at this time.
The hotel's basement cold storage room.
The proprietress stepped into the cold, foggy room, walked past rows of metal shelves, past ingredients such as chicken and pork, and arrived at the "fish".
Little Day, who had been out of contact online, had frost clinging to her eyelashes and hair. She trembled as she reached out her hand, "Mommy, I... I didn't..."
The landlady stroked Little Day's face affectionately: "Then tell me, how did the people around you get on the same ship as you, and how did they find our hotel so easily?"
Next to Little Day lay an unconscious middle-aged woman, who was undoubtedly the missing undercover agent.
The landlady has always been satisfied with Little Day.
It's not just because Little Day is good-looking and has a good personality, but most importantly, she is very obedient.
Unfortunately, I'm a bit out of my mind right now.
They actually wanted to cooperate with the police.
Was it because of Yan Jiu's concern that he had a change of heart before his death and wanted to serve his country?
Don't be ridiculous, people like them who are abandoned and covered in mud don't need a conscience!
I think of Yan Jiu.
The proprietress then thought of Yan Jiu's strange abilities, and it seemed that she would also have to find a sorcerer to ask for some talismans.
While the proprietress was deep in thought.
Little Day shook her head, repeatedly saying, "I didn't."
On her way back to T country, she met an older woman who was looking for her family abroad, and kindly introduced T country to her.
She never expected to be seen by the "eyes," and she never imagined that the older woman would be an undercover agent.
No wonder the older woman seemed hesitant to speak and didn't want to talk to her much on the boat.
It's all her fault for being so blind.
Good intentions led to bad results.
Little Day was dazed when the landlady dragged her out of the cold storage room, but she didn't relax; instead, she was extremely worried.
The proprietress pushed Little Day into a doorway and said meaningfully, "Get dressed up a bit, and you'll be entertaining the guests later. After all, you've been with me for so long, your mother will buy you an urn."
She lit a cigarette and leaned against the cold wall, exhaling smoke rings.
A voice suddenly rang out: "An urn? Buy it from me, buy one get two free, but can I borrow a light first?"
A cigarette appeared along with the sound.
The proprietress suddenly looked at Yan Jiu, who quickly backed away: "What are you doing on the basement floor!?"
There are guards between the first floor and the basement to prevent tourists from accidentally wandering in and discovering their secret.
Wasn't the person in front of her supposed to be in room 406, where incense was burning? How did he end up in front of her?
Moreover, how did they manage to find her location in the intricate, labyrinthine underground?
Yan Jiu toyed with a cigarette she had snatched, the smoke rolling back and forth between her fingers: "They don't want me to come down either. There's nothing I can do. Since we disagree, I'll just knock them out and make it seem like we agree."
The proprietress: "!?"
She had initially thought the person in front of her was a good catch, someone she could put up for auction under the spotlight.
I never expected it to be a megalodon.
The proprietress whistled.
soon.
Countless burly thugs who had been hiding on the basement floor emerged from behind the door, their fists clenched so tightly they cracked.
He locked his gaze on Yan Jiu with a fierce expression.
The proprietress gracefully sat down in the chair brought over by the thugs, squinting as she blew smoke rings: "Capture her alive, but be careful not to hurt her face."
After saying that.
The sound of bones breaking is heard three times per second.
The smoke rings hadn't dissipated.
Yan Jiu quickly eliminated everyone.
He teleported to the landlady's side.
Yan Jiu kept a cigarette between her index and middle fingers as she smiled and looked down at the proprietress sitting in the chair.
The proprietress felt a chill creep up her spine from her feet.
The person before me had a cold gaze, as if looking at a dying man. His terrifying aura was impossible to conceal, as if he could reap the lives of anyone within his sight at any moment.
Could this be the work of a white-robed sorcerer?!
Not long after.
Little Day finished washing and dressing and stepped out of the room, before she could even lament her fate.
The sight of the thugs sprawled on the ground terrified her, leaving her speechless.
Then look at the boss lady, who has always been arrogant.
He was kneeling shakily on the ground, his hands trembling as he lit a fire for someone sitting in a chair.
Little Day: "!?"
Yan Jiu, a cigarette dangling from his lips, said, "Bring Comrade Yin out of the cold storage room, and the good karma will ensure you're reborn into a good family in your next life."
She took a drag of her cigarette.
I found that there was no sense of pleasure involved.
While Xiao Day stared in disbelief, Yan Jiu stubbed out his cigarette on the back of the landlady's hand.
The landlady's screams of pain jolted Xiao Day out of her chaotic thoughts. She ran to the cold storage room, perhaps to save the person, perhaps to get away from Yan Jiu, or perhaps both.
However, the proprietress couldn't leave.
Yan Jiu's appalling behavior made the landlady panic and feel pain, and her chest trembled.
But she couldn't care less about the pain.
He repeatedly asked who Yan Jiu was.
Yan Jiu repeated: "Me?"
The next second.
Upon seeing the credentials of the chief advisor of a special agency in country Z, the proprietress collapsed to the ground like a spineless creature.
No amount of arrogance can support her.
She didn't understand.
They were being extremely careful in trafficking people in China, and the person they caught today was just a small-time undercover agent. Why would the Special Investigation Bureau be involved? And why was it the chief advisor who was involved?
Isn't this a waste of talent?!
As an insignificant figure at the bottom of the Rosicrucian Pyramid, the proprietress knew more or less about the Special Agency.
Although not as well-known as Yan Jiu's name, it was enough for her to avoid him.
Who would have thought that the director of the funeral home, who said "slowly depart without seeing off the deceased," is the chief consultant of a special national agency?
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