The deserted day in the Getterdam district seemed like an illusion. When Andyn's residence was surrounded, such shocking news quickly came to the ears of those who were interested, and more and more people began to appear and watch.

People here are used to the rules of the Gatedam district, but the scene in front of them has not appeared for many years.

They talked and guessed each other.

But no one thought Andyon would be unlucky for this.

Because he is an important subordinate who is the master of the behind-the-scenes in the darkness of this area.

This idea has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts, and even if the security officer here died a few times, it would not affect Andyn's status at all.

People want to know who has the courage to attack Andyn.

Drov patrolled around and looked around, and many of them even smiled jokingly. He knew in his heart that Andyn's power here might exceed his imagination. Just from the guards who dared to confront the guards at his house, they could tell.

"Sir, will things become difficult to solve?" Drove asked in a low voice near Losling, who was shrouded in a gray cloth robe.

"Don't worry, the owner here has some friendship with me, and it won't make you difficult." Luoslin, who was covered by cloth robe, could not see any expression and said calmly: "How about that whistleblower?"

"According to what he said, the murderer has left here with Andyon, but it is very likely that he will come back together, because he remembers that it was the case last time, but this time... I think Andyon will only be alone even if he comes back." Drov knew that if Andyon could not even know the news here, then he would not be qualified to be the "boss" mentioned by people here.

Loslin nodded without leaving any trace and said, "I know, but this time the person I want to meet is not the murderer."

Drov wondered, "Why?"

Losling chuckled and said, "In my eyes, one Andyon is enough."

Drov nodded silently. Since the murderer was involved with Andyon, he could know many answers from Andyon alone. But will he cooperate?

When the crowd made a noise, everyone looked at the place where the sound was happening, and people scattered on both sides and a carriage slowly drove over.

When people see the marks on the carriage, they will naturally know who the owner is. When the owner comes back, everything becomes more interesting.

Under Rosling's instructions, Drov asked the blocking guards to scatter into the carriage.

The carriage stopped and the carriage slowly opened. Andyn walked down with a smile, looked around and smiled as if he was not caring, "I haven't tried this kind of treatment for a long time. I remember many years ago, only I surrounded others, and no one could surrounded me."

When the people on the outside heard this, they immediately burst into a deafening laugh, because they were more or less aware of Andyn's history of making a fortune.

"Mr. Andyon, long time no see."

At this time, Losling lifted the gray robe that covered his head and walked not far in front of Andyn.

Andyn saw the person clearly and said with a little puzzled expression: "Sorry, who are you?"

Roslin smiled and said, "Seven years ago, it was raining heavily late at night, Lorsburg, Roslin."

A few confusing tips made Andyn squint his eyes and smiled, saying, "So it's you."

Loslin nodded and said, "Haha, shouldn't you invite an old friend to have a drink at this time?"

Andyn looked at the house he was surrounded and said meaningfully: "My friends will not surround my house."

"Drov, please withdraw and wait for me." After tilting his head toward Drov beside him, he turned to Andyen and smiled: "I'm sorry, my subordinates have made some big fuss."

"Yeah?"

Andyn just smiled and walked straight towards his residence. The guards who were ordered to make way.

"Sir—" Drov whispered behind Roslin: "Is this OK?"

Luoslin said calmly: "It's okay, I have my own sense."

At this point, Drov could only order the guards to prepare for evacuation. Seeing Roslin gradually entering Andyn's mansion, he didn't know whether Roslin could get anything, but now he could only count on him.

...

"You have not seen each other for seven years, and your courage is getting smaller and smaller."

Drinking the olf black tea carefully prepared by the servant, Roslin leaned against the sofa and posed in the most comfortable position to look at Andyon opposite him and smiled.

"That's because I have more and more enemies." Andyn responded with a smile as if he was not concerned.

Perhaps it was because of the sense of the master guard hidden in the room that Roslin said this.

"I haven't become a partner at that time, and it has been a regret for me until now. But I don't understand why Lao Xiake rejected our friendship. I think you also know that Lao Xiake's revenge may only be achieved with our help."

As the topic came to the point, Roslin's face became serious.

"Because I'm not Old Shake." Andyn said simply.

Luoslin smiled and shook his head, saying, "I am really a qualified subordinate."

"Each one another." Andyn blinked at Losling.

