"I haven't heard of him."

"All right, ma'am."

If there was one of the most absurd things that happened after the end of tonight's wine tasting, it was the fact that three or four men in the harbor area repeatedly stopped several passers-by to ask ridiculous questions.

"Sir, do you know that Striech Manstaqi is a man?" Ducky stopped another man and asked.

"Sorry, I don't know." The gentleman looked up first, and then lowered the brim of his hat and hurried away after answering Daqi.

Fan Tessi, who was following Ducky, took out a cigarette and smoked it by himself, he had already missed a number of passers-by in this period of effort, and when he saw the depressed Ventessie, Ducky was a little angry and didn't dare to speak.

At this time, John, who was supposed to be another block away, walked over. "Ducky, it's not feasible to ask passers-by so recklessly, and Streich has done a good job of hiding his tracks."

"You're probably right, John, and even though I've been here long enough, I can't find anyone I don't know."

"Yes, although this Stretch climbed to the mayor early, it can be seen that his status in St. Denis is not bad, and his connections are also worth pondering, but you should listen to other people's opinions, and you can't be so opinionated." John goes on to say that Ducky is a bit of a bit of a tonight, and he doesn't want and can't let the whole plan be ruined by Ducky's stubbornness.

Ducky spread his hands in frustration and complained, "St. Denis is so big, I can't think of a precise way to find a guy!"

Miller, who was next to John, chimed in: "We should learn to find some clues, since this Stretch is selling moonshine in defiance of the law, then he is most likely haunted by the dirty business in the city, and it has something to do with alcohol, where could it be?" ”

"Is it the black market?"

Ducky sat on a bench in front of Luji Manor.

"It shouldn't be so abrupt, let me think about it."

Miller straightened his tie and walked over to sit on the other side of the bench, keeping his distance from Ducky: "Why don't we try our luck at the tavern." ”

Ducky suddenly raised his head as if he had been electrocuted, and his eyes slowly looked at Miller, his eyes full of surprise and even a little jealousy. Either way, he thinks it's a good idea.

"Miller, you're a smart kid. Brothers! We've got something to do tonight!"

When it comes to taverns, the people of the city seem to prefer taverns to technologists a little more, and there is nothing more common in Saint-Denis than taverns. This cheap way of anesthetizing nerves won the favor of the townspeople, and this means of entertainment nourished the suffering people of the lower class in the gloomy St. Denis. In a sense, the taverns that spread widely along the street became the public guest house of Saint-Denis, a good place for people to talk about business, and a thread that connected the black market.

So, in the northeast of St. Denis, at the corner of a three-way intersection, Ducky points to the door of a tavern.

John pushed the door open and saw a bartender-looking man at the counter greeting him.

"Hey, look at them! Friends, you must be new customers. ”

"Hey, Monell's old bar hasn't had any newcomers for many years, and we rough old men are usually overwhelmed, and old man Condesey can still attract customers outside, I don't want to believe it." A black man said, his right arm propped up in a triangular shape on the wooden table at the bar, his eyes fixed on the man walking in and the bartender at the other.

"I'd rather believe that old Condesey still has some remnants of his charm, and you see these gentlemen are dressed formally, and they may come from the bountiful lands of the north." The bartender poured himself a glass of wine.

Ducky didn't pay much attention to the two men's arguments, lowered his head and quickened his pace, overtaking John, who had gone first, and walked to the bar.

"Give me some whiskey." Ducky said.

The bartender blinked in a strange way, his mouth forming an O-ring, and removed a bottle of amber liquid from the shelf behind him, then uncorked it and poured some into a small cup.

"Sir, this is what I understand as a 'little bit', do your companions also want to come to such a 'little bit'?"

"Come on." John, Miller, and Fantesey replied in unison.

Ducky looked at his surroundings and turned the glass in his hand that only contained a "little" whiskey: "You've been running this tavern for many years, and you're definitely more familiar with the city of Saint-Denis than we outsiders, and I think you'll know a person." ”

John thought that Ducky was not going to go around in circles anymore and cut straight to the point, and then it was up to the tavern keeper to say something.

"Sir, I have to point out your mistake. I didn't run this tavern, to be honest I was just invited by Monell Rodríguez to help him guard the tavern with his monthly salary, if there is a place in your hometown where a bunch of people gather to drink, you will understand, sir, taking money to do things is the most common mode. ”

"Hahaha!" The bartender's reply drew a burst of laughter from the audience.

Ducky shook his head and said, "That's not the point, do you know the person Stretch Manstar?" ”

At the sound of the name, the bartender's comical face suddenly froze, and the paleness crept up his cheek along the protruding tendons of his neck, and it took him a while to regain his blood color slightly—he seemed to be frightened.

The bartender's tone became unrecognizable to everyone: "You are...... Was Mr. Mansda sent? Please tell him that I have already paid this year's premium......"

Ducky was intrigued to see the bartender's attitude change drastically.

"Well, your hospitality just now was too unreserved, and if Strixy really has such a great deterrent power, you should be careful of your own net worth and behave with your tail between your legs from the beginning when you see several people coming in."

The bartender looked timidly at Ducky, a glimmer of hope burning in his eyes.

"So, gentlemen, aren't ...... Mansda's people? He asked cautiously.

"No, but it's more dangerous than Manstar, so you'd better be on your toes and avoid the gossip that upsets us. Now, I want to ask you where is Stretch Manstar? ”

"I ...... I don't know, every time Mr. Manstar just sends his men to get the money - I haven't seen him himself!" The bartender trembled and looked like he was palpitating.

"Hey!"

Ducky turned his head and waved at John and the others to sign retreat.

"Let's go! Bai asked, try another one. ”

Dudge looked at the price on the wall, pulled five cents out of his pocket and placed it on the table, and just as the tips of his leather boots were about to step on the threshold of the door, a voice came from the table behind him.

"I can tell you where Streich is, but I have the conditions."

The voice dragged Ducky and the others back, and John turned to see a fat man in a red gown lying peacefully in an easy chair, a pair of small eyes under a high hat that seemed to be looking at them intently.

"Oh? Do you know? Okay, what do you want me to do? Ducky said.

Mr. Tall Hat twisted his shiny beard and said, "What I am going to ask you to do is ridiculous, and you have to do it according to my rules, because I have the chips—I know Mansda's whereabouts." ”

John knew that Ducky didn't like to be provoked, but for the sake of what he had been doing for so long, Ducky could only swallow his anger.

"Tell me, what are your conditions."

"Oh, sir, just sit down, yes, there are two more empty seats, sit here, sit down and play a game of cards with us - Texas Hold'em, you know where Stridge is, isn't that a good deal?"

"Okay, I'll accompany you." Ducky replied.

Hearing that someone was going to play cards with him, Mr. Fat's enthusiasm rose: "Uh-huh, sir, shouldn't you have two people?" There's a chair for this. ”

The atmosphere became awkward, and John and the other two looked at each other, and the three of them didn't know who should step up to participate in the game, until Ducky's eyes looked at John.

"Come, John! I'm sure your skills and luck are good. ”