An Jianxiu's office is located on the top floor of the office building.

The entire office building has a total of fifteen floors.

In the elevator, the girl who was responsible for leading Bai Ling and Wu Xiaoya up said nothing, but just smiled, like a beautiful porcelain doll.

After Wu Xiaoya took a quick glance, she quickly retracted her gaze and stopped paying attention.

She vaguely felt that the always low-key boss of "Chaomu Technology Co., Ltd." did not seem as unresponsive in daily life as he had previously shown to the outside world.

Soon, after a "ding" sound, the elevator reached the top floor, which was An Jianxiu's office.

As the elevator door slowly opened, the scenery of the fifteenth floor gradually appeared in front of Bai Ling and the others.

The first thing you see is a claustrophobic, narrow road, which is only wide enough for about five adults to walk side by side, and is covered with dark red carpet. On both sides of the road are high walls that look like mountains, and there are no less than 20 paintings hanging on the walls.

Each painting has a different style, the only thing in common is that the men and women in the paintings are having sex together, like demons.

Most of their movements are wild and uninhibited, and many of them are almost like painters using imagination as a brush, transcending physiological limits and depicting a weird beauty that is almost distorted.

There was no light in the entire corridor, except for a red door at the end, about ten meters away. The only light source was an oil lamp that seemed to be carved on the upper side of the door.

Walking slowly in it is like walking into the mouth of an evil spirit.

What they saw before them was like a long corridor leading to a deep hell. On both sides of hell were crazy demons, who were watching them as they walked forward and chuckling disturbingly from the darkness.

It has to be said that the weird and eerie scene before her made Wu Xiaoya shiver.

She subconsciously glanced at the receptionist next to her, only to find that the girl was still looking at them with her unchanged smile, as if she was not at all shocked by the scene before her.

This is really...

Wu Xiaoya couldn't help but be shocked in her heart.

Bai Ling next to him frowned slightly, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

After a moment, he shook his head and took the lead.

Wu Xiaoya was stunned for a moment, then hurried to follow.

She didn't dare look at the strange paintings next to her, for fear that after just one glance she would notice the people in the paintings sticking their heads out and looking at her with wide eyes.

Walking on the red carpet, Wu Xiaoya felt as if she was walking on a tongue leading to a bloody mouth.

With the clacking sound of boots stepping on the ground, they soon entered the red door. The light of the oil lamp almost hit their faces, making the surroundings even more eerie and quiet.

The elevator door slowly closed behind them, leaving only the receptionist's smiling face, which changed the moment the elevator door closed.

She patted her chest and stuck out her tongue: "Oh, I'm scared to death..."

No matter how many times she came, Mr. An's office always made her feel uneasy! If she hadn't received a lot of training and the senior who led the way hadn't taught her to smile no matter what, she would not have been able to perfectly lead the guests to Mr. An's office.

Phew, I am so tired! I must have some Cornetto when I get home to reward myself for my hard work!

Thinking this in her mind, she pressed the elevator button again to the first floor, then pulled the corners of her mouth towards the elevator mirror and put on a flat smile again.

On the other side, Bai Ling's hand was already on the door handle.

However, his movements soon paused slightly.

This slight pause did not attract anyone's attention.

In less than a second, Bai Ling continued his previous action, turned the handle and opened the wooden door.

After the wooden door opened, the first thing that came into view was a thick curtain that was so wide that it seemed to cover the sky.

Perhaps because the back half of the office is entirely made up of windows, the dark red curtains cover almost half of the wall, tied from one end to the other, like a flaming sunset.

Under the curtains was a large wooden table, behind which sat a man, his figure hidden in the darkness, his hands folded on his knees, his face not clearly visible.

When Bai Ling opened the door, the man spoke.

He whispered, "Welcome."

"A friend of the Countermeasures Bureau, and the recently famous man in the shadows, the 'Pale Prophet'."

