In the brawl, the man's figure was still as thin as it was back then, but his every move was extremely ruthless. Fu Youhan witnessed his subordinates and was beaten by him one by one. He hurriedly shouted, "Stop me!"

As soon as Fu Youhan's voice came out, his subordinates all stopped. Jiang Moxi froze the moment she heard the familiar male voice. Fu Youhan! After so many nights of ear and sideburn grinding, the memory belonging to this man has long been engraved in the depths of Jiang Moxi's memory. Even if he didn't look back, Jiang Moxi knew that the man who was giving orders must be him. But she didn't dare to turn back, and she couldn't turn back. She must be sober and self-controlled, otherwise not only herself, but even Jingyan will be affected. So, Jiang Moxi quickly said to Jing Yan, "Let's go!"

After years of cultivating tacit understanding, Jing Yan immediately understood what she meant, and rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window with her. When the two arrived in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Jiang Moxi entered the mall and quietly planted a miniature explosive device that exploded immediately. With a "bang", the floor-to-ceiling windows were blown out of the hole. Although the explosive force was small, it still set off a chain reaction. The fire alarm in the mall has been activated, and the people who are in the mall are rushing out in a panic. After the people outside the mall heard the explosion, some hurriedly dodged, some stood in the distance and marveled, and some of them rushed downstairs to see and annoy. "Wow, a real-life version of the cornice."

"Is this a cop blockbuster?"

"So handsome! Can you take me with you?"

In short, the scene was quite chaotic at one point. "Don't go!"

Fu Youhan once opened his mouth to stay, and even had to ignore the fact that there were so many people present and said what the dead ghost had helped him before. But this exclamation directly made Jiang Moxi and Jing Yan jump out of the window one after another. Fu Youhan hurriedly rushed to the floor-to-ceiling window, only to see the green hoodie turn around, and the wire hook popped out of the sleeve. The wire hook hung on the guardrail around the wall, and he grabbed one end, and the other end quickly grabbed the hand of the scavenger, and then led the scavenger down the wire quickly. From beginning to end, the green hoodie never looked up and looked at Fu Youhan. Fu Youhan could only see a strand of his silver hair that was poured by the wind...... They were very fast, and in a few seconds, they slid from the height of the dozen stories to the downstairs and landed safely. "Dead ghosts!"

Fu Youhan hurriedly called the code name that he had never forgotten for four years. But I don't know if it's too far away, or if I have no intention of responding, and the man in the green hoodie doesn't even look back. Soon, he and the scavengers merged into the surging crowd and disappeared in it......* After ten minutes, Jiang Moxi changed back into his original clothes, and the scavenger Jing Yan also put on a striped suit and silver-rimmed glasses on his face. The handsome men and women walked into the café together, which was very eye-catching. After the two finished ordering coffee, Jiang Moxi looked at Jing Yan: "This outfit looks very suitable for you, the more you look at it, the more you look like a cultural person."

After Jing Yan put on a decent suit, he was white and clean and handsome and elegant, looking like a typical Sven scum. "Well, you're not bad either. It's getting more and more like a good girl."

Jing Yan also looked at Jiang Moxi. She was wearing a skirt, her long hair was soft and shawl, her face was clean and without any makeup, but her lips were red and her teeth were white, and she smiled and was beautiful. She is like this, and it is difficult to associate her with the terrifying dead ghosts on the road. At this time, the waiter brought coffee. Jiang Moxi raised his coffee cup to Jing Yan: "Respect cultural people!"

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Jing Yan also picked up the coffee and clinked glasses with Jiang Moxi: "Good girl!"

They seem to be complimenting each other, but they are also celebrating the joy of the aftermath of the catastrophe. Then, Jiang Moxi took out his mobile phone to operate. "I'm going to have to blacken all the surveillance footage of the road you showed up in before."

Jiang Moxi asked Jingyan while operating the mobile phone. "How did you get caught up with them?"

With Jing Yan's current identity, it should be difficult to arouse the suspicion of the outside world. Jing Yan hesitated slightly, and put down the coffee after a while: "The clown has arrived in Yancheng......" Jiang Moxi looked up suddenly. The eyes that were full of charm in the past instantly became cold and aggressive. "Why didn't you tell me first?"

The Joker, like the Dead Ghost and the Scavenger, is a code name. They used to fight side by side in the Xuanying mercenary group, and they had an excellent relationship. But later, the clown betrayed them, which indirectly caused Feng Ming's life and death to be in danger. In the past four years, Jiang Moxi has been incognito, but he has never given up tracking down the whereabouts of the clown. Jing Yan knew that Jiang Moxi and the clown had an undying hatred, so he could only take Xuan Ming

to press her. "Xuan Ming's meaning, it's not too late to find out the forces behind him. You don't even listen to Xuan Ming's words?"

"I'll listen. Show me a recent picture of him now."

The sharp look in Jiang Moxi's eyes remained unchanged, "I'll just take a look and promise not to move him."

"I just tracked down the Joker, but before I could get close to him, I was blocked. By the way, do you know Fu Sanye?"

When Jing Yan said this, he was still having a headache about how to stop this topic for the time being, so as not to let Jiang Moxi ask about the clown again. I didn't want to ask the question unintentionally, and the intended effect was achieved. Jiang Moxi's expression was obviously stagnant. She and Fu Sanye are not just acquaintances. In the past two days, Fu Sanye also took her to the hot springs, and they did all kinds of intimate things between lovers under the charming mountain scenery. But she didn't know how to talk to Jing Yan, so she simply asked him, "What's wrong?"

"He's blocked me a few times lately."

Jing Yan also knows how to observe words and looks, and when he looked at Jiang Moxi's expression just now, he knew that Jiang Moxi had a lot to do with that person. It's just that he's not sure what the man is coming for. So he could only remind Jiang Moxi: "Anyway, be careful yourself."

Jiang Moxi was slightly stunned and nodded......* At the same time, Chi Jing hurried to Fu Youhan to report. "The surveillance footage of the mall you wanted to check just now has been deleted. In addition, even the surveillance on the periphery of the mall has been emptied. We can't find out who the person who suddenly appeared inside the mall and helped the scavengers escape."

But staring at the huge floor-to-ceiling window that was blown out of the hole, Fu Youhan said, "Don't look for it, I know who that person is."

"Who?"

Ji Jing subconsciously asked. "Dead ghosts!"

Fu Youhan's answer made Chi Jing look up in surprise. "Are you sure it's him? Hasn't he been missing for four years?"

In the four years since the ghost disappeared, almost everyone thought he was dead. Including Chi Kei. But Fu Youhan's tone was unusually firm: "Sure, I can't recognize the wrong person."

That posture, that skill, and that iconic silver hair...... It can only be a dead ghost. At this time, his subordinates found a few bloody fragments in a pile of glass scattered downstairs and sent them to Fu Youhan. Fu Youhan touched the blood stain on the wound and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is he injured?"

* On the other side, after Jiang Moxi returned to Tianqin Bay, he had just picked out the glass shards in his palm when he heard Fu Youhan's voice coming: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Moxi looked up, just in time to see the man's eyes squinting slightly, his eyes locked on her bleeding wound, as if he had insight into something.

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