Alien Executioner

"I remember he doesn't have this habit." An Xiao denied, and his suspicion of the old gentleman deepened.

"We don't need it." She rejected the gentleman, her eyes cold, "Don't follow me again, or I will arrest you for obstructing an officer."

"Why not give it a try? It's free." The old gentleman was not giving up.

"There is no such thing as a free good thing in this world." An Xiao grabbed Gu Zhilan and quickened his pace, running very far.

"Tsk."

The old gentleman shook his head and returned the way he had come.

Across the street, Feng Lin, who was sitting on a park bench, put down his newspaper and stared at the old man through the passing traffic.

He casually rolled up the newspaper, placed it on the fixed trash can next to him, and followed the old man.

The old gentleman strolled down the street whistling, passing the moment when the bus stop obscured his view.

Showing a weird smile.

Chapter 525: Fight among Ghosts (V)

The Maserati was speeding on the road. Anya in the back seat tilted her head and kept her breathing steady. The butler Ling who was driving was humming a pleasant song along with the music.

In order to confirm her guess, Anya decided to meet her father. Before the answer finally emerged, she remained very calm.

In fact, she had that feeling when they first met, but Shang had always been an unknown and mysterious existence in human history, so she felt that it was not something worth pondering when Bagshas had the same personality as his father.

In any record about Shang, whether it is the archives of the Countermeasures Bureau or the history of the cult, the description of Shang focuses more on his appearance and strength, as well as the various events caused by these two. On the contrary, the column about his personality is blank.

Why couldn't Bagsas have the same personality as his father? Off-kilter, eccentric, and unserious... That was the original idea.

But after a few months of getting along, Anya felt more and more that something was wrong. A sad creature frequently lingered around her and paid attention to her. In her previous dreams, it claimed to be related to her family. Thinking back to her past experiences, the sense of seeing Bagshas as her father became stronger and stronger.

When Anya thought that the giggling boy was her father, she wanted to cover her face.

Ling saw through the rearview mirror that the girl's mouth corners were slightly raised, it was a smile with an unknown meaning.

"Have you thought of anything happy, Second Miss?" Ling asked casually.

"When I think about the fact that I took the initiative to meet my father in this capacity, I feel an indescribable joy." Anya answered calmly.

The sudden change made Ling speechless. She actually couldn't understand the second young lady's true character. Anya's recent change in personality was very subtle. She had lost many of the three-no attributes of Naya in the past. Under her pretending to be indifferent face was a madness that was difficult to immerse herself in.

"Joy?" Ling continued the topic.

"I want to know what my father's expression is like."

"I think... the family has always known your secret. The head of the family will probably only be slightly surprised."

"What do you think my father would be surprised about?"

"I don't know. He'll be surprised."

Of course my father will be surprised, Anya thought.

But what was surprising was not her secret, but her father's own secret.

According to Zero's feedback, his father was drinking tea with his old friend Mr. Hilbert at the Sally Club at that moment. It was hard to imagine how he could quickly integrate into this world as an ordinary person after coming out of the dream.

Anya also understood one thing. If Bagshas was really her father, then she would not be under surveillance all the time.

Unless there are other beings similar to Shang in the family who are monitoring me.

Or AI Zero.

She leaned against the window thinking about this question, her eyes looking across the flower bed, and suddenly she saw a familiar figure.

A man was walking stealthily along the street, his calm eyes completely different from his former arrogance.

Feng Lin.

Anya narrowed her eyes, trying to see more clearly and confirm that the much calmer man was Feng Lin.

Ever since Xu Yanqian left District 3, he has been the head of the flower shop, and that is why he has changed a lot.

But we haven't seen each other for a while.

Anya knew that Feng Lin's appearance in Huacheng was simply to protect Gu Zhilan, but the man's sneaky look did not seem like surveillance or protection. As an executive of the hall, she knew with her naked eyes that Feng Lin was carrying out some action.

There was murderous intent hidden in those seemingly calm eyes.

More than ten seconds passed from the time Maserati passed by to the time she was thinking, but Feng Lin was long gone. Anya's behavior made Ling feel strange.

