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"These guys are real vampires."

Li Wei stood in the lobby of a high-end office building, watching the leaders of the bank leave quickly, but a strange smile appeared on his lips.

Li Wei, 40 years old, is a businessman. Huge in size, almost comparable to a basketball player's physique, standing in front of ordinary people, like a tall wall, can shroud anyone in his shadow. He wore an ironed custom double-breasted suit, and his hair was meticulously groomed by hairspray. glanced down, and the invoice in his hand showed that he had eaten hundreds of thousands of dollars for the meal just now. In the 80s alone, Lafite opened 4 bottles, but Li Wei didn't care, with a wave of his hand, the invoice turned into a paper ball and fell into the trash can.

With such a banquet, Li Wei, who has been in business for ten years, is already familiar with the road. A private restaurant hidden inside a high-end office building, which only accepts one group of guests at a time, is absolutely private and absolutely luxurious. During the period when the central government cracked down on corruption, this was the exclusive place for Li Wei's activities. After the drunken gold fan just now, Li Wei's urgently needed loan is believed to be completed in less than two days.

Walking to the gate, Li Wei's eyes narrowed into a slit, he raised his head and looked at the sky that was cut by skyscrapers, under the original dark blue sky, gray clouds were accumulating, like boiling water about to boil, constantly tumbling. This is a precursor to a storm.

"Boss." The driver parked the golden Maserati president in front of Li Wei and obediently opened the car door.

"You go back first. It's okay tonight. I'm going to do it myself. Li Wei waved his hand and sent the loyal driver away.

The driver nodded slightly, and immediately took action. Obedient and silent, this is the golden rule that is widely circulated by drivers. This is why the driver, the secretary, and the first are called the three major weapons of China's anti-corruption.

Li Wei put on an equally expensive trench coat in addition to the custom-made suit he ironed. Then it silently disappeared into the crowd of people coming and going. As he strolled, he carefully sniffed the scents of his neighborhood. Somehow, from the moment he sent away the leaders of the bank, a crazy thought uncontrollably drilled out of his heart, **tease his reason.

He hadn't experienced such emotions for a long time. I vaguely remember the last time, exactly ten years ago. And that time, it was vaguely like this, a stormy night.

Madness and **, fear and withdrawal. The emotions of that night were extraordinarily rich, and it was only after that night that Li Wei had an epiphany, so he embarked on the right path of doing business.

"Indulge once in a while, it should be fine, right?" Li Wei enlightened himself like this in his heart. In fact, the moment he broke away from the driver, he had already made a decision.

It was probably because it was expected to rain. The subway at night is particularly crowded. After dinner, the working people crowded into the subway and rushed to their nests in this huge city. Similarly, CBD's nightless mode is also on. Young people who like nightlife have also dressed up and come down from the subway. Get ready to relax in a bustling mall or a bustling bar.

In the rapid alternation of the two groups of people, a down-and-out old man sat at the entrance of the subway. Ragged clothes and unshaven beards are the biggest characteristics of this type of people. In front of him was a large Coke cup from Kentucky Duck, which was stuffed with a few dollars of coins and change.

This is a beggar. A beggar who has been repeatedly banned and can be seen everywhere in people's lives. However, it is clear that the people of the Demon Capital are not friendly to this kind of person, and the tired office workers are in a hurry, and they don't bother to look at this old man at all. The young people who came out to have fun were even more reluctant to spoil their good mood, and they also pretended not to see this slightly unlucky old man, laughing at each other and walking quickly.

The old man leaning against the wall of the subway passage, he did not put on a pitiful and bitter appearance to attract attention, but just lazily looked at the numb passers-by. Perhaps because his hair was too long, the gray bangs covered half of his face, and no one noticed that his eye sockets were sunken, like those of terminally ill patients. But his eyes were extraordinarily bright, so bright that they were seductive and shocking.

However, because he has been half-lying down, those passers-by who are high up will not notice his eyes.

The ads on the channel wall lightbox are switching. The moment the two giant advertisements switch, the bright light box will dim in that moment.

At that moment, the old man's shadow began from his body and stretched rapidly in all directions. The shadow seemed to be a fly that had seen a cake, and it was like a spider about to prey, and the image spread out was extremely terrifying.

Almost half a second, after the ad switched, the bright lights once again illuminated every corner of the passage. The old man was still leaning against the wall, playing aimlessly with his fingers. The cracks between his slender nails were covered with black mud stains, mixed with a little bit of blood.

Just then, there was a loud noise outside the passage. Then pedestrians rushed in, and there were some water stains on their heads and bodies.

It's raining.

The old man's head tilted a little, looked at the dripping water stains, grinned, stretched out his tongue and licked his dry lips.

His stomach was hungry.

"Hey, you're just walking around. Are we on a mission? What about the goal? Meng Jin had been lying on the tuyere on the top floor, monitoring every move nearby. Raindrops the size of beans crackled in with the slanting wind, sending a white mist up on the scope.

"There's no hurry. It's an open-ended task. Coco's voice was still calm. She and Sachiko stood at the entrance of the mall with a cup of hot chocolate in hand, staring at the pouring rain outside.

"Open-ended missions?" Meng Jin had only heard Coco say that the bounty was huge, but he didn't know anything about the details of the mission.

"It's a task that has only basic limits and no specific goals. This mission is limited to the scope, but there is no restriction on the demons. This is a form of issuing a mission based on limited intelligence. This time, for example, we only know that there are demons in the financial districts of this area. However, the type, grade, and number are unknown. That's why we have to form small groups and keep searching. Zhou Tang's voice came faintly from the earphones, just like he answered the teacher's questions in class.

"What does that mean. That is, our remuneration is also uncertain? For Meng Jin, who had a sharp need for money, the first thing that came to mind was the issue of bounty.

"Don't worry, the lower limit of the bounty this time is $1 million." Coco took a sip of hot chocolate and smiled.

"1 million, so many?" Meng Jin suddenly came to his senses.

"Because this time the information is about a Chastes-class demon." Sachiko coldly poured a bucket of cold water.

"Chesters...... What the? The level of the Minotaur?! Meng Jin suddenly coughed violently, and the cold wind blowing high in the sky outside rushed straight into his lungs. The memories of that night instantly surrounded Meng Jin like this rainstorm, you must know that the minotaur almost took his own life. Although he won the first kill by mistake, Meng Jin didn't believe that his luck would be as good as those protagonists of novels like Long Aotian.

"Hehe, this is basic information. Open-ended quests with no upper limit. Coco smiled deliciously and poked Sachiko's delicate doll-like face beside her.

Outside the mall, the wind was strong and the rain was pouring. At 9 p.m., Lujiazui CBD.

On the glass curtain wall, Coco's face hidden under the jersey hat was blurred by the trickling rain, leaving only her beautiful dark green eyes flickering and dimming.

The world is lonely and desolate, the prelude to a stormy night.

A story is about to begin, and Coco believes that the story must be thrilling.