Please ask the dream.

Chapter 125: Say it and get it done
I have to say that No. 3's ability to judge time is really good. Just as Feng Xue passed through layers of security checks, a convoy consisting of armored vehicles and luxury cars appeared behind him.

Feng Xue did not turn around and take action immediately because he was not sure that his target was in the car. After all, all he knew was that the big ghost would be there in person after the goodwill party began.

Walking into the banquet hall, Feng Xue put on a familiar attitude. Anyone who saw him like this would feel that he looked very familiar, as if they had seen him somewhere.

This wasn't some special construction technique, but simply a skill, a unique technique he had mastered during his career as a phantom thief.

By controlling your own words and actions, you can more easily fit the "stereotype" of a circle, so that people around you subconsciously regard you as a member of the circle.

This is not a rare thing. Magicians, con artists, and even those who work behind enemy lines are all experts in this field. In comparison, those "older northerners" on the Internet in the past who couldn't even understand "Palace Jade Liquor" and always said "we mainlanders" when they opened their mouths could be said to be unworthy of their bounties.

During his 14-year career as a phantom thief, Feng Xue, who often went to various exhibitions for collections, was naturally no stranger to this. When entering the door, some guests would think, "Who is this young man?", but after more than ten seconds, the thought in everyone's mind became "I seem to have seen this person somewhere? But I can't remember exactly... Oh, isn't this that... Eh? Forget it, he is definitely not a big shot anyway."

Of course, the premise of this kind of thing is that everyone is a "decent person" who is "good at thinking". If it happens in some places like yangko clubs, the other party will directly ask you "which boss you follow". Don't ask him how he knows.

Just as Feng Xue was trying to be close yet distant, wanting to approach and talk but afraid of being rejected and losing face, a petite figure came over with a plate and said with an elegant business smile:

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Chiron 33, neat, and a pack of cigarettes."

Feng Xue looked at the familiar short-haired girl and immediately judged from her height and face shape that she should be Xiaojiu with a new look, and responded immediately.

Xiao Jiu, dressed in a waiter's uniform, nodded slightly and said very professionally:

"Okay, sir, please wait."

After saying that, she took a step forward, and under the restriction of the narrow and short skirt, her slender waist twisted left and right, looking quite charming.

"Sure enough, the real person doesn't have that kind of stiffness at all. The previous incarnation's architecture technique is not restored enough!"

Feng Xue looked at Xiaojiu's back, secretly complaining in his heart, while Xiaojiu, who was the focus of his thoughts, quickly came back from the bar on the side. On the tray in her hand was a wine glass filled with amber liquid and a pack of Hongying cigarettes.

"Sir, here are the drinks you ordered. Also, if you want to smoke, please use the smoking area by the window."

Xiaojiu spoke seemingly professional lines, but his lips were moving at a slightly faster pace. However, because his pronunciation was standard enough, Feng Xue still understood what he meant.

"The Big Ghost Is Not There"

"It will be here soon." Feng Xue took the cigarette and alcohol and responded with his mouth. Then he held the wine glass and walked over to a window with more people. Although it was more appropriate for him to find a window with fewer people as he was not known to anyone, this behavior was undoubtedly a big flaw under the surveillance of many intelligence personnel.

As for whether I would be exposed if I got in a crowd...

Of course not, because at this moment most people's minds are not on the content of the chat. Compared with the possible business and connections that may be developed from these gentry of the same class, the person who is about to come is the target that deserves the most attention - not to mention whether he can be pleased or not, at least he cannot cause the other party's resentment!
So, just as Feng Xue walked to the window, opened the cigarette box and seemed to be about to intervene in the conversation, the air suddenly fell silent, and almost at the same time, a slightly harsh voice came from the corner.

"Tsk tsk, the translation tone is so poor, it's obvious that they hired a local translator." Feng Xue secretly complained in his heart when listening to the poor Hongying language, but on the surface he stood there frozen, just like a middle school student who was about to smoke but suddenly ran into the dean of studies who came to the toilet.

Feng Xue casually put the cigarette box into his pocket and awkwardly held the wine glass in his hand. The amber wine was shaking slightly, as if showing his nervousness.

His behavior did not seem eye-catching because there were many people around him who had similar attitudes.

Seemingly satisfied with the "aura of fear" created by his arrival, he walked slowly to the main seat and sat down. The translator beside him announced the "instructions" for the banquet to begin in Hongying and Qingyun languages ​​respectively.

The merchants were relieved when they heard the words, and those whose hands were burned were finally able to put out the cigarettes in their hands. Everything seemed silent, like a silent movie, filled with fear of the man.

The man code-named "Big Ghost" scanned every guest present with his sharp eyes, enjoying the feeling of making these wealthy people tremble with fear simply by looking at them.

Then after a long silence, he finally reached out and took the microphone handed to him by his subordinate. However, it was at this moment that Feng Xue finally confirmed that this man was the big ghost himself, and a gunshot rang out as this idea came to fruition!

It was not the explosion caused by an ordinary firearm, but an incomprehensible sound, as if something was crushed directly. The shattered firearm parts exploded instantly, and an unstoppable bullet flew towards the big ghost.

"Snapped!"

The shattering effect of the mirror and the sound of shattering like a life-size mirror falling from a high altitude exploded in the banquet hall, but it missed!

No, he was stopped!

This was the first time that Feng Xue's bullet simulating the power of the [Three Hundred Stone Bow] was blocked by someone.

Although the effect of simple imitation is less than one percent of the original, it far exceeds the destructive power of ordinary anti-material weapons.

"Dreamer!" This term immediately popped up in Feng Xue's mind. As everyone knows, the combat effectiveness of Shadow Chasers who are not war architects in encounter situations is not even as good as that of a group of armed thugs. The one who can react the moment he opens fire must be a dreamer!

"Damn it, I didn't run into the dreamer last time!" Feng Xue cursed inwardly, but he didn't dare to hesitate for a moment. A pair of bayonets appeared out of thin air, and another advantage of Feng Xue's choice of a window with many people appeared at this time -

The reason why most people gather here is, of course, because it is closer to the main seat!
(End of this chapter)