The man clapped his hands, and the next second, the chandelier on the ceiling suddenly lit up with the applause, and the bright and dazzling light drove away all the darkness in the room! The dark red curtains were stacked in an orderly manner behind him, bringing out countless layers of light, some bright and some dark, like an exquisite glass bottle, transparent and quiet.

In the light, that person stood up with a faint smile on his face: "Welcome to 'Chao Mu', I am the boss here, An Jianxiu."

In the light, An Jianxiu looked like he was wearing an orange scarf.

Looking at the person in front of him, Bai Ling narrowed his eyes slightly.

Judging from her appearance alone, An Jianxiu could be described as "beautiful".

There was no trace of makeup on her delicate face, which was probably due to her gender, as she did not like to wear makeup. She was not very tall, even three or four centimeters shorter than Bering, and less than 1.7 meters tall.

He was wearing a thick grey suit that was ironed to fit him perfectly, making An Jianxiu look like he didn't have much of a height defect, but rather made him look quite slender. The white tie was hidden behind the suit, adding a touch of pure white to his formal aura.

This is a refined and fastidious person.

This was Bai Ling’s first impression of An Jianxiu.

interesting.

Looking at the "girl" in the distance, Bai Ling's mouth curled up slightly.

On the other side, An Jianxiu was still saying something: "Since you are my invited friends, I will of course receive you with appropriate etiquette."

As he spoke, he extended his hand to the distance: "Please take a seat, and let me make tea for you. According to the prophet, I heard from Director Qi that it should be green tea. By the way, would this lady like green tea or black tea?"

As he said this, his fingertips were already pressing on the teapot beside him, his movements delicate and elegant.

Wu Xiaoya, who was asked, was slightly stunned.

She said subconsciously: "Me? I don't like tea. I like rock sugar and snow pear."

This answer made An Jianxiu pause slightly.

He probably didn't expect to receive this kind of reply, so he stood there for two seconds, which was rare.

How should I put it? This was probably his first time having such a reply experience, so he couldn't even come to terms with it the first time.

After a while, An Jianxiu finally responded and said with a smile, "Rock sugar and snow pear? I see. I'll ask someone to buy some right away."

As he spoke, he pressed a button on the mahogany desk and whispered something into a microphone next to him.

Soon, An Jianxiu finished his instructions, then turned around and continued to look at Bai Ling and Wu Xiaoya.

He smiled and said, "Please wait a moment."

Bai Ling just watched An Jianxiu's actions quietly.

He seemed to have seen something interesting, and a faint smile gradually appeared on his face.

He sat in the position that An Jianxiu pointed to, but slightly away, as if he was hiding in a corner of the table.

Wu Xiaoya was sitting next to him.

Soon, tea and rock sugar and snow pear were served to Wu Xiaoya and Bai Ling.

Bai Ling did not pick up the teacup immediately, but glanced at An Jianxiu through the rising smoke.

"Mr. An seemed to have told Director Qi that he must meet me?" He smiled and said, "Is there something important?"

Hearing this, An Jianxiu looked at Bai Ling and his expression gradually became serious.

He said: "I heard that you, the prophet, had severely damaged Lan Kong before?"

"And later, I heard from Director Qi that you also defeated Qing Guang?"

As he spoke, An Jianxiu smiled at Bai Ling: "After hearing this, I admire you very much. At least in terms of the 'Nine-Headed Divine Religion', I think my position is consistent with yours - similarly, our position should also be consistent with that of the Countermeasures Bureau. That sect should not exist in the world no matter what!"

His smile was beautiful, like a lotus flower blooming in a pond in midsummer, pure white and gracefully drooping, with the lotus leaves highlighting the clear water.

However, Bai Ling remained unmoved.

He just looked calm: "It's just some minor holidays."

"Those guys from the Nine-Headed Divine Cult had some tricks up their sleeves, so they should pay a price," Bai Ling said. "They stretched their hands too far, so I cut off one of their hands, that's all."

Hearing this, An Jianxiu was slightly stunned.

The next second, he smiled and said, "That's true. You look different from what you appear to be."

