This morning was a little cool, the mist was hazy, and the old street lights on both sides of the road slowly dimmed.

The Zero Tavern in Coral City opened a side door, and the small wooden door dangled gently in the morning breeze.

Yin Yi leaned against the door, holding a lit cigarette in his hand, flicked the ashes, and spat out a puff of white smoke mixed with alcohol.

When the wind blew, the soot on the ground flew away one by one, and the white smoke melted into the mist.

There's a message from HQ asking him to keep an eye out for anyone who might be a masked monster.

[About the three necessary measures and seven important requirements for "masked monsters"......]

【About ......】

The mobile phone in Yin Yi's pocket vibrated twice, and he received two documents from the headquarters, both marked with the words "Top Secret".

He took out his phone, passed the verification with his personal permissions, clicked through the documents, and saw a bunch of long and complicated content.

I don't know when the documents at the headquarters of the Zero Tavern have become more and more formulaic.

"Strict control...... Strict implementation of ...... Enlarge...... Strengthen...... Promote ......"

It's a similar word every time, and I can see Yin Yi's headache.

What can be said in two sentences has to be sent two documents of more than 20,000 words, and one content can be repeated more than a dozen times from different angles.

If he dared to write like this, the author would have been sent a blade by readers long ago.

At this time, Yin Mo suddenly appeared in the shadows behind him, quickly snatched the mobile phone from Yin Yi's hand, and said with a frown, "Master, how can you play with your mobile phone while smoking?"

"Amo, you ......"

"Master, have you ever considered the feeling of smoke when you step on two boats like this?"

「……」

Yin Yi helplessly supported his forehead, not knowing what to say.

He slowly squatted at the door, flicked off the cigarette ash again, and didn't smoke it, but just said to Yin Mo behind him, "Ah Mo, these documents are top secret information, and you don't have permission to browse them."

"I didn't browse." Yin Mo looked innocent, "I just accidentally saw it."

「……」

Yin Yi didn't bother to say it again, after all, he was his own apprentice, and he had no children, so he would have to have a pensioner in the future.

His junior brother Xue Lie was miserable, and Xue Lin died when he died, but the words he said before he died really made Xue Lie uncomfortable.

Yin Mo suddenly asked, "Master, this document says that everyone in the tavern who has a relationship with the face must be interrogated by you personally, when are you going to interrogate me?"

Yin Yi: "When do you want to interrogate?"

"Right now, just like we're all here."

Yin Mo raised his eyebrows lightly and pointed behind him.

The members of the entire North Wind Story Club were there, and everyone's eyes stayed on the mobile phone in Yin Mo's hand, browsing the top-secret document that only the store manager's permission could see.

Yin Yi sighed helplessly, he knew that he couldn't ask anything, and he didn't even bother to turn around, and asked directly, "What do you have to do with the masked monsters?"

"I've heard of it."

"It's not deep."

"I've seen one or two sides."

"It's just a few days of friendship."

「……」

The members of the North Wind Story Club replied one after another, and the answers were more outrageous than the other.

Yin Yi didn't even turn on the recorder, and after listening to it, he said casually: "That's it, I've passed this level, there will be people from the headquarters in a few days, and all the information and monitoring in the tavern will be retrieved at that time, and all the relevant personnel during this time will be questioned, you still have to think of a way to deal with the people at the headquarters."

"Everyone?"

"Almost." Yin Yi nodded, "The headquarters is very meticulous and imperious, in our branch, every member should be questioned individually once or even many times, you remember to confess."

Speaking of this, Yin Yi's tone became very solemn.

The headquarters of the Zero Tavern is a behemoth, and it has recruited a large number of members with search, reconnaissance, interrogation, etc., and it is not so easy to deal with them.

On this planet, it is difficult for the people who provoke the tavern to survive the first month.

Even if you can carry this month, you must be incognito and careful not to expose your blood, fingerprints, hair, saliva and even dander.

The pressure from headquarters, like the fog this morning, was so thick that it could not be dissipated.

Far to the north, the fog is just as thick today, and when you look down from the sky, the whole city looks like an abstract oil painting.

The cold wind drifted through the streets, and the old rusty vans drove into the city with black exhaust fumes, and the dim yellow headlights barely illuminated the road ahead, and the cars shook and creaked, as if they would fall apart in the next second.

"Boss, we're here, what's next?"

The van slowly stopped on the side of the road, and the glass windows dropped a little, giving the car a little more fresh air.

The young man sitting in the driver's seat pulled up the handbrake, his face was tired, his greasy hair hung down in front of his forehead, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for a few days, he groped for half a box of cigarettes in his coat pocket and handed one to the co-pilot.

In the passenger seat was none other than the fisherman.

