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Chapter 254 The person has been found?

Hongying glanced at Musi in front of her.

Just then, Mus was also looking at her.

"Why aren't you answering the phone?" Mus asked.

Hongying deliberately leaned forward and reached for her phone on the coffee table: "Isn't this being answered?"

The thin, loose-fitting red dress serves no purpose other than to enhance appearance.

The fair northern hemisphere, shrouded in red gauze, swayed gently with her body.

Hongying picked up her phone.

The caller ID number did not come from a mobile phone, but from a public phone booth.

She has many phone numbers.

Used for internal communication, for receiving intelligence from external personnel, for contacting specific important figures...

If it weren't a mobile phone, it could hold three SIM cards.

Hongying will probably have to carry three mobile phones with her at all times.

The phone she's holding now is used for internal communication within her faction.

Of course, there's one card for those at the top, and another card for their informants.

Although very few people usually bother Hongying.

But quite a few people know her phone number.

Hongying couldn't guarantee that her phone number hadn't been leaked by some loose-lipped individual.

Hongying pressed the answer button: "Who is this?"

"Haven't you been looking for me?"

The messenger's voice came through the telephone.

Upon hearing this, Hongying paused for two seconds in confusion, then her eyes narrowed slightly as she turned her gaze toward Musi.

Ai Liang continues to speak out.

"Although I don't know exactly what you want from me, I happen to have a business deal that I'd like to discuss with you. How about we meet sometime?"

Let's talk...

Hongying gazed at Musi, lost in thought.

Although Mu Si was nominally Song Jie's colleague, he had only joined Song Jie's faction less than three months ago.

Even though Song Jie had already accepted Mu Si into the inner circle.

Hongying still had some concerns and was wary.

Especially recently, Mus has broken away from the organization and directly challenged her authority.

They went from being Song Jie's subordinates to having a cooperative relationship.

Originally, Mus was just a down-on-his-luck person who came seeking refuge.

As a result, they made a comeback in just a few months and started a new business.

This tactic took things to an even higher level, further fueling Hongying's apprehension towards Musi.

So when Hongying was sent over by Song Jie, she turned her phone volume down so low that only she could hear it.

But... since it concerned a messenger, Song Jie asked Hongying to cooperate fully when he sent her over.

Hongying was considering whether or not to tell Musi about the messenger's call.

She hesitated for five seconds.

In those five seconds, Hongying looked around the living room.

Notebooks, coffee cans, and maps covered the coffee table.

She made a decisive decision and handed the phone to Mus.

Hongying wouldn't mind doing something different with Musi.

But simply working as an assistant to Mus in this place is not an option.

Hongying said "Wait a moment," then covered the receiver and said to Mu Si, "It seems we don't need to slowly check the surveillance footage anymore."

"The messenger's trail has been found?!"

"Mus asked hurriedly."

"No trace of the messenger was found, but..."

Hongying licked her lips lightly as she said this: "This call was made by the person himself."

How could Mus possibly hold back after hearing this?

He threw the laptop aside and pounced on Hongying, knocking her down onto the sofa.

Then he reached out his evil hand and snatched the phone she was protecting in front of her chest.

"Old Li! It's me! It's Mu Si!"

What is a surprise? This is a surprise.

I worked tirelessly for two days and nights and found nothing, but now the other party has come to me of their own accord.

Mus felt as if he had spent a month memorizing an entire book to pass an ancient Chinese exam, only to miss one passage.

But on the eve of the exam, the teacher said that this exam would be open-book, and the exam would be about the very passage that had been missed.

This feeling was both painful and pleasurable.

On the other end of the phone...

"Old Li! It's me! It's Mu Si!"

Ai Liang: (ー_ー)!!
Can anyone tell me why this guy came to Qianhua City too?
We agreed to remain anonymous and stay out of the world.

He turned around and started hanging out with the information brokers in Chika City?
Should we say he's a man of his word, or a leopard can't change its spots...?

Ai Liang, with a hint of hesitation and helplessness, asked, "Why are you getting involved with Song Jie's people?"

Mus sighed, "Ah, this is a long story, a child without a mother..."

"Then let's make a long story short."

Ai Liang interrupted Mu Si's complaints.

