Dark Light Chaser.

Chapter 688 Fighting and Listening

Ai Liang stepped into the elevator and pressed the buttons for each floor. Finally, on the fourth floor, she caught a whiff of the two people's scent.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, his ears caught the sounds from inside first.

"Brother, to be honest, if you don't run away now and leave me tied up here, they'll come looking for us sooner or later. They might already be on their way."

"Don't forget that it was my men who discovered your whereabouts and reported to me. Even if you tie me up here, those hounds can still get clues from my men and raid your hiding place."

“I know those rental properties well. If I really wanted to arrest you, I would have gathered people to block your door long ago. The reason I had to sell your whereabouts was because I had no choice.”

"Take my advice, let's compromise. You take my car now and leave. I promise I won't go anywhere for an hour. That's enough time for you to pack your things and get out of town..."

"Shut up!"

Listening to the conversation in the room, Ai Liang grinned. So the 800,000 yuan bounty that a group of people wanted to earn had fallen into the hands of him, a mere passerby. Was this a case of being forced into the game?
Forget it, whatever. I was reborn into a wealthy and well-connected family, and I even awakened superpowers from a young age. If I were to live a life that's already like this, would I be doing myself justice if I were to live a life that's too restrictive?
Having the ability to shapeshift, one is essentially a ghost that doesn't exist in this society.

If those bounty hunters cause trouble, I'll just break all their legs.

With her mind at ease, Ai Liang no longer hesitated and raised her hand to press the doorbell.

Excuse me, is the skinny skin type included?

The noise vanished instantly, replaced by heavy breathing and heartbeats.

The people inside remained silent, seemingly pretending to be sleeping passengers.

As Ai Liang listened to the heartbeat gradually approaching the door, she took off her mask and smiled at the peephole.

The young man named Pan Junyuan was on edge; even without using his mental senses, one could smell the anxiety and fear emanating from him.

“Pan Junyuan, I know you’re inside. I’m just here to ask that skinny guy for some information.”

Don't worry, I'm not interested in your bounty; on the contrary, I sympathize with your plight.

If I wanted to arrest you, I could have simply asked the front desk supervisor for a universal room key and launched a surprise attack. There's no need for me to stand here and talk to you, is there?

By the way, I'm not the only one looking for Skinny Guy. Those people won't be able to find this place for long by following his car. I'm standing here, the best example of that. If I were you, I wouldn't just sit here and wait to die.

Ai Liang spoke very sincerely, but Pan Junyuan inside clearly wouldn't believe one side of the story.

Pan Junyuan remained silent.

He pointed his gun at the door, taking a step back with each breath he took, until he reached the window. He quietly sat on the windowsill, pulled back the curtains, and only turned around slowly when both his legs were outside the window and no one broke in.

During the exchange, the muzzle paused briefly as it grazed the skin, and after a few seconds of hesitation, he ultimately did not pull the trigger.

The skinny guy, tied to the chair, didn't dare to breathe too loudly, afraid that any noise would agitate Pan Junyuan and cause him to explode in a fit of rage.

When the gun was pointed at him, he didn't even dare to breathe.

Boom!
Pan Junyuan fell straight into the trash can below. Ignoring his sore and numb legs, he immediately flipped over the trash can and ran towards the skinny car on all fours.

Ai Liang was fully aware of the situation inside the room.

To be honest, he was somewhat interested in Pan Junyuan's situation and wanted to use his own strength to help this poor man.

However, Ai Liang also knew that Pan Junyuan, who had been hiding for half a year under the pursuit of bounty hunters, would not easily accept help from strangers, so she did not say anything about offering to help.

The mental marker has been applied, so as long as Pan Junyuan doesn't escape the range of mental perception, Ai Liang can find him no matter where he hides.

Next, we should...

Bang! Clang!

Skinny, carrying a chair, stumbled and fell all the way to the door and bit the doorknob with his teeth.

"Pah! Damn it! This lousy door!"

The skinny guy spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva: "Brother, do me a favor and untie the rope first. I promise I'll answer whatever you want to ask!"

Skinny turned his plump body away from Ai Liang, his hunched posture resembling that of a turtle.

Why is your nickname "Skinny Skin" when you're such a fat guy with a big belly?
Do locals always give each other nicknames in reverse?

Ai Liang stared at the twisting and turning body and found it an eyesore: "Your chair is practically attached to your butt, can't you just sit down and stop moving around?"

"It is also true."

Skinny quickly agreed and slowly squatted down. After untying the thin rope and cable ties, Skinny subconsciously reached into his pocket, looking for his phone, which brought him a sense of security, before realizing that Pan Junyuan had confiscated his phone and car keys.

He wiped his lips, which had been scratched by the doorknob, with the back of his hand and cursed under his breath.

He then patted the dust off his shirt, and the fat on his belly rippled with each pat.

After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and tidying himself up, he turned around to look at Ai Liang.

He's a meticulous person, but a bit too particular about things he doesn't care about.

The skinny guy squinted his small eyes and said with a forced smile, "Brother, you saved me. I will never refuse to help you if you need anything in the future. But for now, can I borrow your phone to send a message to my men so I can prepare some good food and drinks to entertain you?"

"And send a message to those mad dogs so they don't come to my place and bite people, making a fool of themselves for you, brother."

Skinny kept a safe distance from Ai Liang, while secretly peeking through the gaps in his eyelids to see where Ai Liang could hide a weapon.

What he says and what he does are two completely opposite things. I don't think he made the call to prepare good food and drinks.

"I don't have a cell phone."

Skinny Skin's heart sank; he feared he had just escaped one danger only to fall into another.

“I have no interest in kidnapping you. I came all this way just to ask you a few questions.” Ai Liang walked to the window and peered at the ground.

Another one targeting Pan Junyuan? But they deliberately let him escape...

His thin, small eyes darted around, and after a long silence, he said in a slightly hesitant tone, "That Xiao Pan is also a pitiful person. Considering you saved my life, I'll give you a heads-up: that 800,000 is a hot potato."

"Oh? What do you mean?"

Ai Liang immediately became interested and even put aside the matter of obtaining a fake identity.

Before ringing the doorbell, Skinny genuinely wanted to persuade Pan Junyuan to run away; he could tell it wasn't a lie.

Could it be that this fat guy with the wicked look is actually someone with a conscience?

The reason you don't want to take the 800,000 is because you're afraid your conscience won't allow it.

"You're not the person behind him?" Skinny asked, slightly surprised.

“I just found out about this from the Hunter’s Bar,” Ai Liang said truthfully.

"..."

"..."

"Damn! He's a total loser, what a waste of my time!" "Looks like I was overthinking it."

They both thought the same thing at the same time.

Ai Liang pressed on, "What do you mean by '800,000 is too hot to handle'?"

"It's nothing. I suspect that little brat has someone protecting him, so this money won't be easy to take."

Skinny waved his hand impatiently, trying to avoid Ai Liang and go out, but he heard a thud as soon as he took his first step.

"What do you mean?"

The skinny man glared at Ai Liang, who was blocking the doorway, with an unfriendly expression.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to chat." Ai Liang put her hand on the back of the chair.

The skinny guy sneered, completely abandoning his previous docile demeanor: "Heh, have a chat? Since you've barely managed to help me out, you'd better get out of my way! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude..."

Click.

The solid wood chair back made a crisp sound.

Ai Liang casually broke off a stick, gripped it with one hand, and when she released it, the stick, which was more than two fingers thick, was broken in two.

"Chat?"

"Well, you say."

(End of this chapter)