Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

103-2

After agreeing with Yan Jueshen, who was unusually calm but there was something wrong with him, to meet at the door of the breakfast shop in an hour and a half, Xue Yu followed Lun without stopping.

He wanted to finish quickly and leave quickly.

The man who stayed where he was, frowned with thick black eyebrows, because he felt very, very unbearable because Xue Yu left without hesitation and was even a little anxious.

If Zhuang Xianting was there and saw him, he would definitely show surprise, which was an expression that he would not see on his face even if the market shares fell by a few points.

He could eat and sleep normally even if he lost hundreds of millions for no reason, but because Xue Yu might have to have sex with a tall and burly Westerner, he was so angry that his lips turned white and he couldn't drink a mouthful of soup.

"Come on, relax, don't be too nervous."

After bypassing several damp and decayed alleys and walking up the solid wooden spiral staircase, Xue Yu returned to the dim little room.

Seeing Xue Yu sitting on the stool with his lips pursed, the middle-aged man comforted him halfheartedly, then turned on the computer. While waiting for it to start up, he casually asked, "Where were you going before Lun found you that day?"

"Supermarket..."

Xue Yu's palms pressed on the corner of his clothes slipped a little. He glanced at the several sturdy men guarding the door with trembling eyes, and added with a pale face, "I wanted to buy something."

The computer that had been working for a long time was a little stuck. The screen appeared for nearly a minute before the mouse could control the DJ software.

The room was dark and dark. The middle-aged man's face was immersed in the light projected by the screen, appearing deep and ruthless. Even his voice was much colder, making Xue Yu feel as if he was in a small room full of torture instruments.

He asked, "I heard from Lun that you have a companion, right?"

"Yes..."

"It's a student I teach."

The middle-aged man supported the glasses on the tip of his nose, "Then come and see, is it him?"

Xue Yu's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he moved closer to watch the video he retrieved.

In the video, the location is an alley that is only wide enough for three people to walk side by side. When Lun sent him back, they passed by this alley.

The middle-aged man zoomed in on a male passerby, wearing a hat and a mask, revealing only a pair of cold eyes and a slightly sharp nose. Judging from these two things, he should not be very old.

He and Xue Yu had a moment of contact, and passed by shoulder to shoulder. Then the next second, he reached into his pocket, as if protecting something.

Judging from the jagged and protruding outline of the clothes, it looked like a device that could spray water.

Xue Yu vaguely had a bad intuition, and without thinking, he pursed his lips and said, "No, I don't know him."

"You don't know him?"

The middle-aged man asked sharply, his eyes poisonous: "But he looked at you."

"Here at three minutes and forty seconds, he passed by you and looked back at you."

"If he didn't know you, why would he look at you?"

He played the video of that contact over and over again, and said in a cold voice.