He didn't slip in much cash, just enough to keep the call going for ten minutes.

"It's not something that can be explained in a short time. Let's meet somewhere when it's light and talk about it then."

Mus held his phone in one hand and flipped through his notebook with the other.

This is a record of all his backup phone numbers.

Mus randomly picked one, marked it with a black pen, and then read out the number.

Ai Liang, on the other end of the phone, wrote down the number.

To maintain his image as the messenger, he questioned Mu Si: "So, the person Song Jie was looking for about me was actually you? And you also orchestrated the throat-slitting incident?"

Mus looked miserable: "...Bro, can we not talk about these things in a public phone booth?"

Ai Liang didn't care about any of that.

If the police could receive the information just by making a phone call, that would be truly suspicious.

It cannot be denied that public telephones offer little security.

But this is based on the premise that someone comes to investigate.

Who would be so bored as to check the call records of a public phone?

Even if they investigate, Ai Liangren is already gone. What good would it do if they found out?

In the end, it will be Mus who suffers, not me.

Given Mus's cunning nature, the number he just gave me was definitely a backup phone number.

It's uncertain whether the call will be successful after today.

What a load of crap.

"Excuse me for being blunt, but you're involved with Song Jie's people and even offered a reward for my whereabouts. I can't believe you."

Ai Liang expressed her concerns in a very straightforward manner.

"Please, Lao Li, we used to be business partners, don't we? Is my credibility that low?"

Mus unconsciously adopted a pleading tone.

In the past, he wouldn't have been so humble.

But at this moment.

Whether the messenger is willing to come, and whether there is any news of the hermit, is a matter of life and death for him.

Matters concerning the hermit, whether big or small, must never be mentioned on the phone.

So no matter what, he had to meet the messenger face to face.

"Please book the meeting place in advance, and let me know when you arrive, okay?"

Mu Si handed over all the initiative to Ai Liang.

It can be said to be full of sincerity.

Hongying, standing to the side, looked at Mus with a strange gaze.

In their line of work, it's practically impossible to completely delegate the task of arranging meeting places to someone else.

Unless that information broker has absolute trust in that person.

No matter how much the Messenger was ostracized by the Asian Alliance, he was still the Asian Alliance's number one bounty hunter who had received the Medal of Honor.

Meanwhile, Mus is the shady intelligence chief of Nevada City.

No matter how you look at it, their relationship shouldn't be that good.

"we'll talk about it then."

Ai Liang neither agreed nor refused, and left the phone on the phone booth.

"Wait a moment……"

beep, beep, beep...

Hearing the busy tone on his phone, Mu Si's face turned pale and then flushed.

A thousand words can be summed up in one: "Damn it!"

Seeing the furious Mu Si, Hong Ying lifted her skirt and got off the sofa.

She walked up behind Mus, bringing with her a fragrant breeze, and reached out to retrieve her phone.

"Now that we've found the person, why don't we rest for the night?"

Hongying quietly wrapped her arms around Musi's waist and asked him a question while pressed against his back.

Mus did not answer, or rather, he had already answered.

He ignored the mischievous little hand around his waist, turned back to the sofa, and took out a stack of phone cards from his wallet.

After searching through the notebook for a while...

Mus inserted one of the cards into his phone.

He placed his phone on the coffee table, put on a stern face, crossed his arms, and stared at it without blinking.

Seeing this, Hongying frowned and complained.

"Are you so sure they'll call? What if they contact the police and track the phone signal? I don't want to get arrested with you."

"He won't contact the police."

"Now that he's started investigating the throat-slitting case, there's no way he'd contact the police," Mus said confidently.

A throat-slitting case? Is this related to the messenger?

Hongying secretly memorized this information.

"You really know him well. You two are clearly a lackey of the Asian Alliance and an intelligence broker."

After being rejected by Mu Si three times in a row, Hong Ying made a sarcastic remark.

However, her tone remained that of someone who was extremely flirtatious.

This woman has completely integrated the skills of a social butterfly into her very being.

Every move she made exuded charm.

Mu Si ignored her, and no matter how much Hong Ying tried to seduce her, he didn't even glance in her direction.

Feeling utterly bored, Hongying swayed her hips as she walked into the bathroom.

(End of this chapter)