Ark Undead

"Don't talk nonsense. I didn't bring this guy here to pimp! He's looking for Brother Sun to ask about something. It's serious business!"

Sister Wu snorted twice and glanced at the gray dog.

"All you ever do is get things done, get things done. Why haven't I seen you come to visit me when you've ever done anything? You think you can just run away after you've tricked me?"

"Cough! Second sister, next time for sure, next time for sure."

Fortunately, the Undead couldn't understand what the two were saying. If they had, Greyhound would probably be facing interrogation from the Undead right now.

Although the non-dead man couldn't understand, he could at least tell that Greyhound and this Sister Wu were probably old acquaintances.

Perhaps if Greyhound intervenes, they can avoid a lot of trouble.

Sure enough, the two whispered to each other for a while longer.

Wu Erjie's somewhat unpredictable expression gradually improved, and she playfully patted the gray dog ​​twice.

The greyhound chuckled twice, just like it was supposed to, and then Wu Erjie said.

“Alright, I’ll take you two to find Old Sun.”

Then, two burly men came out from behind the crowd and cleared a path for the Undead.

Sister Wu took the lead, followed by Greyhound, with Undead following behind Greyhound.

The two walked forward while talking.

Before they had even exchanged a few words, Sister Wu was amused two or three times, and Greyhound also wore a mysterious smile.

After weaving through the crowd, the three arrived at a small door next to the bar.

"That's all for now. Old Sun is in the innermost room. He just finished his business. If you go ask him now, he'll probably be in a good mood."

Sister Wu stood at the door, and she stopped there.

A security guard behind them opened the door and let the Undead and the Greyhound in.

"Next time you come over, make sure your little darling is properly washed, understand?"

Sister Wu was also a bold woman. When Greyhound and the Undead went in, she even reached out and touched Greyhound's butt.

The greyhound just grinned and nodded in agreement.

The noise behind me subsided considerably only after the gate closed.

Greyhound breathed a sigh of relief. He subconsciously pulled out a cigarette from his clothes, shook it out, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

He turned his head and found the immortal staring at him with a strange look in his eyes.

"What's wrong? I've never seen such a popular man before?"

Greyhound's tone was somewhat guilty; he was a little flustered to be acting like this in front of his colleagues.

The Undead shook his head and asked seriously.

"What treasure are you offering in exchange?"

The Undead spoke seriously, not at all like he was joking.

"Is it important to you?"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Greyhound had just taken a puff of smoke when he was nearly choked to death by the Undead's words.

After a long pause, he leaned against the wall, shook his head at the undead, and said while swallowing hard.

"No...no, I mean your thought process is a bit off...it's not some kind of treasure, just a normal body transaction, you know?"

To everyone's surprise, the immortal paused for a moment, then asked even more seriously.

"Does she want your hand or your foot?"

"..."

Greyhound sighed. He realized that the Undead seemed to really understand nothing about matters between men and women.

This time, Greyhound cautiously took a drag of his cigarette before speaking.

"It's not what you think. My physical transaction with her was simply using my body to provide her with services, do you understand?"

Seeing that the Undead still looked confused, Greyhound scratched his head and changed his approach.

"To put it bluntly, it's about doing things that make her happy, and I don't lose out. In fact, I benefit from being with her. It's a mutually agreeable thing; she didn't force me, you know what I mean?"

"Oh."

The Undead nodded, roughly understanding what Greyhound meant.

Greyhound breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing he had successfully gotten away with it. His perception of the undead as naive and ignorant of the ways of the world deepened once again.

I haven't seen someone so out of touch with the times in a long time.

Even someone like Ace, when dragged to a nightclub by him, would only be reserved for a moment before immediately revealing his generous and open-hearted nature.

Undead are truly clueless creatures, yet they are rare resources.

Didn't you see how many women who were hunting outside by the dance floor were staring at the undead?

Although his face was covered, he didn't look particularly strong or powerful.

However, the undead man's well-proportioned figure and the mysterious aura emanating from him still caught their attention.

Sister Wu was also drawn there by the undead. Without even seeing the greyhound, she took the initiative to help the undead out of their predicament.

Although she had no idea that this was helping herself and the underground nightclub.

"Let's go."

Greyhound took two more puffs of his cigarette, threw the butt on the ground and stomped it out, then led the Undead onward.

After walking through the long corridor, we passed the restrooms and some rooms that made strange noises for no apparent reason.

The greyhound led the undead to the door of the innermost room without changing its expression.

Two security guards, dressed similarly to those at the dance hall, stood at the entrance and stopped Greyhound and the Undead.

"Please do us a favor, everyone. Second Sister let us in. We're here to talk business with Brother Sun."

The greyhound was clearly quite familiar with both security guards.

The security guard took the two cigarettes that Greyhound offered him, glanced at the Undead twice, and knocked on the door without saying anything.

A lazy voice came from inside the door.

"Come in."

The security guard opened the door and let the Undead and the Greyhound in.

Once you enter the room and close the door, there is no sound at all.

In addition to its excellent sound insulation, the back half of the room features a wall that has been hollowed out and separated by glass to create a huge water tank.

It is home to many strangely shaped fish, some of which even have a layer of Originium crystals on their surface.

Sitting in the room was a man with his eyes slightly closed behind his desk, looking completely relaxed.

The Undead noticed that there were more than two feet under the desk in front of him.

"Wow, Brother Sun, you're really good at this!"

When Greyhound entered and saw the scene, he immediately put on a big smile, casually pulled a stool from the side and sat down, then carried another stool to the side for the Undead to sit down as well.

"You haven't been here for almost half a year. This time you brought a guest with you."

The man called Brother Sun had his eyes slightly closed. He didn't even look at anyone; you could tell it was Greyhound just by his voice.

"What's wrong? Is there something here that you don't like? Isn't this your favorite style?"

"How could I? Even if I don't like Brother Sun's stuff, I still have to give him face. But you know my situation."

Greyhound chuckled; his relationship with this Brother Sun in front of him seemed to be quite special.

"Busy, very busy."

"You little rascal, you can't even afford to eat, and you're still busy. Do you really think your brother Sun doesn't know anything?"

Brother Sun tilted his head, peeking out half an eye to look at the greyhound.

"I told you long ago, I'd let you come here. No matter what you're up to, just showing your face will earn you some money. It's much better than the way you're begging now."

"Haha...Brother Sun, didn't I tell you..."

Greyhound smiled and pointed to the tag on his Rhodes Island uniform on his chest.

It's one of the earliest Rhodes Island badges, but it's still undamaged.

“I’m a Sarkaz, so it’s inconvenient for me to be here with you.”

"Um..."

Brother Sun shook his head and didn't try to persuade him further, as if this kind of conversation had happened many times in the past.

He kicked under the table, and a gasp came from underneath.

A few seconds later, a disheveled woman with long hair crawled out from under the table, tidied her hair a little, and then left Brother Sun's room.

Brother Sun stood up from his seat, casually pulled up his pants, and then plopped back down on the recliner.

"Go ahead."

Brother Sun stretched out a hand, and Greyhound immediately offered him a cigarette.

"What do you need me for? Are you looking for someone, or are you asking for information?"

274. He'll be beheaded!

"What do you need me for? Are you looking for someone, or are you asking for information?"

Brother Sun didn't ask about the origins of the immortals at all, nor did he care where they came from.

Once you arrive at his place, everyone is a guest, which is why his place has been able to stay open for several years.

He may be an ordinary person, but his methods of handling affairs and dealing with people are anything but vulgar.

"I'm just trying to get information, but this information might put you in a difficult position, Brother Sun."