"Why do you always invite weird performances?"

Next to the bar, Meng Yi sat on a chair and waved his hands randomly, refusing the "artificially brewed wine" handed to him by the bartender, then turned his head to ask the old bastard.

Today, Old Turtle is completely different from before. The tumor on his back has disappeared. Although he is still missing his left leg and right hand, he has to use a cane to make his back look very straight.

He was wearing a rather serious and old-fashioned black Mao suit, and he even had a wisp of goatee, which matched his neatly combed white hair at the back, making him look energetic.

He is completely different from his previous depressed and gloomy appearance.

"I always have to consider my business. It's more lively here, and it's very convenient for me to do business, whether it's the beverage business or the intelligence business."

The old bastard stroked his beard and laughed:

"Besides, believers in pleasure and pain are the ones who really have fun.

I can’t invite a rude man to scold my guests, or invite the plague to spread disease…”

That's indeed the case, Meng Yi sighed helplessly.

He was in a hurry now, so he didn't exchange too many pleasantries. He simply explained the purpose of his visit.

"Okay, this is easy, leave it to me."

The old turtle nodded in agreement immediately.

Moreover, he was not prepared to let Zhang Yao reveal his relationship with the Redemption Foundation. As an intelligence dealer, he had many ways to help "build bridges".

Meng Yi stood up from his chair and said casually:

"If your arms and legs can't be restored, consider getting prosthetics. You can ask Tian Mo for help."

Just as he was about to leave, he saw two acquaintances squeezing in from the noisy pub.

They are Zhang Xier and his sister.

Someone even commented with a wink and a grin, "These lustful believers have terrible figures.

Ouch… Turn slower… Holy shit! What did you spin out? Ugh~"

Zhang Zhuang'er had a sullen face and didn't go to watch the performance over there.

"What are you pretending to be?"

When Zhang Xier saw this, she suddenly poked Zhang Zhuanger in the stomach with her elbow.

"Wasn't it fun to watch pretty girls perform before? Grinning with tongueless mouths, giggling like a fool? Why don't you watch it now?"

She suddenly turned around, stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hands to pry open Zhang Zhuang'er's head, "Show me!"

Zhang Zhuanger slapped her head and said, "Get down to business! And Meng Yi is here too."

"Where?" Zhang Xier lowered her hands from covering her head and turned around. Seeing Meng Yi again, she chuckled, "You actually like watching this? Your taste is so special?"

As he spoke, he waved at the old turtle.

Everyone knows each other's identities, but they just don't admit it on the surface.

The corners of Meng Yi's mouth that had been raised suddenly fell down. Zhang Xier was becoming more and more abrupt... He said with a dark face and annoyed:

"I don't like it! What are you two doing here?"

"Nothing." Zhang Zhuang'er replied calmly, "I've learned some intelligence about foreign forces. The Judgment Department's intelligence may have omissions."

Meng Yi nodded slightly.

Since the day before yesterday, the Judgment Department has started a large-scale investigation, and it is estimated that a major operation will be launched soon.

Then in the next period of time, I will receive some of the power of the gift of the gods.

Well... if that's possible, I can improve the strength of Zhang Xier and the other person in the evening.

The two are currently at the seventh level of strength, which is not enough.

However, Meng Yi thought of Suo Cheng and asked with some doubt:

"What has Suo Cheng been doing lately? Didn't you say you wanted to convert to the Lord?"

“Uh…” Even Zhang Xier’s expression started to look strange when she heard the name.

"He...he was trying to get others to convert with him, but of course...he was doing it behind closed doors."

"What?" Meng Yi's head was full of question marks. "He wants to... No, why does he do this?"

Zhang Xier spread her hands and explained in a tone that was both helpless and amusing, as if it was natural:

"Qiwei Suocheng felt... well... according to him, after analysis, he felt that our Lord likes to increase his followers.

If he can convert some people, he might even be rewarded...

Lately, he's been secretly harassing various law enforcement officials, and only subsided when Li Hao threatened to have him locked up.