John Byrne Gentleman doesn't look like someone who would break Andrew's leg or sew Andrew's jaw with wire. He cut his black and white hair short, and the sun and smile brought out the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, and the color of his eyes was the green of the old hundred-dollar bill.

He looked more like a college soccer coach: handsome, dark-skinned, athletic and enthusiastic, and that impression grew with his personal attendant. His assistant was as large as an American football player who had been ejected from the game for an unnecessary collision.

Byrne's assistant also got into the car, looked directly at Andrew gloomily from the rearview mirror, and then drove the car out into the street and slowly drove towards Andrew's office. His huge palms make the steering wheel look small and delicate.

Andrew made a note in his head: Assistant Bourne is such a strong man, don't let him put these hands on your neck, not even one hand. It looks like he can break the neck of an ordinary person with just one hand.

The radio was originally on the car, but as soon as Andrew got in the car, it stopped, and the noise of noise came from the horn. The other Bourne's assistant frowned and froze for a moment, perhaps he needed to transmit the message to his second brain or something before he could think. He reached out and turned the knob on the radio, finally giving up and turning it off entirely. I wish the car would be in the office right away.

"Mr. Lee. Byrne chuckled. "I know you've been working for the police. “

"Occasionally, they throw something good at me. Andrew admitted. "By the way, you'd better tighten your seat belt, and according to statistics, that can increase driving safety by 50 to 60 percent. “

Byrne's assistant muttered to Andrew in the rearview mirror again, and Andrew smiled at him. The smile seems to be more annoying than the actual insult, perhaps Andrew's smile is too cheap.

Andrew's attitude also seems to have made Byrne a little uncomfortable. Maybe Andrew should put a gun in Andrew's lap, although Andrew doesn't like Westerns at all, and Andrew doesn't have a godfather.

"Mr. Lee. He said. "How much does it cost to ask you for help?"

This question made Andrew a little wary. What would a man like Bourne need Andrew to do for him?" Andrew usually charged fifty pounds an hour, plus a subsidy for carriage and horses. Andrew told him that, of course, if he was willing to give the euro Andrew would accept it, after all, the raging Brexit crisis had made the pound not so strong. "It's not fixed though, it depends on what you want Andrew to do. “

Byrne nodded as he listened, as if to encourage Andrew to continue. He frowned, as if he was carefully considering how to answer, and took Andrew's welfare into account with the old grandfather's love for his grandson. "If I want you not to investigate anything, how much will it cost?"

"You're going to pay Andrew to not have to do anything?"

"Well, I'll pay you in the usual way, and that's fourteen hundred pounds a day, right?"

"Twelve hundred pounds, actually. Andrew corrected him.

He smiled at Andrew. "There are not many honest people left, a thousand two hundred pounds a day. I'll pay you for two weeks, Mr. Li, and you go and take a break. Go to a few movies, get some sleep, do something like that. “

Andrew looked at him. "More than a thousand yuan a day, do you want me to ......?"

"Don't do anything, Mr. Lee. Byrne smiled. "Don't do anything. Just relax, enjoy the blessings, and stay away from Granger Detective. “

Aha! Byrne doesn't want Andrew to investigate the murder of his thugs. That's a lot of fun. Andrew squinted out of the car window and pretended to be thinking about it--- but unfortunately he didn't know about the intimate relationship between Andrew and Detective Hermione Granger, otherwise he wouldn't have thought like that.

"I've brought the money. Byrne said. "The money is both good. I'm sure you'll honor Andrew's agreement, Mr. Lee. Everyone highly recommends you and says you're honest. “

"Well, I don't know, Bourne, Andrew is too busy to take on any other cases right now. The car was almost to Andrew's office, the door was unlocked, and Andrew hadn't fastened his seatbelt yet – Andrew was ready to open the door and jump out at any moment. Seeing Andrew more forward-looking, that's the wisdom of wizards - and suspicious.

