The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

Baihu sat at the table further inside, with a bowl of noodles in front of him and chopsticks stuck in the noodles, but he hadn't touched it much.

He wore a dark blue jacket today, and his hair was pulled back, making him look a little more formal than yesterday.

It's only a little bit better, but at least it's much better than that floral shirt; my fashion sense has improved.

Chen Guan pushed open the glass door of the noodle shop and went inside. There were no other customers in the shop, and the owner was washing dishes in the back kitchen.

"On time." Baihu raised his chin, gesturing for him to sit opposite him.

Chen Guan pulled out a plastic stool and sat down. The stool legs scraped against the ground with a short sound. Fortunately, he had placed the coffin next to him beforehand.

"Want some noodles?" Baihu asked.

"have eaten."

"So you're just going to sit here and watch me eat?"

"You didn't eat much either."

Baihu glanced down at his barely touched bowl of noodles, chuckled, and put down his chopsticks.

"Okay, I won't pretend anymore, this is really just so-so."

He took out a brown paper file folder, placed it on the table, and pushed it towards Chen Guan with two fingers.

"Open it and take a look."

Chen picked up the coffin and opened it.

Inside is an identity file.

The photo does look quite like him, but the name is different.

He Chenguan, male, 22 years old.

The job field is filled in as Free Hunter, and the ability type field is filled in as Summoner.

Chen Guan turned to the second page of the file.

The resume was also fabricated, but it was very detailed. From birthplace to education to activity trajectory over the past three years, each item had corresponding background support. Chen Guan even felt that the details were so rich that they could withstand a background check.

He put the file back on the desktop.

"He Chenguan, what do you think of this name?"

Chen Guan remained as calm as ever: "So-so."

"Don't worry about the details." Baihu leaned back in his chair, his arms draped over the sides. "Focus on the resume."

Chen Guan turned back to the second page and looked at the resume again.

His birthplace is listed as a small town in the southwestern border region. His parents died early. After awakening his superpowers, he never attended a formal academy and made a living by taking odd jobs in various places with a contracted beast.

He had endured enough hardship, had a clean background, and carried no organizational imprint.

Such people are all too common in the gray areas; one more or one less makes no difference, and they are precisely the kind of characters that are least likely to arouse suspicion.

"Did you fabricate your resume?" Chen Guan asked.

"The overall framework is mine; I'll have someone else fill in the details."

Baihu picked up his chopsticks, stirred the noodles in the bowl a couple of times, and then put them down: "If you investigate carefully, there is indeed a person named He Chenguan in the southwest. His household registration is complete, but he disappeared three years ago and has not yet been deregistered."

"Dead?"

"I don't know, maybe it's dead, or maybe it's gone to some remote corner."

Baihu shrugged: "Anyway, no one is using this identity right now, and no one is looking for it, so it's perfect for you."

Chen Guan closed the file and put it back inside.

This document alone shows that Baihu has put in a lot of effort, demonstrating its importance.

"Where to cut in?"

"What's your hurry? I haven't finished speaking yet." Baihu leaned back and crossed his legs.

There were still no other customers in the shop. The sound of dishes being washed in the kitchen had stopped. The owner had left through the back door at some point, leaving only the two of them in the noodle shop.

"I've only found out a general area of ​​the New Circus's activity locations in Rusty Harbour so far."

Baihu stretched out his hand and gestured on the table.

"At the old docks in the eastern part of the port, there is an abandoned warehouse area with about a dozen old factory buildings. It's a maze-like mess, and all sorts of people can be found there."

"Smuggled?"

"Smugglers, runaways, hiding stolen goods, and a few low-level gangs have set up shop there. The New Circus isn't stupid to set up its base in a place like this, mixed in with a bunch of rotten fish and stinking shrimp. It's no easier for outsiders to find them than to look for a needle in a haystack."

"How did you find out?"

The white tiger glanced at him and smiled.

"you guess."

"I won't guess."

The white tiger's laughter subsided, and he sighed.

"You really have no sense of cooperation whatsoever."

He took out another piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and on it was a simple map with several locations marked.

"Old piers in the eastern part of Ruian Harbour, Warehouse Group No. 13."

His finger pointed to a spot on the map.

"The new circus is hiring."

Chen Guan looked at the map; it was really ugly.

"What kind of people are you hiring?"

"Casual workers," Baihu said. "The new circus operates in a completely different way than it did back when the old ringmaster was in charge. Back then, the old man emphasized a lean and efficient workforce, with only about a dozen people under his command. Each person was carefully selected, and he would never let anyone fill the positions."

"This group of people is doing something different now. There are only a few core members, and the perimeter is all recruited temporary workers. They do one job and then leave, using them and then discarding them."

"Outsourcing?"

"You can understand it this way." Baihu didn't deny it: "Most of these temporary hires don't know who they're working for. They only know that someone is paying them, and they'll get paid once the work is done. They don't ask anything else, and even if they did, no one would tell them."

Chen Guan took the map and looked at the markings on it.

"You want me to apply for casual jobs under the name He Chenguan?"

"right."

"Then it infiltrates from the outside in."

"Yes." The white tiger held up two fingers.

"A mission."

He erected the first one.

"Sneak in."

"that's all?"

"that's all."

Baihu nodded. He had never intended for Chen Guan to do complicated things; that was something adults should do. No matter how talented Chen Guan was, he was still just a student.

He stood up, the chair leg scraping against the floor with a short thud.

"I've explained everything that needs to be explained. Now let's talk about your departure arrangements."

Baihu's tone became crisp and decisive again.

"Tomorrow morning at six o'clock, use He Chenguan's ID card. The documents and tickets are in the envelope. Check them when you get back."

The White Tiger had clearly arranged everything.

"And then what happened after we arrived in Rupiah?"

"Exit the station and walk east, take a bus to the East Wharf, and after getting off the bus, walk north along the coastline for about fifteen minutes, and you will see the entrance to Warehouse No. 13."

White Tiger pulled a card from his pocket. It had a simple design on it: a clown hat.

"The secret code for the new circus hiring casual workers." He pushed the card over.

"Once you get to the warehouse district, find a shop called Ah Dong Hardware, show this to the owner, and he will take you to see the people you need to see."

Chen Guan picked up the card and looked at it. The front only had a picture of the clown hat, while the back was blank with no words.

"How did you get this?"

"Don't worry about the channels." White Tiger clapped his hands. "In short, once you step through that door, you'll be He Chenguan, a free hunter, an ordinary superhuman who makes a living with a beast. Just remember that."

He walked to the opposite side of the coffin, bent down, and their eyes met.

"Don't be a show-off, don't meddle in other people's business, and don't expose anything about the Guiyuan Group."

"Um."

"The cheetah can be used, but try not to let it show too much power. Its fused form is too conspicuous outside, and its spatial abilities are too overpowered."

The white tiger seemed to suddenly remember something, and shook its head and sighed.