The fiery red-haired young man, looking at the two men in front of him, was deeply troubled, and he weighed the pros and cons and decided to end the conflict by means of peace talks. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Below is Randolph Orlando of the Red Constellation, ask for the names of the two."

Orlando, this is the surname of the red constellation head of the family. Duchamp narrowed his eyes and carefully examined the strength of this young master of the red constellation. That's right, it still looks like a half-sized little ghost, but it has reached the strength of the seventh order.

"We're just nobodies, and we're nothing compared to the Orlando Furious Family, which dominates the West." The wolf picked up the conversation without being salty, measuring the strength of the other party, calculating that if there was a conflict, he could take down this kid in a few rounds.

When they came to Haidu this time, they did not make a noise, nor did they get specific information about the red constellation. The fact that the other party came to the door so quickly is alarming. The wolf observes the other party's expression intently, hoping that the other party is not aware of his own transaction.

The red-haired man was not only a little angry when he had already reported his name but did not ask for the other party's name. However, his intention was not to provoke conflict between the two sides. "I don't think we have any fundamental conflict, or that's the end of it."

"Okay." The wolf said succinctly.

"However, can you tell us a little bit about your trip to the west?" The red-haired man was unwilling to ask again.

The wolf's eyes gradually contracted, and his gaze swept coldly behind the red-haired man. Duchamp felt that there was no need to conflict with this notorious hunting regiment because of this, and took over the conversation.

"We're just passing by for soy sauce and going back to tell the head of your group that we're not interested in the market share and underground trading here."

"yes, that couldn't be better." Suddenly, a strong red-haired man turned from behind the bushes and spoke to him.

The wolf looked at the strong man in front of him, and his pupils suddenly contracted. This strong man who suddenly appeared had an aura of oppression on him.

"Is it the God of Fighting? Or a war ghost? ”

"Hahahaha, do you want to know my name? Hum! The brawny man let out a long pinprick whistle from his nostrils, and had already used a sonic attack to probe the two men in front of him. No, both of them did not change their faces, and their figures did not waver.

When the spy failed, he raised his head and let out an arrogant smile: "Hahaha, that's good!" There are no more than three people with such skills on Polaris. I heard that Captain Worcester has been in poor health lately, and I think you are Wolf and Goethe Worcester. ”

"You guessed it wrong, I'm Goethe Worcester." Another group of people came out from behind the bushes, and it was Goethe and the others who had been following the original thieves.

The red-haired man glanced at Goethe, as well as the four elite hunters looming behind him, and nodded appreciatively: "It is worthy of being a hunting regiment entrenched in the north, it has strength, I like it." It seems that the rumors are not true, and after Fried was injured, Polaris' strength was still hidden in the dragon and crouching tiger. ”

"Uncle War Ghost, aren't your strength stronger?" Duchamp had already guessed the identity of the bearded man through the data detected by the detection system and the posture of Randolph standing next to him. He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have had a chance encounter with this person.

However, the war ghost had forgotten about the encounter on the mountain road, he had not seen Duchamp at all, and of course he could not see it this time, Duchamp was still wearing a gangster mask on his head.

The war ghost glanced at Duchamp with contempt. "Hmph, who are you, who are you?"

"I'm just a nobody under Captain Wolf, and of course I can't compare to an old-timer like you." Duchamp bit the 'old' word very hard.

The war ghost didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a deep sense of disgust for the kid in front of him, and he said with a gloomy face: "It seems that Captain Fried should take good care of his subordinates." As he spoke, he suddenly advanced at an incredible speed, and slashed his palm at Duchamp, who was standing crookedly.

"Ouch, the palm power is good, there are echoes in the air, uncle, you are really old and strong." Duchamp flashed a few meters away, and his two palms snapped a few times to show his support.

The man known as the 'war ghost' stared at Duchamp a few steps away with an incredible look. Randolph and his subordinates were also in the same place, and no one could have imagined that this kid would be able to dodge lightly from the war ghost.

When the war ghost launched a surprise attack, the wolf who could not react suddenly surged with remorse, anger, and anxiety in his heart, but then, he saw Duchamp flashing a few steps away, and saw Goethe standing under the tree with his hands crossed, without the slightest anxiety, and immediately reacted, it turned out that this kid named Styry was not an ordinary person.

The war ghost did not please him at all, and when he saw the wolf on the side, Goethe was in a good time, and Duchamp stood there and twisted around, and his whole body was teasing him, and he was unscrupulous.

He immediately made a decision, restrained his skills, and laughed hajlenly: "Yes, even the talents under Captain Wolf are so agile, this time Polaris is far to the west, we should be entertained by the east, a high-level club in the city, 'Noai Brown', is our industry, Young Master Goethe, do you want to go to entertainment?" ”

Goethe secretly cursed the 'old fox' in his heart, and said expressionlessly: "No need, we will go back in two days, I am afraid that we will not have time to receive your kindness." ”

"Oh, what's the matter with such a tight schedule?"

Goethe stubbornly rejected this tentative remark, and said bluntly: "It is getting late, and everyone has met, and I hope that in the next few days, such a situation as tonight will not occur again, so as not to hurt the peace." ”

With that, he waved his hand, and his men gathered together, and in the darkness of the night, swaggered away from the woods.

The war ghost looked at the back of Goethe's group quickly leaving, but he also gave up tracking and led his men to leave.

The fiery red-haired young man leaned over and asked, "Uncle, have we just given up the investigation, and how can we report it to the client?" ”

The war ghost looked at his nephew, who was only sixteen years old and a little naïve, and said with a smile: "There is no need to track it down, their strength is not more than Er'er." As for the commission, I'll go and repay them personally. ”

At this time, the subordinates who arrived later had already gone to help those spies who had been injured earlier, but in fact they were just some gangsters in the city, and they retreated calmly.

The war ghost shook off his footsteps and walked towards a nondescript house in the old town. The lights were still on in the room, and the people inside were still waiting for his return.

The war ghost gently jumped over the courtyard wall and knocked on the door. After a while, the door opened.

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