On a soft sofa that could accommodate six or seven people at the same time, a well-dressed man lay on it with a big grin.

It was clearly a reception room, with stone walls with guiding lights, expensive art paintings, a closet of delicate books for decoration, and three couches surrounding a huge table with a white porcelain ashtray with a dozen or twenty cigarette butts indiscriminately inserted. Even though it was daytime, the lights were still on, and orange light filled the room.

With a click, the door to the room was pushed open by a large hand, and the man who was asleep did not seem to hear it, and continued to lie down.

This is one of the darkest places in Crossbell, the Rubacher Chamber of Commerce. The place where the two of them are now is used as a lounge and a reception room at the same time.

The visitor was not angry when he saw that he was asleep, and sat opposite him, supporting his chin with his hands: "I said you, it's time to wake up." ”

The person who came wore a beige suit, although the style is simple, but the workmanship and fabric are of the highest quality, presumably this suit is enough for ordinary people to eat for a month, right? He was tall, 2 sub-distances tall, with broad shoulders and a tiger's back, so that even a child could see the strength of his huge body at a glance. Just looking at his size, he lives like a tyrannical bear. Her brown hair is neatly groomed, and her temples are fashionably dyed beige.

Seeing that there was no reaction from the other side, the bear-like man smiled, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, smoked another one and threw it over.

Then, it was firmly caught by the other side.

The man who was asleep put his cigarette in his mouth, but still had no intention of getting up. He was dressed in a delicate dark red suit, and his long brown-red hair was scattered haphazardly, even hanging down to the ground, without thinking of picking them up. This person is none other than Vincent Campbell, who was previously in the Old Town and the Special Mission Support Section, and was defeated by one enemy and seven defeats.

"I said, how can you be so lazy?"

seems to have long been accustomed to Vincent's laziness, and the accent on the other side is slightly helpless.

"Got it. When it's time to work, Lao Tzu will naturally show enthusiasm. Vincent lit himself on fire and waved his hand casually, as if to mean "don't care".

"Hmph, speaking of which, when you were in the Old Town, it seems like you already knew, right?" The man, known as the head, spat out a smoke ring and fell backwards with force, his massive body sinking deep into the soft sofa.

"Ahh Because the Wind Sword Saint is too troublesome, Lao Tzu wants to wait for him to make a move, and then solve him directly. Vincent's tone was languid and unmotivated, and although he was speaking bold words, he always felt that he was perfunctory.

"Don't do anything superfluous—but even you?"

The bear-like man smiled defiantly. "Is Vincent starting to sluggish too?"

"Be careful...... It's called the Special Mission Support Division. Vincent ignored his provocation and said to himself. Although everyone else is weak, the head, there is a black hair there, and his skills are not ordinary. Lao Tzu doubted...... He's [that guy]'s real body. ”

The bear-like man snorted heavily, and the cigarette he had just inhaled was spewed out roughly, like an angry bull. It seems that [that guy] gave him a very embarrassing experience.

"Really...... Black Moon's thugs, did they hide in that kind of place? ”

"Ah, it feels similar. However, the combat effectiveness is much weaker, and it is estimated that the identity is hidden. But that's not something anyone can do. Vincent continued his analysis. Moreover, don't you realize that the mafia thugs, hiding in the police station, is a brilliant idea? ”

“…… It would seem that it is necessary to send a couple of people to investigate. ”

"It's just that sending someone will be thrown off, right?"

"Doesn't that just show that he's not coming from the right way?" The bear-like man had a brutal smile on his face, his hands folded, and he kept pinching his knuckles to make a clicking sound.

"That's what I said......"

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The Guerrilla Association, located in the eastern city area, is welcoming the bright sunshine.

Warm light poured in through the clean windows, leaving an equally warm mark on the sturdy wooden tables and chairs—a very different trace of the artificial light in the Rubacher Chamber of Commerce.

The second floor of the guerrilla association is a floor for rest, the overall layout is very simple, there are a few pots of new bamboo in the corner, the air is filled with a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves, and the curtains are light blue that makes people relax, but it has a bit of elegant meaning.

The man known as the Sword of the Wind sat across from the receptionist of the Guerrilla Guild, with a black teacup in front of him, as if he had just finished enjoying a leisurely breakfast. Of course, it was just "seeming", and the busy life of the partisans simply did not allow them to chat while drinking tea.

"It's been a hard work, and this month has not been easy." Michelle said in a soft, feminine tone, picking up the black teacup and taking a sip. Of course, there is instant coffee inside, and as mentioned earlier, there is simply no time for them to make tea slowly.

Michelle held a thick dozen reports in his hand, all of which were the records of the Wind Sword Saint this month.

"Nothing, I'm used to it." The wasteful thing of drinking coffee from a black teacup didn't cause the Wind Blademaster to be dissatisfied, and Arios wasn't very particular about it. While Michelle was sorting out the report, Arios also picked up the teacup and drank the black liquid inside.

Caffeine can effectively excite the brain, which is very helpful for relieving fatigue and lifting spirits.

Or rather, paralyzing the nerves, so that Arios does not feel fatigue and pain.

Arios closed his eyes and said in a flat tone, "Then, the matter of remittance is in trouble." "It seems to be saying something that is not my business.

Michelle didn't look up, and replied in a calm tone: "Well, just transfer money through IBC [Note: International Bank of Crossbell, a huge bank with branches in several countries, and the largest bank in the book], right?" ”

After listening to Arios' emotionless affirmative answer, Michelle's face flashed with a trace of unbearability, wanting to say something, but finally couldn't hold back: "But...... It's not appropriate for me to say it, but it would be better for you to reduce your workload, okay? Droplet alone...... You'll feel lonely. ”

Arios still closed his eyes and did not answer. Seeing this, Michelle nodded and sighed, "I'm sorry, I promised you not to say this......"

The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Michelle hurriedly changed the subject. "By the way, there was a contact from Leman Autonomous Prefecture asking if you still plan to accept it?"

"Is this again?" Arios's voice finally fluctuated a little, an emotion that bordered on helplessness. "Haven't I said no many times?"

What the two of them are talking about here is referring to the A-class guerrilla belonging to the Crossbell Branch, Arios Marklyin's level certification. Because of his excellent handling skills and upright character, the headquarters of the Guerrilla Association in the Leman Autonomous Prefecture has more than once recommended that his rank be upgraded to the S rank.

"The headquarters should have found someone earlier