She also looked to the right: "What are you looking at?"

"I just saw someone I know, it's okay."

After saying that, Anya took out her mobile phone and tapped the screen lightly with her slender fingers.

Entering the database of Zero, the chief secretary of the Countermeasures Bureau, he issued an investigation mission in the capacity of the chief director An Ran.

"Zero, you know what I mean." She clicked to confirm, and she firmly believed that Zero, who served the An family, was always paying attention to her.

"What?" Ling, who was driving, asked in confusion.

"Not talking to you."

"Oh." Ling shrugged, feeling puzzled.

After a few seconds, there was finally a response from the phone. The mechanical female voice was emotionless, "Understood."

"Monitor him, and then transfer the investigation task to Gu Zhilan." Anya's tone was so cold that even she could hardly hear it.

After finishing all this, Anya continued to look out the car window.

……

The car slowly stopped in front of the Sally Club Plaza, and a well-dressed security guard came up to greet us:

"Hello, ma'am. Parking is not allowed here. Please move to the parking lot 50 meters to my right. Thank you."

Ling pushed open the car door, and the moment she got out, the security guard saw her identity and stood in awe.

She threw the key to the security guard and clapped her hands, "You know I'm from the An family, why are you talking so much nonsense? I'll give you the key and you can park it yourself."

The security guard took the key nervously. In Huacheng, he had to know several representatives of the An family, including the housekeeper Ling.

In almost every news or banquet concerning the An family, this tall and majestic housekeeper would be present.

"Where is the boss of your club? That Hilbert, tell him that An Mochen's niece is here."

Anya chuckled symbolically. This was her identity, the daughter of her aunt An Moshu.

Half a minute later, a figure walked out of the door. Hilbert, dressed in a black suit, came to greet them personally. When he saw Anya, he felt that she looked familiar.

"Hello, Miss Anya. Sorry for keeping you waiting." Hilbert smiled elegantly. This middle-aged man had the charm of a bartender in his bones.

Anya shook hands with him, a little confused, "What do you mean by wait a long time?"

"Oh, your uncle had expected you to come, but he didn't think it was true." Hilbert let go of his hand. "My name is Hilbert, and I'm the owner of this club. Please follow me."

Anya and Ling looked at each other, and the butler shrugged as if nothing had happened.

Under Hilbert's personal guidance, Anya stepped into the elevator of the building. She was surrounded by countless gazes, curious about the identity of this girl.

Some eyes suddenly understood and recognized her.

I don't know when it started, but the news leaked out on the Internet, saying that the daughter of the An family's wife had come to Huacheng. When Anya saw the overwhelming news, she only felt a headache and felt depressed that there was a traitor around her.

But this is also a good thing. At least it allows Anya to gradually come into the world's attention and reduce many doubts about "Naya".

Deep in the corridor on the 27th floor of the Sally Club, with the door of the reception hall open, An Mochen, with his slicked-back hair, was happily talking to a man.

The man was the assistant that An Mochen personally arranged to help manage the club after An Ran became the largest shareholder of the Sally Club.

"Look, my niece is here." An Mochen turned around with a beaming expression.

"Isn't this my niece? Long time no see..."

The next second, under Hilbert's shocked gaze, Anya rushed into the hall, raised her leg under her long skirt and kicked the head of the An family to the ground.

Ling half-closed her eyes and watched her "niece" kicking her "uncle" who had fallen to the ground. She rubbed the bewildered Hilbert with her shoulder, as if to say that this is how we settle down in our family, and this is a very normal greeting when meeting someone.

Chapter 526: Fight among Ghosts (VI)

Inside the reception hall, the dull atmosphere was so cold that it seemed to condense into frost. All the curtains were drawn tightly closed. The young girl sat demurely on the sofa, as if she was a well-educated lady from a large family. Her eyes were so cold and terrifying that they made the middle-aged man opposite her shudder.

On the grounds that "a bloody scene might happen next", the housekeeper Ling took the initiative to ask Hilbert and other irrelevant people to leave, and by the way, she was very considerate and closed the door for the head of the family.