In Lorsburg seven years ago, in the talks between Lao Shak and Subvert Fang, Andyn was the only subordinate behind Lao Shak, while Luoslin was the only subordinate of the Lord Cishou.

Their identities are the same.

And they have also embarked on their own brilliant paths.

I haven't seen each other for many years, and I can't help but sigh.

They are not friends, they were possible; they are not enemies, they are likely now.

"One of my friends is dead." Roslin suddenly said calmly.

"I know." Andyn looked at him motionlessly with the teacup.

“He is a very important person in our plan.”

"I know."

"But he is dead."

"I know."

"Someone needs to pay for his life."

"I know."

Roslin was silent for a while, looking at Andyen, who seemed to have been dealing with the answer, "Tell me where he is."

"I don't know." Andyn smiled, holding the teacup in his hand back to his mouth.

"Why?" Luosling's voice became gloomy.

"He is Old Shake's friend." Andyn said calmly.

"Old Shake wants one more enemy?"

"Old Shak already has many enemies."

The negotiation failed, Losling closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa, saying, "I don't understand."

Andyn put down the cup of tea and said, "I don't understand either."

Luoslin opened his eyes and said, "I believe Old Shake has already known about our affairs, and we don't want an accident."

Andyn nodded and said, "We won't interfere."

Luoslin nodded in satisfaction, turned to the topic and said, "What if we kill Old Shake's friends?"

"The dead are not Old Shake's friends." Andyn said with a smile.

"Very good, it's time for me to leave." Roslin stood up and said.

"No more drink?" Andyn pointed to the teacup he placed on the table and said, "I can't enjoy this kind of treatment when I get back to that uncomfortable place."

Losling shook his head and said, "I'm very busy."

After saying that, Rosling left the room.

The door of the room opened again, and a servant brought the black tea that had been brewed on the tray to Andyn.

"Master, please do not invite such guests next time." The attendant did not leave after changing the tea, but said lightly beside Andyn.

"What? Are you afraid?" Andyn smiled faintly.

The attendant nodded and said, "Yes, I'm afraid he won't have time to take action when he kills you."

Andyn shook his head and said, "Don't worry, he won't kill me."

The attendant disagreed and said, "It's better to be cautious. Some people have no reason to kill people, no scruples."

Andyn said: "But he has, so I know he won't kill me."

"What do you think of that middle-aged man?" Andyon asked when he saw that the attendant did not speak.

"He is the one I have no reason to worry about killing people." The attendant said lightly.

"You're very optimistic about him?" Andyn said with interest.

"No, his strength is too weak." The attendant shook his head.

Andyn chuckled and picked up the bubbled black tea: "Old Xiake is very optimistic about him."

...

After leaving the Gatedam district, it was almost evening. Xia Lan was not in a hurry to go back to the hotel. His disguise remained unchanged, and his figure quietly came to the Tiré district.

He was observing a man named Graul Maston.

At this time, Maston had come back from get off work from the military department, carrying two skewers of meat in one hand and the slender white bread wrapped in yellow paper in his arms in the other. When his three children saw him at the door of the house, they immediately made a surprise voice and hurriedly greeted him.

But what the three children care more about is not their father, but the meat strips and white bread in their hands.

Maston's welfare benefits in the military headquarters are higher than those of many normal families, but he has been helping his once dead comrades and relatives, and with the support of his three children, his life is inevitably becoming more difficult.

In the eyes of Maston's children, meat strips and white bread were already the best food meal. Usually, he and his children ate rough noodles mixed with soup with minced meat and wild vegetables.

Even if he lives like this, Maston, who cares about his children, will still spend all the savings on their diet, because he cares about his children's health more than anyone else.

A disabled man will inevitably be careless when taking care of his three daughters, but his neighbor is very kind. When Maston went to work in the military department, his neighbors often took care of him, and occasionally even gave them some fruit snacks when they were having a meal.

Although their lives are poor, their family lives a very happy life.

Xia Lan hid in the corner of a wall opposite the Maston house, quietly watching the family eating the sumptuous dinner in their eyes lively and happily. One of Maston's little daughters even carefully brought a piece of thin slices of meat into her father's mouth, causing Maston to laugh happily.

Perhaps with some dangerous intuition, Maston suddenly turned to look at the corner of the wall outside the window of the house.

No one.
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