Chapter 90

"I know myself well.

How could I question the decision of the supreme Illuminati? I am just questioning you. Who do

you think you are? How dare you use the Illuminati to suppress me? You are not even as good as a hair of the Illuminati, not to mention that the Illuminati really does not lose their hair."

The second in command sneered.

"Of course I am not as good as a hair of the Illuminati, because the Illuminati does not have hair.

But the Illuminati directly ordered me to be the third in command of the White Dragon Gang. When you question me, aren't you questioning the Illuminati?

You have been the second in command of the White Dragon Gang for more than ten years. Do you know why you haven't made any progress? Isn't it because you despise the Illuminati in your heart but refuse to admit it on the surface, thinking that you can hide it from everyone?

The Illuminati It's not like what you think.

Since you think it's not true, that's great. I will report it to the Illuminati now. How the Illuminati deal with you has nothing to do with me.

If the Illuminati thinks you are innocent, I will never say bad things about you again. If the Illuminati thinks you are wrong, then you are wrong. You'd better stay out of my sight, lest I find evidence against you and report it to the Illuminati, making your whole family suffer."

Black smiled at him.

"You are such a hateful person. Now I know why you can become the third in command of the White Dragon Society. You were unknown before, but you climbed up by making accusations. You are so shameless."

The second in command was a little angry. He stood up and left. It seemed that he was at a disadvantage in this round.

After he left, he planned to take revenge on Black and asked his men to check the information of Black's relatives and friends.

But his subordinates came back soon to report that Blake was an orphan who had no friends since childhood and had no contact with anyone after joining the Illuminati.

"Can't find Broken Brace at all? I think it's impossible. He must be pretending too well, or he may not be discovered when he contacted others."

The second in command walked back and forth with his hands behind his back.

"Then should we look for him again?"

asked the second in command's subordinates.

"Don't worry about this. Since the current direction is difficult to find, let's change the direction.

I remember that when the previous third in command was still alive, he was chatting with us in the gang and talked about Policeman Green, saying that the cop seemed to have a friend in the orphanage.

You can ask someone to look for the orphanage and the friend. It doesn't matter if you can't find the person. If you find a photo, you can find someone who looks like him in our gang and dress him up.

If Blake is the cop, he will definitely be exposed when he sees an acquaintance. If Blake is not a cop, then I will admit it. Then go around him and don't conflict with him. Everyone will be safe."

The second in command gritted his teeth and said.

His subordinates nodded, turned around and went out to do what he ordered.

While his subordinates were doing their job, Blake received a mission to go to a gang nightclub to meet with another gang leader to discuss a business deal.

He thought it was just an ordinary mission, but when he got there, he saw a familiar figure in the corridor of the next private room.

He subconsciously looked up at the ceiling of the corridor and saw the camera mounted on the corner of the wall stopped in its tracks.

The man seemed to have eyes on his back and turned his head to look at him. His face was red and he was holding a green wine bottle in his hand. It seemed that he had just drunk a lot of wine.

He retracted his gaze and was about to leave, just like he saw a drunk on the road and looked at him for a second, and was about to continue doing his own thing, but the man rushed over in two steps.

He was intoxicated by the man's alcohol smell, and covered his mouth and nose with his white-gloved hand, frowned slightly, and took a half step back.

The drunk's brain seemed to be fogged by alcohol, and his eyes were blocked by alcohol. He couldn't see anything, couldn't realize anything, and couldn't understand the other party's intention to stay away from him.

After blocking Blake's way, he even wanted to grab Blake.

"You are so beautiful, are you from here? Why have I never seen you before? I want to be with you. Are you free tonight? Maybe we can accompany each other for a night."

The drunk grabbed Blake and began to talk to himself.

Blake frowned and looked at his face.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Coconut."

"Where are you from?"

"That box."

Coconut turned around and pointed at the door of the box next to Blake.

Blake narrowed his eyes and was sure that the person in front of him was Liu Caomei.

"Then why don't you go back?"

"Why should I go back? There's no need for me there."

"Are you working here or playing here?"

"I work here when I have no money, and play here when I have money."

"Did you find your job yourself, or was someone assigned to you?"

