The metal detector showed that he was clean and unarmed, but some fear was engraved in his bones, especially for these notorious guys.
So more detailed inspection is needed, but fortunately this man is very cooperative.
Except... on his head, that brown cowboy hat.
The hat was very small and didn't match the size of his head. It was about the same size on a child's head, but it was indescribably awkward when worn on a man's head.
"Let him come in." A very young voice came from inside, it was a woman.
The man tied the straps under his chin to secure his cowboy hat very formally, then turned his head and glanced at the guard who just wanted to forcefully inspect him, then turned and walked into the room in front of him.
The layout of the room is very simple, with a large table and a woman sitting across from the table. The woman is about 20 years old and looks innocent, but her eyes are not to be underestimated.
There is a chair opposite the table, the kind with a backrest, but it is hollow, maybe because I am worried that he will do something secretly.
The man walked to the chair specially prepared for him and sat down without warning. He raised his head and said with a smile, "Good afternoon, Miss Xia Meng."
He looked around casually, and after seeing the layout of some secret places, he couldn't help but shrugged, "I come here with sincerity, Miss Xia, don't be so nervous."
Compared with the man's casualness, Xia Meng looked more formal. Her upper body was tense, her eyes were fixed on the man's face, and she did not dare to relax for a moment. After a moment, she answered: "Facing Crimson No. 2, what's the point? You can’t be too careful.”
"Also." Xia Meng said coldly: "Don't call me Miss Xia. I am negotiating with you on behalf of the Xia family."
The man raised his eyebrows, pretending to be surprised and asked: "If you are not allowed to call me Miss Xia, then what should I call you, the housekeeper of the Xia family?"
Xia Meng doesn't struggle with this issue. The guys in Crimson are all mentally ill. On some issues with a strange style of painting, she has no chance of winning.
After all, who can win a quarrel with a madman?
For these guys, Xia Meng was well aware of their danger, and she shouldn't have met in such a hurry, but the price offered by the other party was really hard for her to refuse.
"Let's get straight to the point." Xia Meng adjusted her mood and asked in a calm and clear voice: "What do you need us to do before you are willing to reveal the secret pile that the night watchman buried in our Xia family?"
"The night watchman captured No. 4. We need your help to rescue him." At this point, the man's tone became more formal, and he had a vague sense of negotiation.
"Crimson No. 4 was arrested by the Night Watch?" Xia Meng frowned, "When did it happen?"
"Two hours ago." The man replied, "They sealed off the mountains near Greystone Town and sent out several capture teams composed entirely of A-level members. The operation codename is: Watch."
"Why didn't we receive any news about such an important operation?" This is what Xia Meng is really confused about. It stands to reason that they are in the Night Watch...
"Your people have all been cleared. The information you have now is just what they want you to have." The man said.
Although the intelligence mentioned by Crimson 2 has not been confirmed yet, in recent times, the Xia family has indeed been repeatedly restricted by others in terms of intelligence, which has also led to the failure of several important operations and considerable losses.
Combining these and the information she has obtained recently, it is certain that there is a mole in the Xia family's senior management.
Although they are eager to dig out the hidden stakes, Crimson 4 is not so easy to save. After so many years of fighting between the Night Watch and Crimson, this is the first time that they have heard that an official member has been captured alive.
Who knows what amazing information can be dug out of No. 4's mouth.
Moreover, the fact that the information was so sealed clearly showed that they did not trust the Xia family.
"I really want to know who the mole is, but we can't help." Xia Meng shook her head, "I don't know how to help."
"And one thing I hope you know is that no matter what happens between us and the Night Watch, it is our own internal matter, but you are different. After all, you are our common enemy."
"If the Night Watchmen knew that our Xia family was doing business with you, Crimson, or rescuing Crimson 4, the situation would be very troublesome."
"Is there no room for negotiation?" The man exhaled and said in a pitiful tone: "I am also No. 2 after all. How about you be accommodating? It would be shameful for me to go back empty-handed like this."
Xia Meng shook his head.
"Hey——!" The man stood up unsteadily, holding on to his cowboy hat and shaking his head, "Then there is nothing we can do, Miss Xia, since you are so unreasonable, I have to ask you to suffer."
"Besides..." the man squinted his eyes and said softly: "You didn't want to negotiate at first, you just wanted the information about free prostitution, otherwise you wouldn't have arranged for Gong Zhe to come back."
The negotiation broke down, and several people walked out of the corner of the room, staring at the man with cold expressions. The door was pushed open, and the corridor was filled with guards.
The cowboy man was casually looking at the two people standing in front of Xia Meng.
A strong man about 40 years old, with bronzed muscles, looking very difficult to deal with.
The other one was a young woman in her early 20s. She looked Wenwen and quiet, dressed like a student, with charming eyes.
"Only these two can see." The man touched his chin, stretched his neck and commented: "Miss Xia, you don't want to win me over with just two A-levels, do you?"
Xia Meng backed away and replied in the same tone: "Of course not, Mr. No. 2, it's enough for them to stop you for a moment. Uncle Gong and others will be there soon."
A few seconds later, the man suddenly laughed, waved his hands and said, "Everyone, please don't be so nervous, please relax, let's come together..." The man snapped his fingers, "Let's dance."
After speaking, he tapped his toes on the ground, closed his eyes, twisted his hands along with his waist, and slowly beat the beat.
I can't tell whether the dance is good or bad, it seems like there is a little bit of each dance, and after watching it for a long time, it actually feels like the whole person has melted into it.
After a moment, a strange scene appeared. Except for the two people blocking Xia Meng and Xia Meng herself, the others dropped their weapons and began to twist along with the dance.
"What...what's going on?"
"My legs! My legs won't work!"
"Don't...don't point the gun at me!"
...
The people twisting to the melody were panicked, but it was more like their bodies were controlled by the melody, but not their thoughts.
"Don't look at him!" the bronzed muscular man yelled, "You will be led into his rhythm!"
But he obviously found it too late.
Hearing this, the cowboy man, who was intoxicated in his own world, danced and turned in beautiful circles to the side of the woman dressed as a student.
The woman was obviously shaken, her body kept shaking, her lips were bleeding from biting her lips, but her remaining sanity was still holding on.
The cowboy man who saw this scene smiled, stretched out his hand and patted the woman's buttocks, and said in surprise: "Oh, it's still pretty?"
The next second, the woman finally couldn't hold herself any longer and started dancing uncontrollably.
Just as the cowboy man rubbed his fingers with unsatisfied intentions, he turned around and looked at the muscular man. The man's expression paused, and then, as if he had seen something more terrifying, his eyes were filled with fear.
"Snapped!"
"Hey, you're not bad either."
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