Chapter 440: Long Time No See

At the end of the district, two figures stopped staggeringly, panting heavily.

"Did we... shake them off?"

Jian Changsheng looked around and found that the two "birdmen" who had been chasing them so closely were nowhere to be seen. Everything around them was quiet, as if the chaotic scene just now was an illusion.

"Looks like we shook them off." Heart 9’s expression didn't relax; instead, it became even more solemn. He kept scanning the dark alleys around them, as if searching for something.

"Looks like our luck is okay, not that bad after all."

"Luck?"

Heart 9 sneered. "If we relied purely on luck, we'd probably be dead by now..."

Jian Changsheng raised his eyebrows slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Haven't you noticed that everything is too coincidental? The strange noise at the fork that lured away the other group, the tower crane that just happened to block the bombs for us, and now the pursuers who have inexplicably disappeared... It's as if an invisible hand is arranging everything in the dark. Do you really think this is just luck?"

"You mean someone is helping us?" Jian Changsheng was stunned for a long time. "That shouldn't be. Besides the two of us, there shouldn't be any other members in the Hongchen main city, right?"

"Logically, there shouldn't be, otherwise they wouldn't have let me work with you alone to complete the mission... Then who else could it be?"

The two were puzzled and could only leave this place for now and make other plans.

Heart 9 was about to step away when he suddenly saw something out of the corner of his eye, his body shook, and he froze in place.

"What's wrong with you?" Jian Changsheng walked forward two steps, found that Heart 9 hadn't followed, and looked back in confusion.

Heart 9’s expression was incredibly complex. He silently reached out and pointed to mid-air...

Jian Changsheng looked up, and a "holy crap" escaped his lips.

The faint light of dawn rose from the end of the horizon. In the mid-air of this narrow alley, a black trench coat stood silently in the void. Between two highly oppressive high walls, an ancient and mysterious golden mask was silently overlooking the two people at his feet...

Golden Society Special Envoy???

The moment these five words appeared in their minds, their hearts sank.

"How... how is he here??" Jian Changsheng swallowed his saliva. "Wasn't he just grabbing money in the hotel??"

"How would I know?! With his status, how could he possibly appear in a place like this..."

"Damn it, I knew things couldn't be that simple!"

"Don't be anxious yet... he doesn't seem to have any malice toward us." Heart 9 recalled everything that had just happened and thought thoughtfully, "Maybe he's the one helping us?"

"We don't even know him, why would he help us?"

In front of that golden mask, the two didn't dare to act rashly. The scene of the ugly kid knocking them down with one punch was still fresh in their minds, and now that the Special Envoy himself was here, the pressure would only be stronger.

Just as the two were whispering in confusion, a calm voice suddenly sounded from mid-air:

"Have you two seen the Jester?"

The Special Envoy’s initiative to speak stunned Jian Changsheng and his companion.

They immediately realized that the "Jester" the Special Envoy spoke of must be the ugly kid who left a mark on their faces, and they nodded immediately.

"Yes... we have."

"Where did you see him?"

"In your room, right?"

Heart 9 answered as a matter of course, but the next moment his mouth was covered by Jian Changsheng, who lowered his voice and cursed, "If you say that, won't he know we went to search his room?!"

Heart 9 realized this, but it was too late, and his expression became a bit awkward.

Chen Ling’s expression under the mask was also very complex. He knew that these two guys wouldn't do anything good when they got together... However, he hadn't expected the Jester to appear in the Hongchen main city. It seems he followed him all the way from the Ancient Treasury of the Play?

Chen Ling looked at the two with complex emotions. After a long while, he sighed helplessly...

Letting them go was definitely not an option. Not to mention how much trouble these two could cause, now that they were both sealed by the Jester, it would be too dangerous for them to move around in the main city if he didn't unseal them, and he certainly couldn't protect them all the time.

After thinking for a long time, he said faintly:

"Follow me."

As his voice fell, Chen Ling turned and walked in a certain direction of the street.

Jian Changsheng and Heart 9 looked at each other.

"What do you say? Run?"

"Run? We can't do anything now, can we outrun him?"

"...Forget it, let's follow him. If he wanted to kill us, he wouldn't have bothered to save us."

After a brief hesitation, the two followed Chen Ling’s pace... Fortunately, it was still too early, and there was no one on the road. The three crossed the street and walked straight toward the auction venue.

……

At this time.

Auction, VIP lounge.

"Eeya~"

The Jester kicked the corner of the table, and the swivel chair spun around. His bean-like eyes were full of curiosity, as if he had never played with anything so interesting before.

Around him were boxes filled with banknotes, which had just been delivered by the auction staff. The Jester had no concept of these and was not interested. After the staff walked away, he played by himself again.

Just then, his ears pricked up, as if he had heard some movement, and his eyes locked onto the door instantly.

"Eeya eeya!"

A look of haste appeared on the Jester’s small face, which was stained with white ash. He immediately got off the swivel chair, wiped the footprints he had left on the table with the corner of his clothes, looked left and right, and then dived out the window.

The room fell into silence again.

Three seconds later, the door was slowly opened.

Chen Ling, wearing the golden mask, walked into the room, scanned the room, and didn't see the Jester... He narrowed his eyes and continued to walk into the room.

Behind him, Jian Changsheng and Heart 9 walked in with strange expressions, constantly searching the surroundings, afraid that a fist would pop out from somewhere and knock them down again.

"What does this mean? Why did he bring us here?" Jian Changsheng asked in a low voice, puzzled.

Heart 9 shook his head, spreading his hands to show he was also confused.

As the door closed, the figure in the black trench coat walked slowly to the swivel chair at the desk and sat down unhurriedly... Behind him was a mountain of banknotes piled high. Over two hundred million in cash was displayed in front of the two in such an intuitive way for the first time.

The figure sat cross-legged among the mountain of banknotes, one hand supporting his chin, and the other hand gently removed the ancient golden mask...

A smiling face with a hint of mockery appeared before the two.

"You two."

Chen Ling smiled and said, "Long time no see."