Sa Ling walked over, and Bruna sat on her shoulder.
Sabot, who had always been afraid of his sister, didn't dare talk back. He looked like a yes-man.
After using practical actions to get Sabot to keep a low profile, Sa Ling suddenly looked at Bohara. The latter's body stiffened slightly, and he carefully put the snack that was about to reach his mouth back on the table.
Sa Ling didn't say anything. Instead, she shifted her gaze toward the bookshelf.
Bohara couldn't help but look at the bookshelf. All kinds of books were scattered around. It was a very familiar scene.
Immediately, he smiled bitterly. Without waiting for Sa Ling to say anything, he obediently walked to the bookshelf and prepared to put the scattered books away.
Sa Ling's boss-like behavior made Woking, Nobunaga, and Men Qi subconsciously restrain themselves.
Biscay continued to read the pretty boy magazine as if no one else was around. Before Luo Hui came, he could only kill time with this kind of thing.
"Machi."
Bruna's antennae moved slightly, and she left Sa Ling's shoulder and floated toward Machi.
Her big, black, shiny eyes revealed a hint of joy at their reunion.
"Bruna."
Machi reached out and hugged Bruna gently, then let Bruna stand on his shoulder.
"Long time no see. How are you?"
Bruna greeted him in a soft, gentle voice.
"Mm, your Lingua Franca is getting better and better." Machi stroked Bruna's smooth, cool body and smiled.
"Not only Lingua Franca, but I've mastered 120 languages," Bruna said softly.
Hearing Bruna's words, Machi, Woking, Nobunaga, and Men Qi's expressions were as follows.
(⊙ o ⊙) …
'What is this?'
Woking and Nobunaga thought in their shock.
Men Qi immediately came to the conclusion that this wasn't an ingredient.
After a short silence, Nobunaga asked curiously, "Machi, who is she?"
"Law's friend, Bruna, is a resident of the Rock Island Crab's body. Her hometown is in the Dark Continent." Machi replied.
"Dark Continent, is that the place Law mentioned before?" Woking asked.
"Yes."
Machi nodded.
Darkness Continent...
Men Qi looked at the adorable Bruna and fell into deep thought.
As a food hunter, she knew some information about the Darkness Continent.
After all, to a Food Hunter, unknown seas and unknown continents represented countless unknown ingredients.
However, the Darkness Continent was a taboo.
Men Qi didn't expect that she would personally see the aboriginals of the Darkness Continent here.
Judging from their words and actions, they were very much like Magical Beasts with high intelligence.
.....
In the vice president's office in the association building.
Paristone had been very busy recently, but he had never stopped collecting information.
One thing was very clear, the killer was not sent by him or Bujand.
It was just that the different factions in the association were fighting fiercely at the moment, and the conservative and steady faction would inevitably put the [black pot] on the eagle faction.
But no matter where it was put, it was a result that Paristone was happy to see.
Because he wouldn't lean towards any of the results.
Compared to the steady and steady faction and the eagle faction, Paristone was more concerned about Law's movements.
He had been paying attention to all the processes.
Including the three A-class wanted criminals who had just entered the association building.
"I've never forgotten how Potterbai lost his arm."
Paris muttered to himself. Then, he slowly raised his head to look at the ceiling. Suddenly, he sighed.
"The president is going to be cured. Is this what you want to see? Then, what's your original intention for wanting to see Law? "
The "you" here referred to Bujand, and being sure that the president would be cured was an unreserved trust in Law.
"Since the people on the other side can't wait to send the killer, there must be a reason why they can't wait."
"If the plan fails, the pressure will fall on you."
"And the worst result is the failure of the negotiation."
"What if the people on the other side can find a 'substitute'?"
Paristone was talking to himself, as if he was talking to the air, but also as if he was talking to himself.
.....
There were many high-rise buildings in the city.
The towering figure bathed in the dazzling light will inevitably reflect the shadows.
No matter how prosperous a place is, there will be narrow alleys shrouded in shadows.
Clatter.
In the quiet and dark alleys, there was a soft sound of chains rubbing against each other, and after a while, steady footsteps gradually became audible.
A handsome golden-haired youth walked out from the corner of the alley and headed towards the depths of the city.
As he walked, the pendant on the boy's earlobe flashed a little bit of light.
This young man, however, was a cool Lapika.
"Squeak squeak."
At this time, a few fat rats lined up and ran past Kurapika's feet, bypassing the messy boxes with mold, and went straight to the two trash cans in the corner.
On a box not far away, a bare-chested bald man was sitting there, smoking a cigarette and exhaling smoke.
Next to the man were several red boxes with empty wine bottles, stacked four or five layers high.
The man looked at Kurapika who was coming over, his eyes were extremely focused.
Facing the man's gaze, Kurapika raised his hand and showed the man a small black and white card between his fingers.
After seeing the small card, the man silently looked away.
Kurapika passed through the man's position and went deeper into the shadows.
Soon, he came to a wooden door, with an old-fashioned street lamp hanging on the side, illuminating the ground in front of the door, but it was clean.
Kurapika raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, but the wooden door made a soft sound and opened automatically, revealing a flight of stairs leading down.
Kurapika didn't have any reaction to this, he just took back his hand and walked in.
Walking down the stairs, he came to the first floor of the basement, it was a slightly dimly lit duplex bar.
A middle-aged man in a bartender's uniform stood at the bar counter, and the bar was quite quiet at this time, there were only two customers, a man and a woman.
The man had a conspicuous afro, the woman looked very young, dressed fashionably, and wore a cap.
These two were assassins from the Heiyan family, Blackhead and Candy.
After Kurapika came in, the first thing he did was to scan the layout of the bar, memorizing the environment and people in his head.
This was a habit he gradually developed, every time he came to an unfamiliar environment, he would collect information at the first moment.
The two customers were telekinesis users.
Kurapika didn't pay much attention to the two customers, he directly focused on the bartender.
"I'm starting to wonder if it's the off-season now."
The bartender looked at Cool Lapika and revealed a smile that was neither salty nor light.
Kurapika walked straight over and put the card he showed the bald man on the table.
The bartender put down the wine glass he was wiping, took the card under the bar counter and looked at it, he smiled and said, "Please wait a moment, before that, would you like to drink anything?"
"No, thank you."
Kurapika sat on the chair in front of the bar counter.
Hearing this, the bartender didn't say anything else, he put the card in a secret compartment.
Kurapika's ears moved slightly, he heard the soft sound of the card sliding into the pipe.
At this time, a woman with several scars on her face walked out of a small door, holding a tray in her hand, she walked straight to the first batch of customers in the bar.
Coming to the table, she put down the folded paper on the tray together with the cocktail, then turned and left, leaving behind a fragrant aroma.
Blackhead picked up the cocktail and downed it in one gulp. Then, he put the paper in his pocket and followed Candy up the stairs they came from.
"Welcome again."
The bartender politely sent the two customers off.
After a while, the bartender apologized to Kurapika, "We can't complete your commission. In view of the consumption of manpower and material resources, we still need to charge you 5% of the commission fee."
Kurapika's eyes flashed with disappointment, he nodded, took out enough rings from his pocket, and then walked to the door.
He was currently trying his best to find information about the whereabouts of Fiery Eye.
In fact, he didn't have much expectation this time. Compared with the other two things, this was just on the way.
The bartender took the rings without any psychological pressure, looked at Kurapika's back, and said, "If there is accurate information, and you are still willing to do it, then the 5% will be deducted."
"Okay."
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