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

Long Ao will probably come back to save him, for a goal that is destined to fail, and for a friend he has only known for a short time.

Now it's Long Ao's side story. Since there's such a name, Long Ao must have gained some kind of improvement in this incident. However, he won't place all his hopes on one person, even if that person is taking risks for him.

A fragment appeared in his palm. It was given to him by the White Tiger. Chen Guan hesitated for a moment, but still put the fragment away.

What was that Chen Guan was holding just now?

[It looked like a corner of something, but it must be something important, otherwise he wouldn't have been stunned for so long before taking it out.]

As the comments scrolled by, Chen Guan realized that, in the eyes of the audience, he had been in a daze. They were unaware of Baal's existence, and didn't even know about his relationship with the Guiyuan Group.

The audience... is not omniscient.

This discovery,

Time passed second by second.

As night deepened, the courtyard house was quiet, with only the occasional sound of the wind, unique to Jiangcheng, drifting from afar.

Around ten o'clock, Long Ao's door finally opened.

"Let's go." Long Ao knocked on Chen Guan's door.

What his grandfather thought was no longer important to him. Chen Guan was his friend, and he couldn't stop his grandfather's ideas, but he wouldn't abandon his friend.

The night wind was cold.

Chen Guan carried the coffin and followed behind Long Ao, the two of them heading north along the alley outside the courtyard.

The nights in Jiangcheng are always like this; the wind sounds like it's coming from underground, carrying an indescribable chill.

The streetlights were dim, unable to penetrate the darkness deep within the alley.

"Scarface's place is hard to find." Long Ao walked ahead, his voice low. "It's an abandoned factory area on the outskirts of the city. All sorts of people gather there. Don't say anything if you get there."

"Mm," Chen Guan replied.

He knew what Long Ao was worried about.

He didn't come unprepared. Scarface was one of the intelligence brokers in Jiangcheng's underground intelligence network, specializing in selling all sorts of shady information.

This kind of person operates in a gray area, belonging neither to the Great Wall nor to any criminal organization, but he can get his hands on intelligence from both sides.

If you want to understand the specific layout of the Flesh Embrace in Jiangcheng, finding Scarface is the fastest way.

But it is also the most dangerous.

Because you can meet all sorts of people at Scarface's place.

The two walked through several alleys and turned into a narrower path. The surrounding buildings became increasingly dilapidated, with peeling paint and wooden planks nailed to the windows, as if they had been abandoned for many years.

Chen Guan glanced around as comments began to appear on the screen.

Something doesn't look right here.

[I feel like something might jump out at any moment. How did this shonen manga turn into a horror movie...?]

The audience's intuition was very accurate.

Chen Guan also noticed that the spiritual energy fluctuations in this area were very chaotic, as if many superhumans had fought nearby.

"arrive."

Long Ao stopped in front of a three-story building.

The building's exterior walls were covered in vines, and the roller shutter door on the first floor was half-open, leaving the inside pitch black.

A bald, burly man squatted by the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his cold gaze sweeping over the two men.

"Who should I look for?"

"Scarface," Long Ao said.

The bald, burly man looked Long Ao up and down, then exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Go in, the third room on the left on the second floor."

Long Ao nodded and led Chen Guan inside.

The hallway was dark, with only a few dim light bulbs hanging on the walls. The air was filled with the smells of mildew and tobacco, and the stair railings were covered in rust.

Chen Guan followed Long Ao upstairs and could hear low voices and a woman's laughter coming from upstairs, which was very jarring.

The second-floor corridor is even narrower, and most of the doors on both sides are closed, with only occasional glimpses of light shining through the cracks.

Long Ao walked to the third door on the left and knocked three times.

"Enter."

A man's voice came from inside.

Pushing open the door, the room was filled with smoke.

A thin, middle-aged man sat on the sofa with a scar on his face that stretched from his forehead to his chin, looking as if he had been cut open by a sharp weapon.

He had a cigarette between his fingers, and his other hand rested on the sofa armrest, his fingertips tapping out a rhythm.

"A kid from the Long family?" Scarface squinted. "A rare guest."

As an information broker, he even knew people like Long Ao, who rarely returned to Jiangcheng, even once a year.

"Buy intelligence," Long Ao said directly.

"Great." Scarface laughed, revealing a set of yellow teeth. "So, what do you want to know?"

"The distribution of Flesh and Blood Embrace's strongholds in Jiangcheng, and their recent movements."

Scarface's smile faltered.

He looked at Long Ao again, then turned his gaze to Chen Guan.

"This intelligence isn't cheap; the authorities are scrambling to get it. And, to be honest, I'm really afraid of getting into trouble."

"How many?"

Long Ao ignored Scarface's nonsense, which clearly conveyed the same message: he wanted more money.

"This isn't about money."

Without hesitation, Long Ao poured out a large pile of things from his storage ring, scattering them all over the ground with a clatter.

Scarface could tell its value at a glance, and his smile immediately turned obsequious.

"The Flesh Embrace has indeed been quite active in Jiangcheng lately." Scarface flicked his cigarette ash. "They're looking for a person, or rather, something. I heard it's a guy who carries a coffin and stole their important items. He even looks a bit like this young man."

Chen Guan appeared expressionless, but he was actually out of options.

Where did this unexpected accusation come from?

When did he steal anything?

"As for the larger strongholds, there are three on the surface." Scarface stopped there and continued, "The abandoned hospital in the east of the city, the old dock warehouse in the west of the city, and the underground casino in the south of the city, but these are all fronts. The real core stronghold is in the north of the city."

"Where in the north of the city?"

"I don't know." Scarface spread his hands. "Even the authorities probably can't find anything about that place. I only know the general outline. Besides, the spiritual energy fluctuations in the north of the city have been very frequent recently. They must be up to something big."

Long Ao frowned.

"Anything else?"

"Yes." Scarface exhaled a puff of smoke. "Besides the young guy carrying a coffin, the Flesh Embrace people are also looking for someone else. That person calls himself Lin Jiu, an appraiser. Hey, I can't trace his background either."

There aren't many things Scarface can't find, but today they all came together, a coincidence that even surprised him.

The room was silent for a few seconds.

"The intelligence is delivered." Scarface stood up. "Take care, gentlemen. Don't bother seeing me out."

The two did not linger and walked out the door, where the hallway remained dimly lit.

As the two were going downstairs, Chen Guan suddenly spoke up: "He knows my identity."

"Hmm," Long Ao said, "Scarface knows a lot, but he won't tell anyone; that's the rule."

"But the Embrace of Flesh and Blood already knows."

Long Ao fell silent.

The two walked out of the small building, and the bald, burly man was still squatting at the door, watching them leave indifferently.

The night wind grew colder.

As Chen Guan walked behind Long Ao, he suddenly sensed something was amiss.

It's very faint, but it definitely exists.

It was as if something was watching them from a distance.

Chen Guan stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?" Long Ao turned around.

"Someone is watching us."

Long Ao instantly became alert and scanned his surroundings.

The streets were deserted, with only the distant streetlights swaying in the wind.

But the feeling of being watched became clearer and clearer.

Chen Guan raised his head and looked at the rooftop in the distance.

In the darkness, a figure stood motionless on the edge of the rooftop.

The next second, the figure disappeared.

[Holy crap! What was that just now?!]

Someone's on the roof!

"Mom, I'm scared."

The barrage of comments exploded.

Long Ao's face darkened: "Go, go quickly."

The two quickened their pace and ran back the way they came.

Faint footsteps could be heard from the darkness behind me.

More than one person.