"I don't know, I can't remember clearly now, maybe? I don't know."

"Then what do you know?"

"It's too late now, we have to rest early, otherwise we won't be able to get up tomorrow morning. We all have work, right?"

Coconut said while holding Blake.

Blake pushed him away.

"That's enough. I still have things to do. If you really want to see me, you can wait for me outside the door. Maybe when I finish my work and push the door open, I can still see you. Then I can take you home."

Blake said, then walked around him, pushed open the door behind him, and entered the box he was supposed to enter.

The inside of the box was brightly lit and filled with the smell of powder. The table was already filled with countless bottles of fruit wine.

Men and women were hugging each other. The stereo next to them was black. Two large round speakers were vibrating. Singing came from the speakers, but it was unclear what they were singing.

Opposite was a lighted TV, which was playing pictures with matching music. The TV screen was a bit dazzling, and the faces of the people in the picture were deformed and their clothes were of poor quality.

The atmosphere on the scene made this place feel like some kind of inhuman gathering.

Blake sat on the only single sofa and had an illusion that he was actually among a bunch of monsters in human skin.

A bunch of pretenders wanted to properly disguise themselves as ordinary and normal humans, so they invited him in.

They accepted him like a pool of ink accepting a mosquito, so naturally and simply, without the need for thinking, effort, or any worry.

They seemed to have no fear.

A smile appeared on Blake's face, which was his usual disguise, like an invisible mask that was always on his face and no one could tear it off.

He raised his glass, and the people around him also raised their glasses.

Soon, blushes appeared on their faces.

The deal was done, the mission was accomplished, and he sent them out. When they opened the door, they uttered a cry, as if they had kicked a stone on the side of the road, and when they turned around, they saw that it was a person.

"It's strange, how come there is a person here? He looks like a drunkard. Has this become a place where anyone can come in?"

"If I see this person next time I come here, I will be angry. I won't be polite to the boss here."

They grumbled to each other and were supported by Blake to be sent out.

They didn't think Blake was the culprit, waved to him, and got into the car. The car made a sound.

The black wheels turned, the black exhaust gas came out of the exhaust pipe, and the car left here with the people in the car.

The roadside suddenly became quiet, but then the silence was broken. Blake turned around and saw a new group of people staggering out of the gate.

He knew that there was no peace in this place.

He walked back in and found Coconut lying on the ground at the door of the private room.

He pushed the man twice, but the man did not wake up.

He tried to pull the man up, but heard Coconut muttering a few words. He leaned over to listen and found that the other party was calling Green.

Somehow, his eyes widened as if someone had licked his ears, and with a surprised expression on his face, he subconsciously raised his hand and slapped the other party.

He felt that Coconut was also an undercover sent by the police, but he was not sure, and he could not ask.

But no matter what, Coconut shouldn't shout out Green's name in this place. Even if he is not an undercover, once what he did is known, he will be in danger of death.

Coconut can be less vigilant all the time, but the place where he should relax is his own safe house, not the door of a private room in a nightclub somewhere.

Although Green joined the Illuminati undercover just to find Strawberry Liu, he didn't expect that when they met again, they would not recognize each other.

Under the premise that there is a camera behind him, no matter what he wants to say or do, he can't reveal his true feelings now.

Even if Coconut is really not sober and is really not Strawberry Liu, Blake can't have anything to do with Green.

"Why did you hit me?"

Coconut woke up because of the slap, covering his red cheeks, looking at Blake with grievance and curiosity.

Blake smiled at him subconsciously, then realized that this was wrong, so he pinched Coconut's chin, walked up to him and said, "Boy, you must think you are lucky."

"Really? I don't know."

Coconut looked straight at Blake's face and muttered to himself.

He looked like he was infatuated, very good, this expression could dispel people's doubts.

Blake looked at Coconut's face carefully, and was sure that if Liu Caomei had not had plastic surgery, she should look like this after so many years, but he didn't know whether to laugh or cry in his heart.

This is not the place to be infatuated.

"Do you remember what I said to you before?"

Blake asked.

He let go of Coconut's chin and lifted him up with one hand.

Coconut stood up by the wall, looking confused, still staring at Blake, and shook his head.