Sa Ling walked over, and Bruna sat on her shoulder.

has always been afraid of his sister, how dare Sabo fight back, looking submissive.

After using practical actions to make Sabo low-key, Saling suddenly looked at Buhara, who stiffened slightly, and carefully put the snack that was about to be brought to his mouth back on the table.

Sa Ling didn't speak, but moved her eyes to the bookshelf.

Buhara couldn't help but look at the bookshelf area, all kinds of books were scattered in a mess, a very familiar scene.

Immediately, he smiled bitterly, and without Sa Ling making it clear, he honestly walked to the bookshelf, ready to sort and put away the scattered books.

Saling's style of being like the head of the eldest sister made Wojin, Nobunaga, and Menqi subconsciously restrain a lot.

Bisji continued to look at the magazines of beautiful men around him as if no one was around, and before Luo came back, he could only use this kind of thing to kill time.

"March. ”

Bruna's tentacles kicked slightly, leaving Saling's shoulders and drifting towards March.

The big black and shiny eyes revealed a touch of joy at reunion.

"Bruna. ”

March reached out and gently hugged Bruna, then let Bruna stand on her shoulders.

"Long time no see, are you okay?"

Bruna greeted in a soft, soft-spoken voice.

"Well, your lingua franca is getting more and more standard. March stroked Bruna's smooth and cool body and smiled slightly.

"Not only lingua franca, but I currently have a command of one hundred and twenty languages. Bruna said softly.

Hearing Bruna's words, the expressions of March, Wojin, Nobunaga, and Menqi were as follows.

(⊙o⊙)…

What is this?

Ogin and Nobunaga thought silently in shock.

Menqi was the first to make a judgment: this is not an ingredient.

After a brief silence, Nobunaga asked curiously, "March, who is she?"

"Luo's friend, named Bruna, is a resident of the Rock Island Crab, and her hometown is in the Dark Continent. March replied.

"The Dark Continent, is that the place Luo mentioned earlier?" asked Wo Jin.

"Hmm. ”

March nodded.

Dark Continent ......

Menqi looked at Bruna, who had a cute face, and fell into deep thought.

As a food hunter, she knows a few things about the Dark Continent.

After all, for food hunters, uncharted seas and uncharted continents represent countless unknown ingredients.

However, the Dark Continent is taboo.

Menqi never imagined that he would see the aborigines of the Dark Continent here.

Judging from his words and deeds, he looks very much like the Warcraft clan with high intelligence.

............

Association Building, Office of the Vice President.

Pariston has been busy lately, but the move to gather information has not stopped.

One thing is clear, the killer was not sent by him or Bijande.

It's just that right now is the time when the different factions in the association are fighting, and the conservative and moderate factions will inevitably buckle the [black cauldron] on the hawks.

But no matter where it is detained, it is the result of Pariston's happy opinion.

Because, he will not be inclined to any one outcome.

Compared with the direction of the association's moderate and hawkish factions, Pariston is more concerned about Luo's movements.

All the processes, he has been following.

Including the three A-class wanted criminals who just entered the association building.

"I've never forgotten how Potterwhite's arm was lost. ”

Pariston muttered to himself, then slowly looked up at the ceiling, and suddenly sighed.

"The president is going to be cured, is this what you want to see?, then, what is your original intention to meet Luo in the future?"

The [you] here refers to Biyangde, and the determination that the president is cured is an unreserved trust in Luo.

"Since the people on that side can't wait to send out the killer, it shows that there is a reason for impatience. ”

"If the plan falls through, the pressure will fall on you. ”

"The worst outcome is a failed negotiation. ”

"What if, the people over there can find a 'replacement'?"

Pariston was talking to himself, as if he were talking to the air, and as if he was talking to himself.

..........

The city is full of high-rise buildings.

The towering figure is bathed in dazzling light, and the shadow is bound to be reflected.

No matter how prosperous a place is, there will always be narrow alleys shrouded in shadows.

Crash.

The quiet and gloomy alley resounded with the soft sound of chains grinding, and after a while, the sound of steady footsteps became apparent.

A handsome blonde boy walked out of the corner of the alley and headed into the depths.

As he walked, the pendant under the boy's earlobe shimmered with a little shine.

This teenager is Kurapika.

"Squeak. ”

At that moment, several fat rats lined up to run past Kurapika's feet, bypassing the musty-stained crumbling boxes and heading straight for the two trash cans in the corner.

On a box not far away, there was a shirtless bald man sitting there, holding a cigarette and spitting smoke over there.

Beside the man were several red boxes stacked with empty wine bottles, four or five stories high.

The man looked at Kurapika as he walked by, his eyes extremely focused.

Facing the man's gaze, Kurapika raised his hand and showed the man a small black and white card sandwiched between his fingers.

After seeing the small card, the man silently looked away.

Kurapika just walked through where the man was, towards a deeper shadow.

Soon, he came to a wooden door, and an old-fashioned street lamp hung on the side, illuminating the ground in front of the door, but it was clean and unobstructed.

Kurapika raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but the wooden door made a soft noise and opened automatically, revealing a flight of stairs descending.

In this regard, Kurapika did not react, and directly withdrew his hand and walked in.

Descending the stairs to the basement floor, there is a duplex bar with slightly dim lighting.

There was a middle-aged man in a bartender suit standing at the bar, and the bar was quite deserted at this time, with only two customers, a man and a woman.

The man has a conspicuous exploding head, and the woman looks very young, dressed fashionably and wears a peaked cap.

These two are the killers of the Black Rock family - Blackhead and Candy.

When Kurapika came in, he immediately glanced at the layout of the bar and remembered the scene environment and characters in his head.

This is a habit he has gradually developed, and every time he goes to an unfamiliar environment, he has to collect information as soon as possible.

Those two guests are mind-powers.

Kurapika didn't pay much attention to the two guests, focusing directly on the bartender.

"I'm starting to wonder if it's off-season. ”

The bartender looked at Kurapika and smiled a smile that was neither salty nor light.

Kurapika walked straight over and pressed the card he had shown to the bald man on the table.

The bartender put down the glass he was wiping, took the card under the bar and looked at it, and smiled, "Please wait, do you want to have something before that?"

"No thanks. ”

Kurapika sat directly on a chair in front of the bar.

The bartender said no more and threw the card into a dark compartment.

Kurapika's ears twitched slightly, and she could hear the slight sound of the card sliding towards the pipe.

At this moment, a woman with several scars on her face walked out of a small door, holding a tray in her hand, and walked straight towards the first customers in the bar.

When he came to the table, he put down the folded paper on the tray along with the cocktail, and then turned away, leaving a burst of aroma.

Blackhead picked up the cocktail and drank it down, then put the paper in his pocket and set off with the candy to the staircase.

"Welcome back again. ”

The bartender politely bid farewell to the two guests.

After a while, the bartender apologized to Kurapika and said, "I can't complete your commission, and in view of the consumption of manpower and material resources, we still need to collect a share of five percent of your commission." ”

With a look of disappointment in her eyes, Kurapika nodded, took enough of the nuns out of her pocket, and headed for the door.

He is currently in full swing to find information on the whereabouts of the fiery red eye.

This time, in fact, he didn't have too many expectations, compared to the other two things, this matter can be regarded as a smooth way.

The bartender took the nun without any psychological pressure, looked at Kurapika's back and said, "If there is definite information, if you still want to, you will be exempted from the amount of five percent at that time." ”

"Good. ”

Kurapika didn't stop.