Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Question of Identity
Eight days after moving out of the manor.

Led by the nanny, Ai Liang explored the entire neighborhood.

The main purpose was to familiarize myself with the nearby surveillance and security systems so I could sneak out at night to scout the area.

Just as Ai Liang had predicted, Ai Zhe and Feng Yue, the parents, would come home on time to spend with their child for the first two days after they moved in.

However, after a casual conversation about business issues on the third day before dinner, the two returned to their original state, each going back to their bedroom or study to work alone as soon as they got home.

Starting from the fifth day, he made various excuses not to go home, leaving Ai Liang and the nanny to live here.

Whether there are that many jobs is unclear, but the intention to avoid the other party under the pretext of work is obvious.

Since there was no chance to reconcile them, Ai Liang simply let things take their course and focused on her own affairs.

At 8:30 p.m., the nanny had returned to her room to rest after being mentally guided.

Ai Liang stood confidently in front of the bathroom mirror and pinched her cheeks.

His original height of 1.4 meters began to slowly expand, and his muscles writhed like liquid metal.

Ten minutes later, a young man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and around 31 or 32 years old appeared in the mirror.

Through continuous practice, Ai Liang has been able to control the time of physical transformation within five to fifteen minutes.

The simpler and more skilled the transformation, the shorter the time required; something like turning a fingernail into a claw can be done in just a few seconds.

Ai Liang raised her hand and touched her chin, making some minor adjustments to her face shape.

This face was not created out of thin air, but rather modified based on that of a Medal of Honor recipient.

To be honest, Ai Liang isn't really good at character creation. In her past life, when playing games, she either used the system presets or randomly found some character creation data online.

In this life, I inherited the "talent" from my previous life when it comes to character creation; no matter how I try, it always looks awkward.

As Ai Liang practiced using Li Yongming as a reference, she became more and more skilled with Li Yongming's face, so she simply decided to use this face as a reference and make some minor modifications to debut directly.

He's the kind of person who looks like Li Yongming at first glance, but upon closer inspection, is actually someone else.

After changing into the clothes she had prepared in advance and taking her wallet, Ai Liang went to the bedroom balcony and lightly jumped over the railing.

rustle.

A faint scraping sound came from the soles of the shoes against the ground.

Fortunately, the floor I lived on wasn't too high, and landing on my toes absorbed most of the force, so it didn't cause much of a commotion.

Ai Liang skillfully bypassed the bodyguards and entered the street. Using the city map in her mind, she walked along the sidewalk towards the Bounty Hunter Service Center while looking for a taxi.

With the issue of freedom resolved, the next step is to address the issue of identity.

In the information age, not having a mobile banking account is undoubtedly a very troublesome thing, and to get these things, you need a fake identity.

Ai Liang didn't want this identity to have anything to do with her original self, so everything had to start from scratch.

Ai Liang touched the bulging wallet in her pocket: "Getting a fake identity from a fake document maker would be outside my knowledge... Hopefully I can get some information about all sorts of people from the bounty hunters."

'No need for all that trouble. I can just easily control a few people and create fake identities.'

Anliang, who had been silent since they set off, suddenly spoke.

“Bringing you here will likely have negative consequences. Firstly, I’m not in a hurry about my identity, and secondly, I have no grudge against anyone, so there’s no need to drive them to a mental illness.”

After listening, Anliang scoffed dismissively, "Heh, all talk and no action. You're just filling your wallet with thousand-yuan bills, aren't you? You're just plotting to use petty thugs to set up a sting operation."

Ai Liang replied seriously, "Making fake documents is not a respectable profession. I need a starting point or an introducer."

Moreover, what I did was legitimate self-defense, and there was absolutely no problem with it, either legally or morally.

'Taking off your pants to fart.'

After leaving those words, Anliang fell silent.

After a year of getting along, Ai Liang had long since gotten used to An Liang's temper and didn't take his nonsense to heart at all.

If he took it to heart, he'd be driven crazy by this guy sooner or later. Ai Liang didn't know if there were other people in the world like him, so he chose to keep a low profile.

