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Chapter 691 Trading
One person lay trembling on the ground, while the other picked up a pistol and smiled.

Just when Pan Junyuan thought his path to revenge was completely over, a hand appeared in front of him.

“I told you in the hotel that I meant you no harm, and I hope you can try to believe me.”

Pan Junyuan looked up again at Ai Liang, who was bending down and reaching out: "You didn't come here to arrest me?"

Ai Liang didn't explain; he had already said it many times.

Actions speak louder than words.

Pan Junyuan stared at Ai Liang's hands for a long time before finally using his own hands to support himself as he stood up.

"Remember to turn off the safety before putting your gun away next time, or you'll be the one who suffers the consequences one day."

Ai Liang gripped the muzzle of the gun and tossed it to Pan Junyuan.

The latter didn't have time to catch it with her hands, and hurriedly hugged it into her arms.

Faced with his recovered weapon, Pan Junyuan was now somewhat convinced that Ai Liang hadn't come to arrest him.

In a hostile situation, no one would willingly hand over a weapon that could threaten their life to another.

"Can I borrow your phone?"

Ai Liang reached out her hand to Pan Junyuan.

"what you up to."

Pan Junyuan's heart, which had just been at ease, was now filled with anxiety again.

"Stop talking nonsense and give him your phone. If he really wanted to harm you, would you have refused when he pointed a gun at you and demanded your phone?"

After being rebuffed, Pan Junyuan hesitantly handed over his channels for obtaining information from the outside world to Ai Liang.

Just as he was about to take off the Bluetooth headset and hand it over, Ai Liang had already disconnected the Bluetooth and turned on speakerphone.

"What should I call you?" Ai Liang asked.

“You can call me Mr. M, and what about you?” the man who called himself Mr. M asked in return.

This question stumped Ai Liang.

He made many preparations to establish himself in Nevada, but he forgot the most important thing: to give himself a name or nickname.

Seeing this, Mr. M thought that Ai Liang did not want to reveal her identity, so he offered a way out: "If you don't want to answer, you can just make up a code name like me. I can't keep calling you 'Hey'."

After thinking for a moment, Ai Liang recalled the fortune-telling shop, the last stop on her journey, and decided to use a tarot card from the fortune-telling results as her code name.

"Hermit, just call me Hermit."

"The one in the tarot cards?"

Mr. M entered the name into the database but received no results.

"Are you from the island?"

"Why do you say that."

“Generally speaking, we rarely use such tongue-twisting names on the mainland, but I've heard they're quite popular over there.”

"I'm not."

"If it's not true, then it's not true. I'm more curious about your purpose than where you're from."

Don't talk about helping others. You were the one who blocked Pan Junyuan in the hotel, weren't you? You must have had your own purpose in questioning Skinny.

Since I'm not interested in Pan Junyuan's bounty, my target must be the person who helped Pan Junyuan hide for half a year under heavy pursuit, which is me.

Although I don't know what you like about me, we're both adults, so let's be direct.

Mr. M was certain that Ai Liang had some trouble that she needed to resolve herself.

Otherwise, there would be no reason for them to voluntarily get involved in the Toyosaki Group's mess.

Is my purpose that obvious?

Mr. M's bluntness made Ai Liang a little embarrassed: "Can't it be considered an act of heroism?" "Then you're right to come to me. I have the contact information for a psychiatrist here. Do you want it?"

Damn, that's for sure.

Seemingly thinking that Ai Liang was unconvinced, Mr. M continued, "The Fengqi Group doesn't have absolute power in Nevada City. If they want to arrest Pan Junyuan, their rivals will definitely interfere."

Pan Junyuan wanted revenge, and the rivals of the Fengqi Group were naturally happy to see that happen. That's why I was sent here. Otherwise, do you think I'd be so bored as to be tied to this kid? I'm not his father.

Upon hearing this, Ai Liang looked up at Pan Junyuan, who was silently leaning against the motorcycle. The latter didn't react much, probably because he already knew this.

The pitiful sight of him licking his wounds alone, all alone, made Ai Liang sigh.

"Make a deal."

Mr. M took a sip of tea: "Speak."

"I will work with you to find the real arsonist and collect evidence of the Toyosaki Group's crimes until that kid gets his revenge."

"...Wouldn't you like to consider getting the contact information for a psychiatrist? It's free, no money required."

Ai Liang said very seriously, "To be honest, I don't know what's wrong with this city, but from what I've seen and heard today, I can tell that the people of Neva City are sick, and seriously sick."

To be honest, I think you're the one who's sick.

Mr. M is now genuinely considering introducing Ai Liang to a psychiatrist. Are there still such kind-hearted people in Nevada these days?
"Fine, if you insist on getting involved, I won't stop you. For me, having someone to keep an eye on this kid would be great. So, what are the conditions?"

Ai Liang replied truthfully, "It's very simple. Just give me a legitimate identity. I'm currently considered an unregistered resident, so I need necessities like a mobile phone and bank cards. Of course, it would be even better if you could get me a gun."

"So you're kidding me? Everything else is easy to solve, but getting a legitimate identity? Are you really not some lunatic who escaped from a mental hospital?"

Wait, you didn't smuggle yourself in from Europe, did you?

Mr. M was genuinely shocked by Ai Liang's naive behavior.

"Is it really that hard to get an identity in the Asian Union?" Ai Liang asked rhetorically.

Mr. M slapped his forehead: "As long as you can afford the price, you can have rocket launchers and mortars, but if you're caught using fake citizen cards in the Asian Union, you'll lose your head!"

After testing several groups of people, they all had the same attitude. It seems that making fake documents is indeed a taboo subject in the Asian Union, and I don't know why.

Unable to obtain a fake identity, Ai Liang settled for second best: "The phone Pan Junyuan is using, you prepared it for him, right?"

"Mobile phone and bank card are no problem. I can use someone else's citizen card to apply. As long as I don't do anything shady, it will be more than enough to meet my daily needs."

Mr. M labeled Ai Liang as an outsider: "I'll prepare the handgun and stuff for you in a bit, deduct it from your wages, which will be paid every week."

"Do you have a place to stay? If not, move to the new hideout with that kid. We'll talk on the way."

"I think you've misunderstood something."

Ai Liang explained with a strange expression, "I have my own place to stay."

"Let's exchange contact information. We'll get in touch once we've settled in."

"I don't have a cell phone."

Where did this paranoia come from?! Even if they didn't want to reveal their identity, there was no need to go to this extent!
Mr. M began to regret collaborating with Ai Liang.

"Have Pan Junyuan take out the spare phone from his bag."

Since the hands-free mode was on, Pan Junyuan proactively opened his backpack and handed over another phone without Ai Liang having to say anything.

“My contact information is on that phone. I’ll contact you if I need to. Now, can we let Pan Junyuan leave? It’s only a matter of time before those bounty hunters find this warehouse by following the clues.”

"No problem, when can you prepare what I need?"

Before returning the phone to Pan Junyuan, Ai Liang asked one last question.

"Soon, it won't take long, but before I can prepare the things for you, I need to clean up Pan Junyuan's mess. It'll take two days at the earliest, five days at the latest, and no more than a week. Once I've dealt with his problem, I'll tell you where to pick up the goods. Any other questions?"

"Gone."

(End of this chapter)