Dark Light Chaser.

Octopus Street 686
Ai Liang casually glanced at the wine list and ordered a glass of tequila.

Since he's not really here to drink, this is just a token gesture.

After downing half a glass of strong liquor, Ai Liang turned to the bounty hunter beside her and asked, "I see that he looks pretty serious over there. Is something wrong?"

The bounty hunter glanced at Ai Liang: "You're an outsider, so you'd better not ask around. They're not as easy to talk to as I am."

Ai Liang said with a smile, "I just thought it was boring for you to be drinking alone like this, brother. If we get along, we can chat for a bit. If not, we can just keep drinking."

Hearing this, the bounty hunter was amused and couldn't help but take a few more glances at Ai Liang.

"Hey, you're more interesting than those young people who just want to have fun."

Ai Liang's words stirred up the bounty hunter's desire to confide. He had originally been looking forward to seeing those people make a fool of themselves, and sharing jokes maximizes happiness.

"It's not a big deal, but those people must have been tricked."

The bounty hunter glanced at his nearly empty glass and pushed it towards the bartender: "They bought information about someone from Skinny, and arranged to meet today, but they've been waiting for over an hour and still haven't seen him..."

Of course, it's possible that something happened to that skinny guy.

"Pan Junyuan?" Ai Liang thought for a moment, then said the name.

The bounty hunter looked somewhat surprised: "You actually knew?"

Ai Liang shook her head: "I only heard this name when I overheard people chatting downstairs, and the information was very fragmented."

The bounty hunter sighed, then raised his glass: "Has the news spread this far? It seems this kid won't be able to hide for much longer. Poor kid, wish him good luck."

The bounty hunter looked regretful.

"Judging from your tone, is that wanted criminal being framed?" Ai Liang asked.

"Hmph, wronged?" The bounty hunter scoffed. "They're not trying to frame that young man; they're openly murdering him to silence him."

Putting aside the question of whether a kid in his early twenties would do something as heinous as setting fire to his parents and uncle's family, who could be surfing the internet in an internet cafe one second and then running more than ten kilometers away to burn his whole family to death the next?
When that kid was taken to the detention center, he had no idea what was going on.

The bounty hunter's expression gradually came to life.

"His family owns a piece of land that the Toyosaki Group wants. This is no secret in the underworld. The two sides have been negotiating for six months without reaching an agreement..."

"Aze."

The bartender tapped the glass in front of him with a bar spoon.

The bounty hunter, who had been getting more and more excited, suddenly calmed down.

"Sorry, this guy gets easily agitated when he drinks too much. I hope I didn't scare you," the bartender said with a smile.

"Yes, that's how the world is. There are some things that others can do, but we can't even talk about."

The bounty hunter chuckled to himself, "But all I can do is talk. I don't have the guts to actually give up everything and go against the Toyosaki Group. I'll just grumble cynically in bars."

After saying that, he downed the entire glass of wine in one gulp.

His appearance made Ai Liang suspect that he might get drunk and die on the bar tonight.

Although Ai Liang was subtly influencing the bounty hunter's emotions, the effect was clearly a bit too much.

Ai Liang channeled her mental energy into soothing words and continued, "I came to find you, brother, because I wanted to ask you about some things. Do you know where that skinny guy usually hangs out?"

Upon hearing this, the bounty hunter's eyebrows immediately furrowed: "Hey, you wouldn't be thinking of making that ill-gotten 800,000, would you?"

Ai Liang waved his hand: "Brother, you're joking. I'm not interested in that little bit of money. I just need help with some minor troubles."

"Oh, then I advise you not to bother with Skinny Skin. He's just a small troublemaker who doesn't care about 800,000. Skinny Skin is no help at all."

The bounty hunter's attitude suddenly turned cold, clearly disbelieving Ai Liang's explanation.

The other party gradually became wary, and various disdainful thoughts flashed through their mind, but they still couldn't find any information about the skinny guy.

Ai Liang thought about it and decided that since her current identity was essentially a ghost to society, she might as well be more direct.

"Brother, you've misunderstood. To tell you the truth, I actually want to get a fake identity. I wonder if you have any connections?" Ai Liang said seriously.

The bounty hunter looked at Ai Liang strangely. "You're really joking." Not only him, but even the bartender who was just standing in the background gave Ai Liang a strange look.

That expression seemed to say, "Your question is so stupid it's hard to tell if you're joking or genuinely naive."

'Help someone create a fake identity? I don't want to die.'

Ai Liang caught on to their thoughts and immediately realized that getting fake documents from Asia Union was probably not an easy task.

Just as Ai Liang was about to explain, a commotion suddenly came from the private room behind her.

Skinny skin has disappeared!
Ai Liang immediately shut her mouth and focused her attention on the group of people behind her.

Fish Street.

Ai Liang has located a new location.

The first person to receive the message left first, clearly heading to Fish Street to find Skinny.

Ai Liang took out her wallet and casually pulled out a few gold-edged banknotes, slapping them on the bar.

"The extra money is on me, it's my treat for you, brother."

After saying that, Ai Liang hurriedly followed the man.

The bounty hunter next to him opened his mouth, his eyelids twitching as he looked at the banknotes on the bar: "I'm starting to believe he doesn't care about 800,000. Do you think I should go and help him out? For the sake of the drinks."

The calm and collected the money after verifying it.

"Didn't you say that minding your own business is your life motto? You can drink to your heart's content for the next few days."

The bounty hunter thought about it and agreed.

Since you've made up your mind to retire, why bother with trivial matters? Getting entangled in the mire will only make you sink deeper.

Such a person, whose origins are unclear and who spends lavishly, is either a rich fool or a big problem.

"Another fried chicken cutlet, please!"

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Outside the bar, watching the bounty hunter drive away, Ai Liang thought that before getting a fake identity, she should probably get a vehicle first.

Relying solely on two legs to navigate the city, you'll be completely lost if the journey is even slightly long.

Fortunately, that person had already been mentally marked, otherwise it would have been really difficult to track him down.

Using money as a stepping stone, Ai Liang successfully persuaded a motorcycle driver to give her a ride to Fish Street.

The so-called Fish Street is an alleyway mainly composed of two-story bungalows.

Behind the rusty, peeling gate at the entrance, several people with large tattoos on their arms were leaning against the wall smoking.

The entrance to the small shop further inside was crowded with young people playing cards around a low table, and you could hear their loud, foul language from a distance.

A few women, heavily made up and wearing fishnet stockings, stood at the entrance of the hair salon, scrolling through their phones.

At a glance, there wasn't a single elderly person or child.

This scene made Ai Liang feel as if she had traveled back to the late 20th century.

This might be acceptable if it happened in a remote area, but this is the city center, less than two kilometers from the subway plaza.

It's truly baffling that such a prime location is in this state.

Ai Liang suppressed her doubts, ignored the scrutinizing gazes of the heavily tattooed men, and headed straight for the marked target, becoming more and more vigilant the further she went.

After turning a corner in the alley, cigarette butts and tinfoil could be seen next to almost every trash can, and the sounds of panting and spitting rose and fell from the dark alley on both sides.

The shops along the way were either mahjong parlors or arcades.

Gambling, prostitution, and drugs are the main components of Fish Street.

(End of this chapter)