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Chapter 112 Information is for sale (th update)

Although he felt sorry for missing out on a unique skill, Feng Xue still relaxed and started today's work.

After all, one skill is nothing. With such a huge skill library as the Hive, he does not lack one-nineteenth of the inheritance of this organization.

"But speaking of which, it seems that No. 6 and No. 7 are also imprisoned in the hive, right? Maybe they were among those thieving masters' skills."

Feng Xue muttered to herself as she stepped on the sewing machine, occasionally flipping through the book "A Study of Jianghu Jargon". Although it was just jargon, it was more interesting to read than she had imagined, because it was not only a code word, but also represented the customs and habits of different regions. For example, various animals could often be seen in the jargon of the northern Qingyun region, while people in the south were accustomed to using business terms to refer to them.

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The morning work ended quickly, and the "node" that Feng Xue had been waiting for for a long time finally arrived. Although he wanted to swallow the food in one gulp, the habit he developed from his fourteen years of career as a phantom thief made him restrain this impulse.

Making it impossible for others to see through what you are thinking is the most basic quality of a magician. If you can't even do this, then don't even think about diverting attention.

After finishing his lunch leisurely, Feng Xue once again appeared in the exercise ground he had been longing for as the team lined up again. And the man with tattoos all over his body, just like the previous two times of exercise, stood in a position that was not very conspicuous, but could be seen if one wanted to.

Suppressing his nervousness and anxiety, Feng Xue, wearing the vest of a sunny and cheerful big boy, shortened the distance to about ten meters, and with the help of the sniper's excellent eyesight, read his conversation with the client.

However, the other party did not seem to be on guard too much. Instead, he looked as if he wanted everyone to know that I was doing business. In just a quarter of an hour, I had finalized several deals, ranging from cigarettes, alcohol to posters and magazines, all kinds of small things.

But that was not what Feng Xue wanted. He waited for a while, and seeing that no one came forward, he walked closer.

"Mr. Feng?! You seem to be in a good mood?" The tattooed man, who had noticed Feng Xue a long time ago, immediately took two steps forward when he saw him coming forward and said with a smile on his face.

Feng Xue spread his hands and said:

"Nothing, just figured out some things."

"Yes, yes, yes. In this world, people need to be more open-minded. It's useless to keep everything in your heart! You must want something when you come to me, right? As long as I can do it, I will definitely get it for you!"

The tattooed man patted his chest and made the assurance, his eyes flickering with an inexplicable expectation.

Feng Xue was wearing a vest, but he was not worried about being seen too much. He stopped the other party from talking nonsense and said directly:

"Let's talk about payment first... I don't think you're going to ask me to pay you cash here, right?"

"Of course not." The tattooed man shook his head repeatedly, then moved a little closer, but was worried that Feng Xue would react. Only after he was sure that Feng Xue had no complaints did he whisper:
"Ordinary things only require money. You can ask someone outside to transfer the money, or you can provide an account and we will go to withdraw it ourselves. However, you should also understand that the people below are manipulative, so if we withdraw it, you'd better use up all your savings at once."

"What about the unusual ones?"

Feng Xue raised her eyebrows and asked in a rather playful tone. The tattooed man's muscles slightly tensed, but he still shook his head calmly:
"I don't know what you mean..."

"gang war."

Feng Xue uttered three words, and the tattooed man was slightly stunned. Before he could argue, Feng Xue smiled and said:
"The detention room." "You are really well-informed... I don't know who is the gossiper..." The tattooed man sighed slightly exaggeratedly, with an expression of admitting defeat. However, Feng Xue would not be fooled by his performance and just said calmly:

"Make an offer. I want the one this Wednesday."

"I didn't expect that a big shot like you would have such a hobby. It seems that there is a rumor that you once... ahem!" As if realizing that it was not appropriate to say this before getting to know each other well, the tattooed man quickly stopped his suicidal words and just smiled and said:
"If you're willing, it's free this time. After all, if I heard that you're willing to enter, I'm sure there are many people there who are willing to pay double the price..."

"No need. It's more reassuring to pay for it yourself. Besides, I don't plan to cause too much trouble. You know what I mean, and you should also know that I'm professional enough." Feng Xue still maintained his calm, but under the role card of the sunny and cheerful big boy, he had a chatty feeling.

But the more this happened, the less the tattooed man thought Feng Xue was easy to fool. He thought for a while before saying:

"Although the Hive is quite strict, there are still some special services. However, these are not measurable by money. We usually exchange them for some gossip. Of course, they are just gossip. If you come up with any big news, we dare not accept it."

"Your ambiguous statement is really a headache. What is gossip? Information about the dreamer next to the young master of the Oshima family? How to enter and exit the Orchard Youth Training Camp? Or the mercenary trade in the enemy-occupied area of ​​Hongying..."

"Ahem!" The tattooed man's forehead was sweating when he heard this. He quickly stopped Feng Xue from continuing to speak, and said with a look of collapse on his face that didn't seem fake:

"Please don't make fun of me! Is this news that a small person like me can hear? Smaller, smaller... Forget it, how about I treat you this time?"

"No, let me think about it..." Feng Xuejian calmed the other party down and laughed secretly in his heart, but still pretended to be thinking hard. After a while, he seemed to remember something and said:

"【illusion】Do you know?"

"[Illusion]? That urban legend? Thirty percent of the major thefts in the past four hundred years are related to that [illusion]?" The tattooed man became interested, and Feng Xue also raised the corner of her mouth:

"interested in?"

"Of course! This organization is very mysterious, with tentacles all over the world. Many organizations have cooperated with them, and even any street gambling den may have their members, but the real core members are very mysterious. There are no less than fifty prisoners in the hive who are suspected of being related to illusions, but none of them can be confirmed! Many people suspect that they use some kind of ritual structure to block the possibility of leaks. If you have any information about this, don't tell me once, ten times will be enough!"

Feng Xue's lips curled up slightly when she heard him say that. Her original idea of ​​taking out the intelligence of the [Illusion] sub-base located somewhere in the Star Ring was instantly dispelled:

"What a coincidence. I happen to know that we have a core member here."

"Really? You won't say it was you, right?" The tattooed man looked at Feng Xue suspiciously. Feng Xue immediately frowned and just looked at the other's eyes quietly. Although she had a cheerful and sunny expression, she made the tattooed man feel a strong fear.

Finally, the tattooed man raised his hands and surrendered:

"Okay, I said the wrong thing. If you can really confirm the identity of a core member of the Illusion Organization, I will help you arrange what you want. In addition, if you like any of my products, you can take them at will!"

"That's right! Oh, by the way, do you have any small tools? A utility knife, a hammer, or something like that. I don't have any other ideas, I just want to do some handicrafts when I'm bored..."

(End of this chapter)