He arrived at the city on time as agreed with Su Xia.

"Smack!"

The fisherman looked vicissitudes, pressed the lighter, approached the flame with a cigarette in his mouth, and took a shuddering puff.

After this mouthful, there was a hint of satisfaction on his face.

He rolled down the window, leaned against the back of the seat, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke out of the window, and his whole tense body was a little looser, like a deflated ball.

"What else can I do?" The fisherman looked out the window and sighed in a low voice, "Xue Lin is dead, those high-level executives of the sugar water company can't be contacted, most of them are dead, the Jiang family and the Wei family are also disabled, and the whole city is a mess, what can little people like us do?"

"Boss, is the sky going to change?"

"I don't know, it's up to the masked monster to survive."

On the way here, the two learned about what happened in Fish Scale City through the car radio.

The fisherman was shocked for a long time when he learned that the mysterious man was the masked monster, and then he was terrified that he would not expect to survive the terrifying man.

What happened after that made his scalp tingle.

"Even the castle lord is dead......

Looking at the white expanse outside the car, the fisherman was a little more dazed.

He's just a salesman, and in this kind of battle of big shots, he is as fragile as duckweed in the rain, and he can only drift with the water.

"Hum—"

"Hum—"

The cell phone in his clothes rang suddenly.

The fisherman's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly took out his mobile phone, only to find that it was a strange call.

Is it Mask Monster?

He immediately pressed the answer button and cautiously asked, "Hey?"

"Fisherman, it's me, Ren Jun, we've met at the meeting before."

The person on the other side of the phone went straight to the point and reported his identity.

The fisherman was surprised: "You're still alive?"

"Yes, I'm the only one left in charge of the sugar water company, and the others are dead." Ren Jun said bluntly, "I used some means to temporarily get part of the equity in the hands of those dead people, and now I have 51% of the shares, and I have the final say in the entire company."

"Mask-sama told you to contact me?"

"That's right, drive directly to the central square, stop under the Jiang Group's building, and then come to the top floor, we have to talk to the new city lord."

"The new city lord?" The fisherman wondered, "So soon?"

"It's Jiang Zhi, Jiang Xiong's nephew, you'll know when you come."

"Good!"

The fisherman hung up the phone, and the hanging heart slowly let go.

He had a hunch that he might have to take a completely different path in the rest of his life.

"Let's drive." He commanded.

"Boss, where are you going?"

"The building of the Jiang Group."

After getting the news, the younger brother didn't ask much, and immediately threw the cigarette in his hand out of the window and started the engine.

The old van staggered off again, weaving through the thick fog of the early morning, neither fast nor slow, driving through the tattered fighting area of Nancheng District, the wheels running over countless pieces of glass and reinforced concrete.

Half an hour later, the van was safely parked under the Jiang Group's building.

"Let's sleep in the car, and when you're hungry, go out and buy food by yourself, do you have any money?" The fisherman asked.

"Yes, and some money."

"Okay, if I don't come down today, leave me alone and find a clean job."

With that, the fisherman opened the door and got out of the car.

After yesterday's incident, all operations were suspended in both companies, and the building was deserted with few employees in sight.

He walked straight to the elevator in the upper area, took the elevator up, and slowly approached the top floor.

The fisherman did not fear for his life for the time being.

If Ren Jun wants to kill him, there is no need to call him here, just arrange for someone to kill him halfway.

"Ding—"

The elevator doors opened, revealing a luxurious penthouse room.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows are opposite the elevator doors, and you can look down on the bustling city when you step out of the elevator.

Many wealthy people like to buy a large flat in a high-rise building in the center of the city, as a way to clearly feel the real gap between people.

At work in the early morning, most of the people in the city get busy, running around for that little money, and they are like pathetic and pitiful ants in the city.

Others would lie in the high-mouthed bathtub by the window, next to the breakfast brought by the servant, and the comfort of watching the old pre-war music play on the classical record player in the room, and watching the busy ants below.

This is how power and nobility are contrasted.

"Fisherman, my friend, you look tired." Ren Jun greeted him, "How are your injuries? It's out of the way, right?"

"Fortunately, it's all flesh wounds, not internal organs, and after two injections of healing potions, it's almost better."

As soon as he thought of Su Xia's torture methods, the fisherman felt that the injured places were still aching.

If the same thing happened again, he would slip to his knees on the spot, without a second of hesitation, no matter what Su Xia asked, he would say.

"This is Mr. Jiang Zhijiang, and he is also the new city lord." Ren Jun pulled the fisherman and introduced him warmly.

The fisherman is not unfamiliar with this name, and he used to need publicity when he was doing sales in Fish Scale City.

