To be honest, Lu Fuyan, who was resisted by others, did not find Mrs. Fengdie herself in the first place.

The noise interfered with his senses, and the shoulders and navels, which were hidden under the cover of shoulder straps and shorts, exuded a unique charm of holding a pipa and half-covering his face under the colorful light reflection.

Lu Fuyan, like Chen Weili, who was arrested together, was held hostage by human nature the moment he came to the center of the dance floor.

Although they couldn't move their whole bodies, their eyes still saw the white and smooth toes from the crooks of their arms, and instinctively chased after those plump glimpses.

But the difference is that the dead fat man chooses to let go of his desires, and it is not until the beautiful woman in red silk and with thousands of manners speaks that he suddenly wakes up.

And Lu Fuyan was only lost for a short moment, and then immediately subdued the horse heart ape, and through the subtle differences in clothing and demeanor, he could distinguish the figure of the person in charge from the group of young ladies who had lost their feet - because of this, he saw more than Chen Weili, and the information he captured was more perfect.

"This is the slave who was sold to Hisun Pharmaceutical?"

"Yes. The man has been brought, what else do you command? ”

"It doesn't look special..."

Mrs. Fengdie pushed away the wine glass handed to her by her female pet, and straightened up the jade body that was originally leaning on the leather sofa.

But she didn't actually turn in Lu Fuyan's direction, she just squinted her eyes, glanced at him with her peripheral vision for a moment, and then quickly lost interest.

"Now that the person has been brought back, you will deal with it according to the old rules."

"Yes. In addition to arresting people, will we talk about the boxing match later? ”

"We have to deal with tonight's excitement first... Let's wait. ”

"Yes."

Zhao Manjun answered three times in a row, and then didn't say anything more.

She gave the one-eyed old captain a look, and the latter immediately understood, and carried Lu Fuyan and Chen Weili to the empty treasure chest on the third floor.

Miss Zhao followed them this time, and it wasn't until she entered the box and dismissed the other idlers that she put away her previous businesslike solemn aura and put on that slightly playful smile again.

"Okay, this is finally our own territory, if there is anything we can continue to talk about, you can also ask any questions."

With a wave of her hand, the power that sealed the mouths of the two along the way finally dissipated, and the shackles that pressed on her body were also lifted.

The dead fat man crawled and shrank in the corner, occasionally patrolling between Miss Zhao and the old captain with a flattering gaze.

Lu moved his hands and feet, and sat opposite Miss Zhao without humility or arrogance - there was a solid wood coffee table between the two, and then a special glass that was transparent to the face, which could overlook the entire dance floor from above.

"I have a lot of questions, but since Miss Zhao invited us here, I think it's better to let the host ask questions first."

"Then I'm afraid you'll have to wait."

Zhao Manjun tapped the dance floor below with her chin.

"It's different here than outside, where the day starts at one or two o'clock in the afternoon and doesn't end until dawn. Now is the most lively time, Mrs. Fengdie has to sit below, and she can't come up for a while. ”

"Is this necessary? If the Lord is sitting here, why wait for that impostor? ”

"Oh? Do you think that Mrs. Butterfly on the dance floor is fake? ”

Zhao Manyun cocked his right leg, and at the same time rested his right elbow on the side of his knee socket, supported his chin with his palm, and leaned forward slightly in the direction of Lu Fuyan.

And Chen Weili, who was originally shrunk in the corner of the wall with his head in his hands, couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard this.

He opened his mouth slightly, and looked at someone Lu who was speaking wildly with a look of shock and incomprehension.

… Since settling down at the Toutuoling Relay Station three years ago, it was not the first time he had met Mrs. Fengdie.

For the woman who could sit in one of the seats of the Civic Council in the inner city, he had been in awe and awe over the years, and he had always dealt with it carefully.

Until tonight's incident, Chen Weili thought that he had formed some friendship with the other party.

However, what Lu Fuyan said not only completely subverted his original existing cognition, but also inadvertently brought out secrets that might affect the entire Civic Committee!

This sent the dead fat man into a deeper panic...

He felt that he was like a fat sheep who had strayed into the wolves now, and he hated how he was so obsessed with the ghost that day that he caught Lu Fuyan in this big trouble back to his shop!

But on the other hand, man's natural desire for knowledge and curiosity manipulated his instincts on the other hand, making Chen Weili listen to every word Lu said next very carefully.

"Do you think I deliberately pushed out the shield to divert the gaze and then secretly control everything?"

"Or else?"

Lu Fuyan shrugged.

"Didn't you make it clear what you had just now?

That Lady Phoenix didn't know me at all, how could she have a bad relationship with Hisun Pharmaceutical for a slave she had never met?

And a series of three questions, on the surface, it seems to be giving instructions, but in fact, you are deliberately guiding or making suggestions. What boss would be so distempered with his subordinates? ”

"Based on this, you assume that she is an impostor?"

"Almost... Then there are some subjective feelings on the momentum, but that can only be used as a reference, and it is not accurate. ”

Lu Fuyan's words were loud.

But in fact, what really supported him to make a decisive judgment was the "subjective feeling" that was brought by the last stroke.

Using the function of the [Intelligence Organization], he pretended to use the NKUD to carry out a tentative invasion of the Lady Phoenix Butterfly when he entered the dance floor.

Although it is impossible for Lu to really send a spy, this "attempt" itself is enough for the system panel to give feedback, and show the success rate of building a spy network in the enemy country in the corresponding functional section!

- As a result, judging from the data, the probability of successfully invading Madame Fengdie is similar to that of ordinary people, but the probability of success in invading Zhao Manyun is surprisingly low.

Combined with the other doubts mentioned above, if someone Lu can't see the hidden cats in it, then it is really called having eyes and no beads.

"Unfortunately, you didn't guess that right. She really is Mrs. Phoenix. ”

In the face of Miss Zhao's answer, Lu Fuyan's face was expressionless, but Chen Weili in the corner of the wall secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"But looking at it from another angle, you're not too wrong."

Zhao Manjun paused for a while before finishing the second half of the sentence.

This time, Lu still didn't say anything on the surface, but the dead fat man directly covered his heart, and the whole person was stuck on the sound-absorbing wallpaper, so that he couldn't suffocate himself...

It's a pity that Miss Zhao didn't understand him as a third party at all.

She changed her position, tilted her body to the other side synchronously, and then spoke again: "Okay, since you are so smart, I really have a question for you here." ”

She suddenly raised her hand and pointed at Chen Weili, who was trembling.

"I want to know, why did you kill Rodney of Hisun Company after you got out of trouble, but let go of Chen Weili, who arrested you in the slave shop?"

Zhao Manyun's words subjectively did not carry the slightest malice. But when it fell into the ears of the dead fat slave owner, he was suddenly frightened and pale, and his soul was not possessed...

He had the heart to hurry up and curry favor with Lu someone, but his nervous tongue was knotted, and he couldn't exert the three successes of slapping horses on weekdays.