"In, in, in!"

In a small private room on the second floor of the inn, Riley held a telescope and excitedly reported the whereabouts of Ibrahim and Nibali in the team chat.

Looking out of the mirror, the two of them were talking and laughing into the café.

"She seems to be very happy, the girl keeps smiling, her eyes are so beautiful. Ibrahim seems satisfied, Royce, give up. ”

"Don't make a fuss," Royce said in the team chat, "we're talking to Mr. Feida, and we're going to meet Najmuddin, the big man of the Holy Mosque, who is the real power here! Nothing beforehand don't contact me. With that, he turned off the team chat.

George smiled: "Everyone, Mr. Royce will be in charge of expanding the trade business in the future, and he is very busy, and we are likely to have one more expert in financial management and one less elite assassin." ”

Duck sighed: "People were originally the big and young people of the Chamber of Commerce, and returning to the industry is to make the best use of their talents." ”

Riley coughed solemnly, "Don't say it." Now is the time to get to work, and it's a good opportunity to get to know the forces of the various forces in the port of Umlim. The first detachment of the 1643 squad, all in place!"

The operation was not difficult, Duck disguised as an Alaba villain, watching Ibrahim's gestures at any time, as long as his fingers were gently shaking behind his back, Duck would go up and stir up the situation.

To make sure nothing went wrong, George dressed Duck himself, wearing a black robe in the traditional style of the Arab, with a strange-looking scimitar pinned to his waist, and a modified ghostfire mask on his face, which can now be called a slime face moon. It can not only change a person's appearance, but also fully reflect the subtle changes in facial muscles, which can be regarded as a change of face.

Duck came to the café early to prepare. He had been sitting in the café for more than twenty minutes, and no one dared to approach him, except for the foreman who brought him a cup of coffee.

The Holy Lord is above, which tribe is this big man with black skin from?

Nearly two meters tall, he sat there like a huge black sand dune, thick black curls falling down his cheeks, covering his pitted cheeks, and his equally thick beard, and his eyes were thin and small, and he was murderous.

A few Ara swordsmen who also carried scimitars to try their luck to get business entered the door with their entourage, glanced at the knife on Duck's waist, turned around and left: "Yatai dry knife, stay away." ”

The entourage behind him asked, "Master, what kind of knife is Yatai's dry knife?"

"Whether it is a Healy knife, a para knife, or a Shamhir knife, the blade is a curved knife with an outward curved blade, but the Yataigan is a recurve knife with a blade bent inward. Its weight is concentrated in the first half, and a single knife can split the leg bone of a camel. ”

"Oh!" the attendant exclaimed.

Another knife guest said: "And it has no gauntlets, and its weight is lighter than ordinary knives, so it is easy to carry and easy to dispense." The master who really plays this knife, out of the sheath, a light, the opponent falls. ”

The attendant asked, "Then why don't we use it?"

"It's too hard to call. Its center of gravity is too forward, and the small strength can't control it, and the strong grip is fluttering, and the accurate head is not good. Without decades of hard work, coming out with this thing is looking for abuse. Umlim Harbor is full of people, dare to swagger with this kind of knife to swagger through the market, either a full master or a full outlaw, let's get rich, don't play with life, more is better than less, go. ”

Duck didn't know that someone had labeled him an outlaw, but he felt that the absence of buzzing noise was so clean that it was just what he wanted.

At this moment, with Riley's shouts of joy, Ibrahim and Nibali entered the door. Ibrahim knew that this black-clothed villain was Dark, and he didn't speak, but Nibari stared at the knife on Duck's waist in surprise for a long time, although he couldn't see the lower half of his face clearly while wearing a veil, but the big watery eyes really made Duck shake his head, fortunately, now his eyes are small, and he can't see it.

The two sat down, and after a few simple polite words, the atmosphere gradually became warmer, Ibrahim propped up the table with one elbow, leaned forward slightly, and let out a hearty laugh; Nibali bowed her head slightly, covered her mouth with the back of her hand, and her big eyes were full of smiles, obviously looking shy, but she couldn't help but quietly raise her eyes to look at Ibrahim.

Darker pouted imperceptibly.

Ibrahim, this kid, is obviously very satisfied, but this trip is in vain.

At this moment, a guy with two mustaches came over: "Master, are you sitting on the flying carpet?"

Duck was stunned, the flying carpet is a common short-distance transportation here, which is convenient and fast, and the price is not too expensive. The café often stops in front of and behind the building, and the coachman pulls the customers to solicit business.

But what does this have to do with me? So many people don't dare to come, and you little coachman dare to come and tease Lao Tzu?

Duck frowned, "Don't sit." ”

The mustache leaned forward with a shy face: "Master, my price is the fairest, my technique-"

The kid happened to block Ibrahim's table, and Duck was displeased, and raised his hand to pull him aside: "Go aside." ”

The mustache glanced behind him, smiled mysteriously, pulled a chair, sat down beside Dark, leaned forward, and whispered, "Master, do you recognize who that man is?"

Duck secretly said where this guy came out, nosy! But it was not easy to have a seizure, so he snorted twice and kept silent.

The mustache's smile became more and more mysterious: "He is Ibrahim, the only son of the boss of the carriage and horse dealership, Lord Feida! In this port of umlim, all those with wheels, can float, and have four legs, which one does not belong to his family? That is the 'big' rich man! Rich man! We little people can only look up!"

Duck glared at him: "Boss, I don't sit on the flying carpet, there is something else, please." ”

Not only did the mustache not leave, but his whole face was pasted: "Master, let me tell you the truth, from the moment you entered the door, your eyes have not left the girl." That girl is very pretty. ”

"With a veil, you can still know that you are pretty?"

The mustache straightened his chest: "Of course! I, Teddy Ma, have been driving the flying carpet for fifteen years, and I have seen a lot of beautiful and ugly women, and I have read all over the world, and I naturally have no yarn in my heart - that girl, you know, or an acquaintance, let's say, is it a sister or a daughter." ”

Duck couldn't help but laugh: "What the hell do you want to do?"

Ma Teddy shook his head helplessly: "If you really don't care, what are you still staring at her? Master Feida is a good person, but this young master Ibrahim, hmph, I heard that he was a loser when he was young, and later he took up a sum of money from his father, slipped away to a foreign country to spend all his money, owed a lot of debts, and wiped out his father's family property, and came back in ashes." No, Master Feida's business has just improved, and he ran out to flirt with girls and pick up girls - it's really not a thing!"

Duck really wanted to kick this guy out of the way, what the hell was this?, he sighed helplessly.

It's okay not to sigh, this sigh Ma Teddy is even more energetic: "Master, don't blame me for talking nonsense, I tell you, if it's really a man and a woman who you want me, then I don't care about this idle matter." However, you see, both parents were not present, and two young people ran out alone, this kind of immoral thing, isn't it confusing, which girl will do it?"

"Since Master Ibrahim has been in a foreign country for many years and has learned the habits of the outside, it is not surprising—" Duck didn't finish his sentence, and his heart suddenly moved.

It is the custom of the Arabi that unmarried young men and women cannot sit alone without their parents. If Ibrahim, who has studied abroad in Doland for more than ten years, is more open and doesn't care about this, then what is the matter with Nibali, who has been living in Arra?

Before he could figure it out, he suddenly noticed that Ibrahim's right hand was inadvertently back to the back of the chair, and his index finger was shaking slightly.

Why, aren't you having a good time? I'm going to play?