Bai Ling smiled back: "You are just like your appearance, fussy and unacceptable. Although you are older, you are still as innocent as a young girl."

After saying this, An Jianxiu's original faint smile gradually disappeared.

Meanwhile, Bai Ling was still talking: "You touched something from the Nine-Headed Divine Cult, so of course you should expect them to retaliate. Maybe you think their methods are just maneuvering, but you have to know that those scumbags not only have bad personalities, but are also lunatics and psychopaths. You can never use conventional methods to figure out what those idiots are thinking."

"If the average person can empathize with a fool, doesn't that mean that person has also become a fool?"

As he spoke, Bai Ling picked up the teacup with a smile, and said to Wu Xiaoya, "Lie down."

Wu Xiaoya next to him understood what the prophet meant, and almost the moment the prophet spoke, she fell to the ground and moved towards Bai Ling's position!

Hmm? Listening to Bai Ling's words, An Jianxiu was slightly startled.

He first glanced at Bai Ling, and then looked at Wu Xiaoya in confusion, wondering why this girl suddenly lay under the table.

He couldn't help but said in confusion: "What are you doing..."

But the next second.

A sharp sound broke through the air, piercing through the thick curtains and headed straight towards An Jianxiu's position!

It was a bright bullet with great kinetic energy. Even after crossing a long distance, it showed no sign of decline and still went straight and firmly towards An Jianxiu!

What is this?! An Jianxiu's pupils shrank slightly.

His reaction speed was extremely fast. He dodged to the side while the bullet was still in the air, narrowly avoiding the sudden attack.

However, this was just the beginning! Several more bullets came towards An Jianxiu. Although it was a long-range attack, the attack was so intense that An Jianxiu could hardly breathe!

He had to move around the office, his hair stuck to his forehead because of sweat, his suit became messy and his white tie popped out.

Where did this attack come from?!

Could it be those guys from the Nine Heads Divine Religion?! But that shouldn't be the case. I have already determined that those guys would not launch an attack at this time! Aren't they afraid that they won't be able to find what they want after the attack?! An Jianxiu was puzzled.

Bai Ling sat aside, watching An Jianxiu dodging bullets in a panic with a smile.

Even when he was hit by several powerful bullets, he did not move at all; even his hand holding the teacup did not shake.

The water in the teacup was the same as before, without even a ripple.

He even held the teacup and took a sip, then exclaimed in admiration: "Not bad, good tea."

In fact, Bai Ling didn’t know whether the tea was good or not. He just thought it smelled good, and he thought that An Jianxiu would definitely not use ordinary tea to entertain him.

This is not consistent with his character.

In the future, An Jianxiu will be a famous person. Many people have speculated on his personality.

Thinking of this, Bai Ling said happily: "It seems that Mr. An is in a very bad state. In this case, why don't you be modest and show some real skills?"

As he said this, he put down the teacup, chuckled and said, "Otherwise, even you would die if you were hit by it."

"Or do you not really want to use your abilities right now?" Bai Ling said with a smile, "Is it because something is entangled in your soul, making your originally clear eyes dirty?"

As soon as this sentence was finished.

An Jianxiu's eyes turned more and more unfriendly as he looked at Bai Ling.

Even Wu Xiaoya who was standing next to him could sense the malice hidden in his eyes.

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he remained silent, but his eyes became more fierce.

Then he made a gesture in the air.

The next second, a dark shadow suddenly jumped out from under the large mahogany table!

The shadow jumped into the air, lightly tapped the bullet with his finger, and actually "picked" the bullet off in a very short time. The movement was as smooth as picking flowers and leaves!

Looking at the black shadow, Wu Xiaoya poked out half of her head and exclaimed in surprise: "Two... two An Jianxiu?!"

That's right.

The black figure that jumped out in front of him was almost identical to An Jianxiu! Looking at this second "An Jianxiu" that jumped out from under the table, Bai Ling's smile became even more intense.

really.

This is why An Jianxiu wants to find himself.

He put down the teacup and thought so.