Peter received the call the next afternoon. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info At this time, he had just finished his date with Gwen. She still has some opinions about his farewell last time, and she shook a lot of tempers with him today. However, under his usual dead face and ridicule, her mood was obviously much better than when they met three hours ago.

As soon as Gwen got on the bus home, a buzzing bell rang from inside Peter's backpack. He pulled out his phone, only to find that there was no caller ID on the phone's screen. He finally reacted and took out another phone from his backpack that had been useless for almost a month. The phone he bought shortly after he gained his abilities as a cover for his second identity. And this one has never been used since he got the encrypted phone from the weasel, and the number of people who know this phone number can be said to be only a handful.

After his heart beat wildly a few times, he quickly looked around, and when he saw that there was no one who could do it, he walked to a remote corner and pressed the turn button after making sure that no one else was eavesdropping.

"Who is this?" Peter was quite cautious and did not directly reveal any information about himself. And as he expected, a weasel's voice came from the phone. However, this familiar voice has no usual humor and frivolity, but seems a little restrained and nervous.

"It's me, weasel."

"I thought you would have sold this phone number a long time ago." Peter's voice didn't show much enthusiasm. Although he did want to ask the weasel for help now, the last conversation between them was not so pleasant.

"You didn't give me many options at the time, and I was a family owner who had to take care of other people's opinions. But don't worry, I won't give away your information, especially if I know what you're capable of. The weasel's tone sounded rather helpless, and then, he suddenly became serious. Red Mask, I need you to come over in the next few days. There are some things that need to be asked of you. ”

Peter's heart skipped a beat, it was rare for a weasel to sound so serious, he didn't even call out the nickname 'Little Red Riding Hood'. It seems that the fact that he needs help is indeed not trivial.

"It's been a long time since we've seen each other, and now you're asking me for help on the first call you make to me. You're a bit unauthentic. After making sure that the other party was not hostile at the moment, Peter could not be serious for a while. It was purely a matter of habit, and in their previous conversation, the weasel and his conversation had probably been seven or eight out of ten

"I wouldn't have done it if I didn't really need your help. Rest assured, as long as there are no problems on your side, I can still guarantee safety. The weasel said with a wry smile. Don't worry, I will definitely pay you for this, and you don't have to worry about working for me for nothing. ”

Peter was silent for a moment, but when he spoke again, his tone became enthusiastic, and the matter of repairing the suit was temporarily re-swallowed back into his stomach.

"Don't say that, if you really encounter something terrible, it is naturally more important to help you solve the trouble first. As for the remuneration, these can be discussed later. Of course, having been a partner for so long, I'm sure you won't cheat me on this. Peter was unusually cheerful, causing the weasel on the other end of the phone to be slightly stunned.

"Thank you, I knew I could rely on you in this regard!" The weasel was overjoyed and spoke a little faster. "How about meeting here at the bar after dinner time this afternoon?"

"After supper," Peter said in an embarrassed tone. I probably won't be able to go tonight, I have other plans. ”

"And when are you free?" The weasel on the other end of the line seemed a little urgent, and Peter had to interrupt him first.

"Wait a minute, let's talk about what it is. Just be clear, you know my rules. ”

"Rest assured, rest assured. It's not a violation of your rules, but it does have to do with another client. I couldn't tell it on the phone for a while, and there was a possibility of leaks. When we meet, I'll naturally tell you the whole thing. ”

Peter hesitated for a moment and finally agreed. "Well, tomorrow night at half past eight, see you or leave."

"Okay, meet at the bar at half past eight, see you or leave."

After putting the phone back in his bag, Peter's expression had become rather ugly, and his face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping. He spun back and forth a few times, looking rather impatient. After a few minutes, he seemed to finally figure something out and let out a breath. Peter took his everyday cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Matt's number.

"Hello, I'm Matt. Murdoch, are you...? "Matt's beginnings are almost always the same. It seems that he did not turn on the voice function of the caller contact, and should not be at home. But since Matt can't see, the contact function doesn't seem to be of any use to him, and he has to memorize every phone number of his friends himself before he can make a call. No wonder he never took the initiative to call himself, maybe he didn't remember his number at all.

Peter's mind flew off into the distance at once, and it wasn't until Matt asked again on the other end of the phone that he came back to his senses. Thinking of what he was going to say next, his face turned gloomy again.

"Matt, you can refuse this request, I won't have a problem with it. But I need your help now. ”

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The weasel hung up the phone in his hand and stared blankly at the man standing in front of him. Kilgrave was looking at him earnestly, with a strange smile on his face. The weasel's eyes kept rolling, and a few drops of sweat the size of soybeans ran down the back of his neck.

"So he's already agreed?" Kilgrave said slowly, and the weasel's mouth twitched a few times, opening open without his brain control.

"He has promised to come, tomorrow night at half past eight."

"Good, then I need to stay here for one night. And, of course, my companions. Kilgrave pointed behind his back, and Luke was silent. Cage stood behind him like a giant made of rock, blocking all directions that might threaten Kilgrave with his body. In a corner of the bar, a dark figure nodded.

"Understood. Upstairs there are two rooms where you can rest. The weasel nodded, and replied in a stiff voice. Kilgrave frowned and looked around the bar. At this time, the bar was full of people as usual, but they were unusually noisy, just sitting there quietly drinking drinks.

"These people are all kicked out, and the bar doesn't open while I'm there."

"Understood." The weasel nodded.

"Also, I hope that by ten o'clock tonight I go to bed, I won't see a single stain in my room. Violet-scented incense is to be lit inside, and a bright red wool carpet is to be laid on the floor. Kilgrave continued to make his almost vexatious demands. You know, the rooms upstairs of the Weasel Bar are worse than those cheap hotel rooms for $30 a night, and the humid air, dirty, broken floors and walls can cost thousands of dollars to clean and repair, and the price would have doubled in an afternoon. The weasel, on the other hand, simply agreed, without even the slightest hesitation.

"Okay, then you can go about your business." Kilgrave waved his hand twice, and the weasel immediately retreated obediently. He turned around and waved again at the entire bar, and the thirty or so people present put down their drinks in their hands, stood up, and then left the tavern one by one through the door in an orderly manner. No one spoke during the whole process, only the neat and heart-numbing footsteps echoed through the bar.

"That's it! Let's prepare a welcome party for our new friends. Kilgrave clapped his hands, and the smile on his face widened.