Byrne smiled slightly, and his tone became more urgent. "Mr. Li, I really want to establish a good cooperative relationship with you. If it's a matter of money, I can pay a little more. So be it, I'll pay you double. He crossed his hands over his chest and half-turned towards Andrew, who had always thought he would tell Andrew to get out of the car and fight for him a victory. He smiled and said, "What do you think?"

"Byrne, it's not about money. Andrew told him, staring slowly into his eyes. "I just don't think it's going to happen. “

To Andrew's surprise, he didn't look away from him.

Those who know magic learn to see the world in a way that is not quite the same as ordinary people. You have unprecedented insight that never crossed your mind until you were exposed to what wizards saw and heard.

When you gaze into a person's eyes, you're looking at it with a different kind of insight. And at this moment, they also look at you in the same way---- of course, a Dementor Mind spell can solve all problems, but unfortunately Andrew is limited by the picture of hell, and he can't use this spell that most Muggles like very much.

That's how Byrne and Andrew looked at each other.

Behind Bourne's laid-back smile and kind attitude, a warrior and fighter side is revealed. He is determined to achieve his goals and will do so in the most efficient way possible.

He's a pretty focused guy – focused on his goals, focused on his people. He never bowed to terror. He made a living from people's pain and suffering, selling drugs, soul flesh and stolen goods along the streets, but he managed to minimize these sufferings because it was the most efficient way to run a business.

He was outraged by the death of his men—a deep anger that arose when his absolute authority was violated and challenged. He insisted on finding the people who did the job and dealing with them in his own way – and didn't want the police to get involved.

He's killed people, he'll kill again, and it's as common for him as doing business or lining up at the grocery store to buy something. Aside from some dark corner, the inner world of a gentleman John Byrne is bland and cold.

This corner hides outside of his thoughts on daily life, and hides unspeakable secrets. Andrew couldn't see what the secret was, but Andrew knew it was something he regretted, and he would do so with blood---- maybe it had something to do with his previous job. His determination and strength come from this dark corner--- like most dark heroes.

This is the way Andrew looks inside him, skipping all his disguises and defenses. And according to some of Andrew's instincts, inherited from the side effects of the picture of hell, Andrew was sure that he knew what he could see in his eyes - because he deliberately looked at Andrew to let him see through his heart. This was the purpose of his meeting with Andrew alone. He wanted to peek into Andrew's soul, he wanted to know what kind of person Andrew was.

When a wizard looks into someone's eyes, into their soul, into their heart, they are just as likely to look into the wizard's heart - including what the wizard has done--- that's why Harry can see the Dark Lord or Snape's heart, the heart-to-heart interaction is mysterious---- unfortunately, Andrew's heart is like living on a lonely island surrounded by oceans, and the picture of hell ensures that no heart-to-heart communication can be achieved.

Andrew couldn't see Bourne's heart, and likewise, neither could Bourne. But fortunately, Andrew did not mean to provoke Bourne, his eyes were still calm, and there was no destruction lightning skating. Andrew didn't know what they wanted to see inside of Andrew - a dark past, an interesting secret or.... The impulse to destroy the world.

Unlike the others who had come into contact with Andrew, Bourne didn't even blink his eyes, he just watched and measured, and when the time of exploration had passed, he nodded to Andrew, as if to tell him that he understood something.

Although the deeper communication between the two was hindered, Andrew still felt a little good, not because of Bourne's resolute gaze, but because he took the initiative to open his heart--- he was willing to repent for the darkness of the past.

In an instant, Andrew felt like he admired Bourne a little. Mr. Bourne, a former agent of the Americas, must be like a stainless steel refrigerator inside, hard and hollow. This, of course, is quite unsettling to ordinary people. He is resolute, mysterious, ferocious, ruthless but not ruthless. He has the heart of a tiger---- apart from the attributes of the mad Doomsday Warrior, Andrew can barely tell the difference between him and himself, and sometimes Andrew even thinks that Bourne is actually better suited to live in war.

