her friends.
Knowing that there’s a possibility of being misunderstood, she still took the risk of warning him.
“You can tell you really have no bias against her, so why would you reject her hat?”
This ti over drinks, Mo Xi once again shared her regret—that her friend wouldn’t accept her handmade gift.
“It doesn’t match my clothes!”
The question was t with a resolute response from Chief Yuan.
Such an unexpected yet convincing answer.
Fu Qian inwardly praised, considering Chief Yuan’s usual deanor, he had no thoughts of questioning it at all.
…
“So we start looking from the biggest casino directly? I believe that it’s impossible for all these gamblers to not be there.”
After answering, Yuan Shan obviously felt that the conversation had strayed too far and promptly proposed a plan for their next move.
It’s a logical deduction, but theoretically, Ah Lan should have gone to the club by now.
Fu Qian thought to himself.
Finding Ah Lan directly, then drawing Ross out through Shaman seems like an efficient transition from the eliminated to the regular forces, and the logic isn’t too forced.
After all, when people are well-fed and warm, they crave pleasure; seeking fortune-hunting gamblers at a strip club makes sense.
The only problem, at the mont, is that he hadn’t yet delivered Mogrim’s gratitude gift to Midas, and having a lady help pay for the expenses at a strip club was a bit too indelicate, so…
“Agreed.”
Fu Qian nodded.
From the church to the casino, the two embarked once again on the redemption path trodden by many gamblers.
…
“Mogrim?”
Monts later, in a magnificent corner of the casino, Yuan Shan sat down with a smile.
Without a doubt, under Fu Qian’s subtle deflection, she had once again beco the main force in action.
And the person Yuan Shan was greeting, naturally, was the triumphant Mogrim.
“Yes.”
The latter didn’t disappoint either. Catching a glimpse of the visitor’s appearance from the corner of his eye, he imdiately perked up and looked over.
“How should I address this lady?”
“May I ask a question, if that’s okay?”
Hmm?
To Chief Yuan, such scrutiny was naturally impolite.
However, just as the dedicated Chief Yuan was about to patiently introduce herself, Fu Qian unexpectedly stepped forward two paces and smiled as he asked.
“You really are lucky…”
And such blunt initiation of the Second Phase and impolite behavior clearly displeased Mogrim, who imdiately sneered and gave Fu Qian a disdainful look, his deanor even worse than before.
“I’m in a good mood right now, so I won’t answer any ques—”
Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, a flash of silver in his field of vision made him reconsider his stance.
“Sorry… may I invite the two of you to step aside for a drink?”
Looking again in disbelief to make sure he wasn’t seeing things, after several seconds Mogrim composed himself and sat upright.
“Mr. Mogrim is too kind!”
Although she found Fu Qian’s overly aggressive behavior sowhat strange, Yuan Shan was quite satisfied with how swiftly the situation was resolved and imdiately replied with graceful courtesy.
However, even with a beaming smile, Mogrim, who had just asked for her na, now had a neck stiff as if poured with concrete and dared not look any longer.
…
“Are you here to ask about Midas?”
Having taken a seat cautiously to the side, Mogrim once again initiated the conversation, actively displaying a sincere willingness to cooperate.
“Correct, how did you know?”
Yuan Shan waited a few seconds, realizing that Fu Qian, who had just brandished his weapon, had gone silent again and imdiately took the role of the interrogator to ask.
“Because almost everyone who has been looking for recently is because of this!”
Nonetheless, even with this said, the sight of Fu Qian’s gun barrel swaying in his hand did not put Mogrim at ease; instead, he quickly began sharing information.
That included the fortunate last visitor, Ah Lan.
“Ah Lan…”
The ntion of this na caused Yuan Shan to repeat it thoughtfully.
For her, this piece of information that perfectly matched what Mo Xi had provided was quite credible.
The next mont she glanced at Fu Qian, wondering if he deliberately targeted a visit to a certain strip club.
“I just want to confirm, is this Ah Lan you ntioned around thirty, blonde, and likes to eat while playing?”
Fu Qian, however, ignored her and suddenly turned to ask Mogrim.
This is all wrong, isn’t it…
Yuan Shan frowned inwardly. This was clearly not matching the information provided by Mo Xi.
Is he intentionally giving wrong information to see if this guy is honest?
That was her imdiate understanding.
“No, not that… Ah Lan is a bit older, with ssy brown hair and a sowhat pale and sickly face.”
It seed that Mogrim thought the sa, as he wiped his sweat without leaving traces and carefully explained.
“I see.”
Fu Qian made a sound of acknowledgent and continued to be lost in thought while looking at his gun.
“…The person you ntioned sounds like a scoundrel nad Ross who often hangs around here.”
Observing the situation, Mogrim reflected on his previous response and tried his best to provide more information.
“Ross, huh…”
The other party nodded slightly and said nothing further, the gun barrel still swaying in his hand.
“…I rember now, if you are looking for Midas, I actually have a small favor to ask of you.”
Mogrim seed to recall sothing, slapped his forehead, and pushed half of the chips beside him forward.
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