If there are other people in the world with similar abilities, keeping a low profile can bring safety, and he cannot be sure that he is the strongest one.

If not, Ai Liang doesn't want to make the whole world her enemy by listening to An Liang's unbridled manipulation of humanity.

A normal person's moral bottom line is a horizontal boundary in their heart, but this guy Anliang's bottom line is vertical, making it easy for him to climb up and down.

As for morality? Darkness has never had such a thing.

He always acted according to his own interests, and in his eyes, human life was no more precious than a wildflower picked casually by the roadside.

Ai Liang avoided surveillance cameras and hurried toward her destination. After walking nearly five kilometers, she finally encountered a taxi.

"Go to the Bounty Hunter Service Center."

Ai Liang took out a banknote and handed it to the driver.

The driver stared at the thousand-yuan bill with its gold trim, looking hesitant. After a long pause, he reached out and removed the small surveillance camera from the rearview mirror.

He spoke cautiously, "Sir, the Bounty Hunter Service Center is closed at this time. Also... do you have any change? I usually use mobile payment and don't have change."

'You scared the driver half to death.'

Ai Liang ignored An Liang with a dark expression and asked in a deep voice, "Doesn't the Bounty Hunter Service Center close at ten o'clock?"

The driver forced a smile and said, "That's how it's supposed to be according to the regulations, but actually the bounty hunter service center in Nevada City closes around 7 p.m.

Thanks to the Hunter's Bar, it's basically become a decoration... Is this your first time in Nevada?

Hahaha, that's hilarious! A native Inner Mongolian is being treated like an outsider.

Tsk tsk tsk, paying the fare without using a mobile phone and handing over a thousand-yuan bill that's rarely seen in daily life, this driver probably thinks you're a hired hitman.

Judging from his flustered and comical appearance, he's probably racking his brains trying to figure out how not to provoke your murderous intent.

'Shut up! '

Ai Liang mentally scolded him and immediately silenced An Liang.

He then put his hand behind his head and looked embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I've always been curious about bounty hunters, but my family wouldn't let me get involved, so I secretly ran away from home."

Considering that the area within a few kilometers is a high-end residential area, the driver reluctantly accepted this reason.

After receiving the change from Ai Liang, the driver said, "Young man, your family must be well-off. Take my advice, it's best to avoid contact with bounty hunters if possible."

This was the first time Ai Liang had heard such praise about Neva City from a local, unfamiliar person. He asked with curiosity, "Why do you say that? When I traveled to other places, I often heard people say that the bounty hunters in Neva City are very skilled."

"Many bounty hunters in Neva City have blood on their hands, how could they not be formidable?"

The driver gave a wry smile: "Young man, take my advice. Dealing with people who have blood on their hands is not a fun thing. Don't bring movies into reality. Those people are not easy to get along with at all."

Especially here, there are almost no barriers to registering as a bounty hunter, and nobody knows what the bounty hunters you come into contact with are doing behind the scenes.

Not long ago, a colleague of mine was caught by a bounty hunter who broke two of his fingers to force him to reveal the passenger's whereabouts because he had picked up the wrong person.

Don't laugh at me, but the reason I came here to drive a taxi is because I was worried about encountering the same thing. I'm planning to switch careers after a while.

Considering he wouldn't be driving a taxi anymore, the driver went on and on about many other things after saying those words, as if he wanted to release all the pent-up pressure.

"...If you really want to understand bounty hunters, I suggest you check their reputation score before contacting them. Those with a score below 80 have generally committed some kind of crime. You can decide for yourself."

Upon arrival at their destination, the driver immediately shut his mouth and didn't say a word. After Ai Liang got out of the car, he made no attempt to linger and turned around and left.

Although Ai Liang listened to the driver's complaints all the way, she managed to extract some useful information from them.

The Hunter's Bar, not far away, became the new target.

"Hopefully we'll find clues about the fake documents tonight."

Ai Liang patted her coat and strode towards the bar.

(End of this chapter)