"In that case, well. He said calmly, as if nothing had happened. "Mr. Lee, I will not force you to accept Andrew's proposal. The car slowed as it approached the building where Andrew's office was located, and another Bourne assistant parked in front of the building. "But may I give you some advice?" he changed from the kind glance with which a father spoke to his son, and to a gentle, patient tone.

"As long as you don't charge me money, of course it's fine. Andrew sensed the change in Bourne's attitude, and he didn't care about making a bad joke, showing that he was not afraid of anything at this point.

Byrne smiled. "I think you should be happier if you have a cold and rest for a few days. Detective Granger asked you to investigate this matter that is shady and you won't want to know about it, that's my business. Just let me handle it, there won't be any trouble. “

"Are you threatening me?" Andrew asked him lightly - the darkness in his eyes was deeper, but there was no red flame lit, no matter how strong and resolute Byrne and his two assistants were, but in front of a top wizard like Andrew, it only took a few seconds, Andrew could turn them all into grit--- the sad thing was never the thing itself, but the unrealistic hope.

"It's not. He said frankly. "I respect you like a river, and I won't do that to you. They told me you were playing for real, Mr. Lee, a real mage. “

"They also said I was weird like a madman. “

"I choose very carefully which 'them' to listen to. Byrne said. "Mr. Li, please consider what I just said, I don't think there is any need to repeat our respective work too often, and I would rather not be an enemy with you in this matter. “

Andrew shrugged his shoulders and skipped a meaningful smile on his face, which made people even more annoyed, but unfortunately Andrew was never a likable: "You don't want to be my enemy, Bourne." That's not a smart move, it's not smart at all. “

He squinted at Andrew, slowly and leisurely, and he looked into Andrew's eyes without fear, and the two looked at each other again. I'm afraid that this will never happen again. "Mr. Li, you have a better attitude. He said. "It's good for business. “

Andrew didn't respond to his words: it didn't make sense, Bourne might have heard some stories or legends from somewhere, and realized that Andrew was a very dangerous character through the brief exchange just now, but he still didn't understand what the monster in front of him was, and he didn't understand that Andrew could spew a gray mist from his wand at any time, eroding the three strong men in the car into a pile of white bones without a trace of blood in a matter of seconds.

So Andrew didn't want to waste any more time, so he told him instead: "Whatever you think, maybe I've just appeared in this city, you don't know me yet, and if you think the lake of fire in the Tower of London still doesn't calm you, I'll be happy to show you something else." The last muttering didn't sound threatening at all, and Bourne's two assistants had to prick up their ears to hear it, but Bourne heard it clearly.

He looked at Andrew, and from the time Andrew stepped out of the car to the time he closed the door, his expression did not change. Another Bourne's assistant gave Andrew the last

He gave him a hostile glare, then drove off the side of the road. Good Muggles, like good wizards, are hard to forget, but that doesn't change anything, for example, if you see a very beautiful flower, you may remember her for the rest of your life.

Andrew had never met such a man, such a calm and controlling man - Bourne was certainly very good, had his own principles, and despite his underground business, he seemed to be a good man. Unfortunately, he is neither an Elder Demon God, nor a Dark Lord, nor has he a chance to become a Rain Caller, so it is destined that Andrew will only appreciate his will, but will not care about any threat from him.

Andrew reached into the pocket of his coat and breathed in the humid air peculiar to London as the wind blew. Andrew reminded himself that until now, no enemy should be taken lightly, and even demigods who have mastered the power of the law may fall. Andrew wasn't afraid of the strong men in the cart, and the corpses that had been blasted open by incredible fiery magic couldn't frighten Andrew.

All the things that scared Andrew were here--- in his heart.

However, the pair of eyes as colored as green banknotes, and the cold and almost emotionless soul behind it, took up Andrew's time climbing the stairs for a while, and he was a little sure that Bourne could threaten Hermione, the answer was obviously no--- even if Hermione's combat effectiveness was not as good as Andrew's, but against Muggles, as long as Hermione was not captured, then she could at least escape smoothly.