1113: C1113 Stealth

C1113 Stealth

"But he can only disappear for a few seconds every time, then disappear for a few hours before disappearing again for a few more seconds. It's no use. He runs back to the street and pretends to be a magician to make a living."

"I don't think he's lying, so I carefully checked his body and found that he actually has a mutated constitution."

"However, his mutated gene is very weak. This is probably the reason why he can only disappear for a few seconds every time."

"From now on, I can roughly guess that in this world, among the rare mutant bodies, there is a high possibility that there is an invisible body."

"However, the prerequisite for practicing this secret technique is to become a eunuch. However, this is only my speculation. After that, I have never met anyone who can become invisible again."

"Boss, I swear to God, I really didn't lie. At that time, I really met a person who knows invisibility!"

Looking at the furious Xue Chao, Yang Xuan nodded slightly. "I seem to have met someone who can turn invisible as well."

As he spoke, he took out the two screenshots from his phone and handed them to Xue Chao.

"Yes, yes, yes. It's like this!"

Xue Chao immediately saw the virtual image in the two screenshots. "When that grandson was invisible, he wasn't completely invisible either. A shadow would still appear in the air, exactly the same as the shadow. Boss, where is this person now? I have to solve this mystery that has troubled me for so many years. "

Yang Xuan shook his head gently," I am not sure about it yet. I only know that this person might still be in Nanjiang. "

"Don't tell anyone about this. You have to keep this vajra scepter with you. It's best if you keep it with you at any time. After that, you have to be careful. That person might find you because of this vajra scepter."

Xue Chao immediately put the Vajra Pestle around his neck and said excitedly. "F * ck, I have to keep this thing well. I'm waiting for that grandson to come and find me. This mystery will not be solved for a day. My heart will not be at peace for a day! "

After returning home, Yang Xuan opened the thread that little white dragon sent again, but there was still no news from the other party.

Although there was no concrete evidence at the moment, Yang Xuan could more or less confirm that this matter was closely related to the Church of the Red Shirt.

Furthermore, these three people most likely came for him this time!

Yang Xuan pondered about this matter for the entire day. It was only when Su Nan returned from work at night that he temporarily put this matter aside and accompanied his wife while talking and laughing.

No matter what happened, Yang Xuan did not want to see Su Nan worry about him.

Early in the morning.

Most of the ordinary people had already fallen asleep at this time.

However, for those who loved nightlife, this time was only the beginning of the day.

As the publicly acknowledged "big brother" of the underground underworld of Nanjiang, the weasel was also a lover of nightlife.

Every night, the weasel would wear his favorite big red vest. A pair of fat black pants and a pair of snow white tourist shoes. He would also take care of himself in separate ways, and then go out and liven up between the nightclubs.

In his words, night could always give people inspiration. Every night, he would wander around the various nightclubs in order to find a deeper understanding of life.

However, whether or not he wanted to understand life better, nobody knew. In any case, his favorite thing to do every night was to pick up girls.

As the publicly acknowledged "Big Brother" of the underground underworld in Nanjiang, he did not lack status and money. If he needed it, he could grab a lot of women.

However, he had a special hobby. He would never touch the local women of Nanjiang. No matter how beautiful they were, he would not be interested in them.

Because he knew that these women came for his status and not his personal charm.

The weasel did not like these vulgar women. What he wanted was a woman who could understand his soul.

Thus, he set his sights on the foreigners. These outsiders did not know his identity. He could approach them as an ordinary person.

That night, the weasel visited three nightclubs in a row and did not find a suitable target. There were quite a number of foreigners, but the weasel was quite picky when it came to women.2

The ugly weasel did not like it.

The good-looking one ignored him.

However, in the eyes of the weasel, the women who ignored him were shallow. On the surface, they were women who did not break away from low-class interests. Those women did not know how to appreciate their interesting souls.

"Sigh, when did this world become so shallow?"

The weasel looked up at the dark sky 45 degrees, feeling sad for this shallow world.

He sighed as he went to the third nightclub.

If this nightclub still didn't work, he would go back to the shower center later. These were his daily routine.

As the publicly acknowledged "big brother" of the underground underworld in Nanjiang, and in a club, there were naturally many people who knew the weasel.

However, no one came forward to greet him. Although their eyes were full of respect and reverence, they all acted as if they didn't know him.

This was a rule of the Nanjiang nightclub, because the weasel did not want a woman to get close to him because of his identity. So he gave an order, as long as he appeared at any time at night. No one was allowed to come forward and greet him.

He picked a seat with a better view, drank his wine, and looked around in search of his target.

However, after sitting for almost an hour, he still did not see a suitable target.

The number eight technician in the shower center had already sent him several messages. Just as the weasel was about to get up and leave, his gaze suddenly stopped in the direction of the bar.

Then, you didn't know when, but a woman in a red dress sat down.

Her figure was graceful, her facial features were delicate, and she looked very unfamiliar. It was absolutely impossible for her to be a local from Jiangbei.

Moreover, she looked especially lonely. She sat there alone. Under the contrast of the noisy music and the hallucinatory lights, she looked like a delicate lotus that had not been stained by mud.

No one went up to talk to her.

As long as there was a weasel, no one would take the initiative to talk to a girl. Because if the girl who was being talked to happened to be valued by the weasel, the weasel would never be lenient to his "love rival."

The weasel stood up and slowly pulled out a golden tie from his pocket. He wrapped it around his neck and walked towards the woman in red with his head held high.

"Hello, lady. May I sit here?"

The weasel walked to the woman in the red dress and revealed a very gentlemanly smile.

The woman did not speak. She only took a small sip of the golden whiskey as if she was thinking about something.

Facing the other party's indifference, the weasel was neither embarrassed nor angry. There was still a very gentlemanly smile on his face. Then, he slowly sat down on the chair beside him.

"Vyter!"

The weasel snapped his fingers. "Give me a glass of Witsy. No ice."

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