Zhang Hui and the leading man in a suit got into the car, while another person drove Zhang Hui's own car.
When passing by the Cherokee, Zhang Hui stretched out his hand from the car and waved.
Ai Liang understood and followed suit.
There was a hint of fear in the man's eyes, but his heart was filled with anger.
This is clearly Zhang Hui's backup plan. If the talks had just collapsed, the scene might not be pretty.
"You're quite thoughtful!" The man in the suit said with a hint of thorn.
"Just to be on the safe side."
After the conversation was over, there was no more nonsense on the road between the two of them.
Behind the Cherokee, Zhang Hao nervously held a pistol.
Although Ai Liang was not like Zhang Hao, he did not let down his guard.
He is quite familiar with sensing the emotions of the man in the suit through his mental power.
Anger, mania, anxiety, fear and... murderous intent.
Ai Liang didn't rush to a conclusion. Wanting and doing are always two different things. It can't be said that Zhang Hui 'taken care of' the people of the Night Demon Gang, and the other party couldn't even be angry.
It’s proven without taking action that there’s still room to talk, just be more careful.
Moreover, even if he really takes action, he is confident that he will knock everyone down in an instant.
Ai Liang's calm demeanor infected Zhang Hao next to him.
"They must have reached an agreement, right?"
Zhang Hao, who didn't know the truth, tried to think on the bright side: "Are they going to collect Anthony's body?"
"We'll find out when we get there." Ai Liang said casually.
Ai Liang could feel the whole process of Anliang retrieving memories from Anthony's body.
At this moment, he kept recalling the feeling at that time in his mind. Compared with chatting with Zhang Hao, it was obviously more important to learn to master his own abilities.
Zhang Hao's face dropped. Of course he knew that he would know the result when he got there. Didn't he just want to find a place to talk and have some peace of mind?
Seeing that Ai Liang didn't want to talk nonsense, Zhang Hao didn't ask for trouble and instead picked up his phone to send a message to Zhang Hui.
Ai Liang is multitasking, learning and retrieving memories while driving.
Suddenly he felt as if someone was watching him.
Ai Liang's peripheral vision turned to the driver's seat. Zhang Hao, who was restless, was sending a message to Zhang Hui on his mobile phone to inquire about the progress of the matter.
'Is the deal settled?'
'People are looking at me and typing right now. Are you sure you want to talk about this?'
Ai Liang turned to look in the rearview mirror and saw a muscle car following the Cherokee not too far away.
The bearded driver in the car held the steering wheel with one hand and held his cell phone up with the other hand, seemingly taking pictures.
Ai Liang instinctively sensed something was wrong, but before he could make a move, the bearded man turned in the opposite direction at the next intersection.
"A car just followed us."
Ai Liang synchronized his findings to Zhang Hao on the side.
"Ah? Is there any?"
Zhang Hao turned around and looked back without thinking: "I didn't see it."
Looking at his silly face, Ai Liang finally understood why Zhang Hui wanted to hire another bounty hunter to help.
Who can rest assured about this silly batch change?
"If you are really scared, don't hold your phone and pay more attention to nearby vehicles. They might be members of the Night Demon Gang."
"Yes, that makes sense!" Zhang Hao nodded repeatedly.
Alas, what nonsense am I talking to a fool about?
Ai Liang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Ai Liang never encountered a vehicle suspected of being a stalker along the way.
The three vehicles arrived at the abandoned industrial park without incident.
Zhang Hao stayed in the car, Zhang Hui led the way, and the Night Demon Gang members followed him anxiously.
"Where's Anthony's phone?"
After entering the door, the man in a suit rushed to the ice coffin and walked around it.
"On the ground, in the bag." Zhang Hui pointed to Anthony's own satchel.
When the man in the suit bent over to pick up the bag, another member of the Night Demon Gang also came to the ice coffin.
"Wait a minute Musso, the man in the coffin is called Anthony? Why don't I remember this man in the gang?"
"Don't interrupt Johnny, there are more important things now. I'll explain his problem later, okay?"
Musso, a man in a suit, took out his phone, opened the ice coffin and grabbed the dead body's hand to unlock the phone.
But a day had passed since Anthony's death, and the mobile phone could not recognize fingerprints.
After trying each finger a dozen times, Musso had to give up this method.
He took out the phone's calling card and inserted it into his phone, not knowing what he was checking.
Johnny on the side saw that Musso was still busy, so he turned around and walked to another insider.
"Zhang Hui, before you called me, you didn't tell me that someone died here, and he was one of ours."
Johnny stared at Zhang Hui with an unkind expression: "What's more important is that I have never seen this person before. Should you explain it to me?"
"This is your internal matter. How did I know that that slut in a suit only has one request from me, which is to put the person in a safe place? Who knows that the two idiots in the coffin will take drugs and knock themselves to death.
"
No matter how he analyzed it with Ai Liang before, in front of the Night Demon Gang, Zhang Hui acted like he didn't know anything about it, and acted like he just took money to do things.
Seeing that Zhang Hui couldn't ask anything, Johnny walked towards Musso again.
"I need an explanation as to who this man named Anthony is."
"Johnny, I said I'll explain this later, don't bother me now."
Musso pushed Johnny away angrily, held his cell phone and walked out the door.
Ai Liang narrowed his eyes and looked at Musso's back. Anthony's death should be blamed on Zhang Hui and Zhang Hao brothers. In addition, Anthony was not an important person. Logically speaking, Musso, the middleman who sent the work, should not be so anxious.
That's the right level.
But the fact is that Musso was extremely panicked, even more panicked than Zhang Hui.
Could it be that Anthony is the illegitimate son of some big boss?
Ai Liang replayed Anthony's memories in his mind, including those of his biological parents. He had not lived a good life these past few years, and he did not look like an illegitimate child.
The freight has arrived, and Kossov, the boss of the Night Demon Gang, also knows that Anthony was picked up by Zhang Hui because the gang was cleaning up internally... Wait a minute!
Ai Liang went through all the clues again and suddenly discovered a blind spot that he had not noticed before.
The Night Devil Gang is cleaning up the mole, and Anthony, a small character, happens to know the whereabouts of a batch of key goods... What if the real purpose of the Night Devil Gang sending Anthony out is to lure the mole into taking the bait?
Ai Liang suddenly raised his head and looked at Musuo.
The murderous intention is rising.
"If you don't explain this matter clearly, I can only report it to the boss. It's obvious that you messed up a certain task in the gang..."
"Get away!"
Bang!
Musso held the pistol in his left hand, turned around and pointed the gun right at Johnny's abdomen.
At such a close distance, Johnny, who was unprepared, was bound to be shot.
But there is an off-spec monster here.
The moment Musso took out the pistol from his arms, Ai Liang stepped forward, pushed Johnny away with his right hand, and slashed Musso's gun-holding wrist with his left hand.
"Holy crap!"
The whole action took less than two seconds. It was not until the sound of gunshots that Zhang Hui screamed and crawled like a donkey to the back of the ice coffin, which was the only shelter in the room.