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Chapter 62 The Miser
After several days of torrential rain, it finally turned into a light drizzle.

However, this tranquility is only superficial. The weather forecast says that there will be another heavy rain that lasts for several days soon, but that will have nothing to do with Ai Liang then.

Ai Liang, wearing a black raincoat, got off the bus and arrived at the familiar Jinyang Avenue.

He randomly found a public restroom nearby, transformed his face into that of a hermit, and came here today to say goodbye to his old partner.

Ai Liang avoided the surveillance cameras and went to a waste recycling station.

The scavengers, looking dejected, emerged from the tin gate in twos and threes.

Two days after Xu Zhihai mysteriously disappeared, this group of elderly men and women went to the police station to make a scene, demanding that they find Xu Zhihai's whereabouts.

However, all they received in the end was news of Xu Zhihai's death.

He was killed after witnessing an illegal transaction while scavenging in an abandoned warehouse.

This is the standardized statement given by the police officers in accordance with the requirements from above.

When Xu Zhihai was alive, he was very kind to everyone here and would lend a helping hand no matter what difficulties they encountered.

These scavengers genuinely treated Xu Zhihai like their own grandson, but unfortunately, the real Xu Zhihai had long since sold his body to the devil, and what they were with was merely the echo of his consciousness.

It was already late, and Ai Liang only came out of the nearby alley after the last scavenger had left the recycling station.

Ai Liang casually picked up a piece of iron from some machine and cut the circuit of the recycling station camera.

To save electricity, the boss once connected the recycle bin's surveillance system to the public surveillance system, meaning that the surveillance video might have been backed up on the business unit's hard drive.

That's why Ai Liang took direct action to destroy the surveillance camera.

Ai Liang stepped through the recycling station door and arrived at the mustachioed man's office.

The person involved was completely unaware of what was wrong outside and was still sitting in front of the computer carefully checking the bills.

"Mus".

Ai Liang called out from the doorway.

stab.

The chair and floor made a piercing noise.
The man with the mustache, or rather, the underground intelligence broker Mus, flashed a fierce glint in his eyes after hearing someone call his name, and quickly rushed under the desk.

"It is I, the Hermit." Ai Liang took off his hood, revealing a face with a hint of wildness.

"Brother, I was wrong, please forgive me! How was I supposed to know that the police investigation into the ragpicker's death would lead them to discover our secondhand business?"

"I'm sobbing," Mus said, crouching under the table.

"Now that I'm here, I naturally know your identity. Continuing to pretend will only waste our time." Ai Liang approached step by step, stopping two meters away from the desk.

"You can continue to play dumb and try to pry open the floor tiles to get the gun, but when you point the gun at me, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The commotion under the table immediately subsided.

Mus slowly peeked half his head out from behind the computer screen.

"Damn, it really is you! How did you know about my identity?" When Mu Si saw Ai Liang's face, his heart immediately relaxed.

He thought some shady character had discovered his true identity and was planning to impersonate a hermit to finish him off.

As for why we didn't suspect they were police officers?

If the police have clues, why would they waste time talking to you? They'd just pull out a gun, point it at your head, and beg for your cooperation.

In response to Mus's questioning, Ai Liang replied, "It would be hard to find another person in Nevada as stingy as you."

The discovery of Mus's identity actually came from their meeting at the breakfast shop a month ago.

If Ai Liang hadn't discovered his identity, she wouldn't have bothered helping him find his phone or listening to his nonsense with the steamed bun shop owner.

It's really embarrassing for an underground intelligence dealer to have his phone stolen by a pickpocket.

However, Ai Liang glossed over the matter and didn't tell Mu Si the truth, because telling him would be no different from a werewolf self-destructing.

“Who says we can’t find one? This guy surnamed Sun is just as stingy as me. He abandoned his wife and children and ran away alone to save money.”

Mus brushed off non-existent dust from his knees and sat back down in his office chair.

"I've been playing this guy all these years, and even earned the title of the perfect gentleman. Damn it! The more I think about it, the more I feel cheated. I paid for the dialysis, I did all the good deeds, and in the end, all the credit goes to that scumbag!"

Mus was indignant and slammed his fist on the table, whether out of dissatisfaction with that scumbag or regret for his reputation for handing over the spoils.

Yes, there aren't that many touching and heartwarming stories in the world. As mentioned before, there are bound to be more troubles than happiness, and tragedies far outweigh comedies.

What a load of rubbish about a loyal and righteous man! If it weren't for Mus needing a fake identity to infiltrate this family, the child would have been sent to an orphanage long ago, and the grass on the woman's grave would be half a meter tall by now.

After muttering to himself for a while, Mus finally steered the conversation back on track: "So why did you come to see me? Who exactly is Xu Zhihai and the guy who wrecked my bar? I'm practically wanted by all of Nevada now!"

If we're talking about which bystander was most unfairly targeted in the series of events orchestrated by the Thousand-Faced Man, it would undoubtedly be Mu Si.

The Man of a Thousand Faces wanted to use Mus to lure out the Hermit because of his close relationship with him.

After the Countermeasures Bureau discovered from a series of events that the Hermit was also involved and might possess cursed artifacts, they also turned their attention to Mus.

He was thus implicated by Ai Liang, inadvertently getting involved with two powerful figures from different regions.

Mus originally wanted to teach those arrogant fools a lesson, but before he could even teach them a lesson, the authorities suddenly turned against him and began searching for him.

This has made it impossible for him to show his face now; he can only play the role of the recycling station owner, and he almost lost even that identity.

Xu Zhihai was also implicated in the incident. When a group of police officers surrounded the recycling station, Mu Si was almost scared to death on the spot. Fortunately, in the end, it was just a simple questioning.

However, before leaving, they took over the second-hand goods supply chain, causing Mus to suffer greatly from his upstream supplier.

Ai Liang came here to remind Mu Si that Neva City could no longer tolerate him.

“Xu Zhihai, the people who smashed your bar, and the group that contacted the Cat's Eye Gang ten years ago are all connected. Do you want to keep asking?” Ai Liang used a comparison to explain just how much trouble he had gotten himself into.

Mus, who was originally panting heavily with anger, was like a rooster with its neck being choked, and all his complaints were swallowed back.

"So the agency that's actually looking for me is a special official organization?"

"Mus asked tentatively."

Although he didn't know exactly what that special agency did, just by looking at how secretive it was, he knew that if he was caught, he would definitely never come back.

“That’s right, they originally came looking for me, but I was too well hidden, so they turned their attention to you.” Ai Liang frankly admitted that she had implicated him.

Ai Liang trusted Mu Si's character and wasn't worried that he would hold a grudge. He had risen to prominence because of the Hermit's reputation, and now he was declining because of the Hermit, which was a fitting conclusion.

(End of this chapter)