Jiang Zhi is still very young, only in his early thirties, and he was only promoted by the internal director of the group before, and it stands to reason that the new city lord and the head of the family will not be able to take his turn, but the rest of the two high-level leaders have been killed by the mask monsters.

The fisherman took a look, and there were only three of them on the entire top floor.

Obviously, to talk about things.

And it's a big deal.

Jiang Zhi's face was also a little tired, his eyes were red, and his road to power was not easy, but he still smiled and stretched out his hand to the fisherman: "I have been looking up for a long time, I have heard for a long time that Mr. Fisherman is the best merchant in the whole city."

"The lord of the castle has won the prize, and I'm just a small trader."

The fisherman smiled at the right time and stretched out his hand to shake Jiang Zhi's hand.

The trio then sat down on a sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and simply turned their heads to the side for a spectacular view of the city.

Jiang Zhi didn't waste time, and said bluntly: "Mr. Fisherman, now that the two families have suffered heavy losses, and many people outside are watching, I need talents, a lot of talents."

"I understand." The fisherman nodded.

"First of all, let me make a statement." Jiang Zhi's expression became serious, "We are all dogs of the mechanical clan, and we don't have any rebellious mentality towards the mechanical clan, do you approve of it, Mr. Fisherman?"

"Yes, of course."

"Alright, let's get down to business."

Jiang Zhi's expression was soothed, a smile appeared on his face again, and he reached out and took out a very special potion from his arms.

The potion was the size of a little finger, and the liquid inside was green, making it look like a drink.

Seeing this, the fisherman subconsciously asked, "This is a new **?"

"Of course not, quite the opposite."

Jiang Zhi's smile did not change, looked at the fisherman's face, and slowly unscrewed the potion in his hand.

Suddenly, a minty fragrance wafted out, refreshing, just a moment to smell the heart is refreshing, as if even the fatigue has been relieved a lot.

The fisherman looked surprised and asked, "What is this?"

"Purification potion."

Sitting on one side, Ren Jun replied in place of Jiang Zhi, and said, "I was also surprised when I first saw this potion."

"Evolution?"

"No, it's purification."

Ren Jun noticed that there was a problem with the fisherman's pronunciation, and realized that he was wrong, and explained again: "This medicine, with just one pill, can free people from addictive drugs."

"What?"

The fisherman's eyelids jumped, and he almost couldn't sit still.

Isn't this reverse sucking*?

In just a moment, he realized the huge market potential of this elixir.

In Fish Scale City, in the entire southwest region, and even on the entire continent, there are countless people who are suffering under the control of addictive drugs, but more than 99% of them do not have the perseverance to quit.

That kind of thing, once it is contaminated, is basically ruined for the rest of its life.

"Of course, it's just physiologically getting rid of it, but it's not used psychologically, so there is a possibility of relapse." Ren Jun explained.

"Mr. Ren, this potion is ...... The Mask Master got it?"

"That's right, it's him."

Ren Jun nodded, stretched out his hand and slapped out a formula.

"When I woke up this morning, I saw this recipe next to my bed." He pushed the formula in front of the fisherman, "I immediately went to ask a pharmacist to refine it, and then I found an addicted guy to experiment, and the effect was quite good."

The ingredients in the recipe are not expensive, and several of them can be purchased in the herb stores on the street, and they are labeled:

[The difficulty of refining is extremely low, the process is simple, and the first-order pharmacist apprentice can also refine]

"A first-order pharmacist apprentice is actually similar to an ordinary person." Ren Jun continued, "I asked a few pharmacists, and they all said that it was not difficult, and they could directly set up factories to replace manual refining in an industrialized way, and then produce them in large quantities."

"I see."

The fisherman caressed his chest and took a deep breath.

Jiang Zhi, the new city lord, is also here, and his attitude is self-evident.

Is the entire Fish Scale City going to turn from darkness to light and embark on the path of light?

As long as you can make money and pay the fees to the Terrans on a regular basis, the Mechanics will not care what the Terran managers are doing.

Jiang Zhi smiled and said, "There is only one way, the masked monster is watching in the dark, if we don't follow this road, we may all lose our lives."

As he spoke, he reached out and compared his neck to his own.

All three of them knew that although the masked monster was wanted by the two superpowers of the Zero Tavern and the Automata, as long as he was alive, their heads could be separated from their bodies at any time.

By taking this path, they can not only save their lives, but also make money, and the three of them are happy to do it.

"The Mask Monster does hate the addictive drug industry...... A lot of people are saying that after this month, they will continue to do it because they feel that the Mask Geek will not live this month......

Jiang Zhi slowly tightened the purification potion, and his eyes moved to the white city outside the window.

"Not necessarily, I don't think."

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