Ai Liang opened the wine list, looked at it casually, and ordered a glass of tequila.
Anyway, he didn't really come here to drink, so it was just a matter of meaning.
After finishing half a glass of strong wine, Ai Liang turned around and looked at the bounty hunter on the side: "I see they are quite serious over there. Could something have happened?"
The bounty hunter glanced at Ai Liang: "As a layman, it's best not to make blind inquiries. They are not as easy to talk to as me."
Ai Liang said with a smile: "Brother, isn't it boring for you to just drink alone here? If you can talk, let's just chat. If you can't talk, just keep drinking."
The bounty hunter was happy when he heard this and couldn't help but look at Ai Liang more.
"Hey, you are more interesting than those young people looking for fun."
Ai Liang's words aroused the bounty hunter's desire to talk. He was originally watching the group of people's jokes, and jokes can maximize happiness while sharing.
"It's not a big deal, it's just that those people must have been fooled."
The bounty hunter glanced at the wine glass that was about to bottom out, and stretched out his hand to push it to the bartender: "They bought information about a person from Shoupi and made an appointment to meet today, but they didn't see anyone after waiting for more than an hour...
Of course, we can’t rule out that something happened to that guy with thin skin.”
"Pan Junyuan?" Ai Liang thought for a while and then said the name.
The bounty hunter looked a little surprised: "You actually know?"
Ai Liang shook his head: "I just heard this name while listening to people chatting downstairs. The news is very fragmentary."
The bounty hunter sighed softly, then raised his glass: "Has the news spread so widely? It seems that this kid can't hide for long. Poor kid, I wish him good luck."
The bounty hunter looked regretful.
"Listening to your tone, could it be that the wanted criminal was wrongly accused?" Ai Liang asked.
"Tsk, unjustly accused?" the bounty hunter said disdainfully: "They didn't mean to unjustly accuse the young man, they were blatantly killing people and silencing him.
Let’s not talk about whether a little kid in his early twenties would do such an evil thing as setting fire to his parents and uncle’s family. How could he be surfing the Internet in an Internet cafe one second and travel more than ten kilometers the next?
Burn your whole family to death?
When that kid was taken to the detention center, he didn't even know what happened."
The bounty hunter's expression gradually came to life.
"His family has a piece of land that the Toyosaki Group wants. This matter is not a secret at all. The two parties have been talking for half a year but have not reached an agreement..."
"Aze."
The bartender tapped the wine glass in front of him with a mixing spoon.
The bounty hunter who was getting more and more excited as he talked suddenly calmed down.
"Sorry, this guy gets emotional easily when he drinks too much. I hope I didn't scare you," the bartender said with a smile.
"Yes, the world is like this. There are things that others can do, but we can't even say it."
The bounty hunter laughed at himself: "But that's all I can say. If I really had to give up everything and go against the Toyosaki Group, I wouldn't have the courage. I would just complain cynically in the bar."
After saying that, he drank the whole glass of wine in one gulp.
That look made Ai Liang suspect that he would die drunk at the bar tonight.
Although Ai Liang secretly influenced the bounty hunter's emotions, the effect was obviously a bit too much.
Ai Liang mobilized his mental power to comfort him and continued to ask: "I came to see you to inquire about something. Do you know where that skinny guy usually hangs out?"
Upon hearing this, the bounty hunter's eyebrows immediately tightened: "Hey, you kid also wants to make that unconscionable 800,000 yuan, right?"
Ai Liang waved his hand: "Brother, I'm joking. I'm not interested in that little money. I mainly have some small troubles that I need help from."
"Oh, then I advise you not to look for Shoupi. A bastard like Shoupi can't help you with a little trouble that you don't take seriously for 800,000 yuan."
The bounty hunter's attitude suddenly became much colder, and he obviously didn't believe Ai Liang's words.
The other party's heart gradually became wary, and various disdainful thoughts flashed back and forth in his mind, but there was no information about him.
Ai Liang thought for a while. Anyway, his current identity is a non-existent ghost to this society, so it is better to be more straightforward.
"Brother, you have misunderstood. To tell you the truth, I actually want to get a fake identity. I wonder if you have any way?" Ai Liang said seriously.
The bounty hunter looked strange: "You really know how to joke."
Not only him, but also the bartender who was serving as the background cast a strange look at Ai Liang.
That expression seems to say, your question is so stupid that I can't tell whether you are joking or really stupid.
'Helping people create fake identities? I don't want to die.'
Ai Liang caught the two people's thoughts and immediately realized that it might not be easy to apply for a false certificate in Yalian.
Ai Liang was about to explain when there was sudden movement from the private room behind him.
Shoupi is missing!
Ai Liang immediately closed his mouth and turned his attention to the group of people behind him.
Fish Street.
Ai Liang captured a new location.
The first person to receive the news was the first to leave, making it clear that he was going to Fish Street to look for Shoupi.
Ai Liang took out his wallet and randomly took out a few gold-rimmed banknotes and slapped them on the bar.
"The extra money will be considered as my drinking money for brother."
After saying that, Ai Liang hurriedly followed the man.
The bounty hunter next to him opened his mouth and his eyelids twitched as he looked at the banknotes on the bar: "I'm a little convinced now that he doesn't take 800,000 yuan seriously. Do you think I should follow him and help? Look.
For the sake of the drink money.”
The old god collected the money after the bartender who was there checked it.
"Didn't you say that you should mind your own business as your life creed? You can drink as much as you want in the next few days."
The bounty hunter thought about it and thought so.
Now that you have made up your mind to retire, why should you worry about it? Being entangled in the quagmire will only make you sink deeper and deeper.
Such a generous person with unknown origins is either a stupid rich man or a big trouble.
“Another chicken fried steak!”
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Outside the bar, looking at the bounty hunter driving away, Ai Liang felt that before applying for a fake identity, he should probably get a vehicle first.
If you just rely on two legs to travel around the city, you will be blinded if you go a little further.
Fortunately, the person has been given a mental mark, otherwise it would be really difficult to track him.
Relying on money to clear the way, Ai Liang successfully persuaded a guy on a motorcycle to take him to Fish Street.
The so-called Fish Street is an alley mainly composed of two-story bungalows.
Behind the rusty and peeling gate at the entrance, there are a few idle people with large tattoos smoking against the wall.
The entrance to the canteen where you ordered in was crowded with young people playing cards around a low table, and you could hear swear words being shouted from a distance.
A few women with heavy makeup on their faces and fishnet stockings were standing at the door of the hair salon, scrolling through their mobile phones.
At a glance, there was no old man or child.
This scene can't help but make Ai Liang think that he has returned to the late last century.
It would be fine if this scene happened in a remote area, but this is the city center, less than two kilometers away from the subway square.
It's really puzzling that such a beautiful location can be like this.
Ai Liang suppressed the doubts in his heart, ignored the scrutinizing gazes of the big flower arms and headed straight towards the marked target. The further he went in, the more vigilant he became.
After turning a corner in the alley, you can see cigarette butts and tinfoil on almost every trash can, and the sounds of gasping and drooling come one after another in the dark alleys on both sides.
The stores along the way are either mahjong halls or game halls.
Porn, gambling and drugs are the main ingredients of Fish Street.