An Mochen patted the shoe prints on his body and looked at the housekeeper with some resentment.

Just now, he was kicked and trampled by his so-called "niece" for a full half minute, while Ling just watched with a smile.

It would have been fine if I didn't stop him, but I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"It's finally quiet. Long time no see, my niece. How is your mother's health recently?" An Mochen quickly got into character.

Anya looked at Ling, and both of them were surprised that their father was still acting at this time.

She stared into her father's eyes:

"Father, there are no outsiders here, so there is no need to act anymore. You know who I am, and my aunt doesn't have a daughter."

"Can I admit it? If I admit it, you won't kick me again?" The father lit a cigar gloomily, "You are so ruthless. Who taught you this? It's really a father-daughter relationship with a loving daughter and a harmonious family atmosphere. You are so barbaric and not ladylike at all."

"I never learned how to be a lady since I was a child." Anya denied.

"Actually you did, but you forgot." The father muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing." An Mochen shrugged, "I just feel sad that my only precious son has become a child. The An family is really hopeless."

"You know why I'm here. I know that you, father, have always been an insider. There's no need to beat around the bush." ​​When Anya thought that the man sitting in front of her, who was called her father, was Bagshas, ​​she couldn't help but want to kick him again.

"You really deserve a beating."

"How do you talk to me? You are my daughter after all. How can a daughter beat up her father?" An Mochen blinked, looked at his son's dignified and elegant girlish sitting posture, and smiled:

"You guessed right. Your mother and I discovered your secret a long time ago. Isn't it interesting? Seeing that the big boy is actually a big girl, and she spends her years in worry, thinking that she is carrying a terrible fate and secrets, but in fact..."

Before he could say anything, he was hit in the face with a fist.

An Mochen was knocked dizzy by the punch. He covered his right eye and looked around, "Who is it! Who attacked me?"

He looked across and saw the girl still sitting on the sofa, not moving a step.

"Father, what's wrong with you?" Anya smiled and used honorifics.

"Some bastard just punched me." An Mochen glanced at the third person in the hall. The housekeeper Ling was sitting on a chair with her legs crossed, playing with her cell phone and humming.

"Who dares to offend the head of the An family?" Anya looked at her father's embarrassment and knew that he was just pretending. It was hard to get angry with his eccentric and thick-skinned personality.

She really couldn't help it just now. What her father said implied a teasing, so she stepped forward and punched him.

Although the punch was thrown very quickly, the figure was visible, so it was impossible for my father not to have seen it.

Anya guessed that he was pretending to be like this to calm himself down.

In fact, she had thought about slapping this shameless face before, but the nobleman's upbringing made her hold back this immoral thought. Now, facing him as his daughter, she was able to do it without any pressure.

For example, it would have been a pleasure to rush in and kick my father to the ground.

Perhaps it was because he no longer felt guilty after knowing that his father was Bagsas.

"Okay, Dad, I'm sorry for what I just did." Anya acted very apologetically.

"It's just that you've hidden too much from me, you know? I've thought about swallowing up Bagshas more than once."

"Who is Bagshas?" An Mochen was confused.

Before Anya could get up and take another kick, he waved his hands quickly, "Oh oh oh, I know, I know, An Ran you..."

He paused at the name part, "What is your name now?"

"Anya." Anya was a little proud. "My sister gave me this name."

"Tsk. Look how happy you are." An Mochen's tone suddenly changed, "Before this, I want to know when you found out."

"My sister told me."

"Fuck, she actually betrayed me!" An Mochen clenched his fists, "I knew it was this girl An Xin! She will tell you sooner or later!"

"Don't blame my sister. She didn't actually tell me." Anya smiled slyly. "It was just my intuition. I didn't expect you, father, to admit it like this."

"Wait a minute? What?"

An Mochen was dumbfounded by his second daughter's smile. "So it's just your intuition? You don't have any evidence or anything to prove that Bagshas is me, and then you rushed in and kicked me. What's going on?"