I'm not a theatre god

At the end of the block, two figures staggered to a stop, breathing heavily.

"Did we...get rid of them?"

Jian Changsheng looked around and found that the two "birdmen" who were chasing closely just now were not seen now. The surroundings were quiet, as if everything that was chaotic just now was an illusion.

"It seems that he got rid of it." The expression of the 9 of Hearts did not relax, but became more serious. His eyes kept scanning the surrounding dark alleys, as if searching for something.

"Then we are lucky, but we are not that unlucky."

"luck?"

9 of Hearts sneered, "If it was purely luck, we would probably have died without a burial place..."

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

"Didn't you realize that this is all a coincidence? The strange noise that led away another wave of people at the fork in the road, the tower crane that happened to block the bomb for us, and the pursuer who is now inexplicably missing... It's like there is an invisible force Dashou arranged everything in secret. Do you really think this is pure luck? "

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

"It stands to reason that there is no more, otherwise I wouldn't be able to cooperate with you alone to complete the mission... Then who else could it be?"

The two of them were puzzled and could only leave this place for the time being before making any plans.

The 9 of Hearts was about to leave when he suddenly saw something from the corner of his eye. His whole body trembled and he froze in place.

"What's wrong with you?" Jian Changsheng took two steps forward and found that the 9 of hearts had not followed him, so he looked back in confusion.

The expression of the 9 of hearts is extremely wonderful. He silently stretched out his hand and pointed in the air...

Jian Changsheng looked up and blurted out "Fuck".

The twilight of dawn rises from the end of the horizon. In the mid-air of this narrow alley, a black windbreaker stands in nothingness. Between two extremely oppressive high walls, there is an ancient and mysterious golden mask. Silently looking down at the two people at their feet...

Special envoy of the Golden Club? ? ?

The moment these five words appeared in their minds, they felt a thump in their hearts.

"He... why is he here??" Jian Changsheng swallowed, "Didn't he just grab money in the hotel??"

"How do I know?! With his identity, how could he appear in a place like this..."

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

"Don't worry yet... He doesn't seem to have any ill intentions towards us." 9 of Hearts recalled what happened just now, thoughtfully, "Maybe he is helping us?"

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

The two of them did not dare to act rashly in front of that golden mask. The scene where the ugly kid punched them one by one was still vivid in their minds. Now that the special envoy is here, the sense of oppression will only be stronger.

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

"Have you ever seen a clown?"

The special envoy took the initiative to speak, leaving both Jian Changsheng and Jian Changsheng stunned.

They immediately realized that the "harlequin" mentioned by the special envoy should be the ugly child who left a mark on their faces, and they nodded immediately.

"I've seen... I've seen you."

"Where did you see it?"

"In your room?"

The 9 of Hearts answered matter-of-factly, but the next moment his mouth was covered by Jian Changsheng, who lowered his voice and cursed, "If you say that, doesn't he know that we have searched his room?!"

The 9 of Hearts finally reacted, but it was too late, and his expression suddenly became awkward.

Chen Ling's expression under the mask was also very exciting. He knew that these two guys would not do anything good when they got together... But the clown actually appeared in the main city of the mortal world. He did not expect it. It seemed that he had been acting all the way. Dao Guzang, did you follow me?

Chen Ling looked at the two of them complicatedly, and after a long time, she sighed helplessly...

It would definitely be impossible to let them leave. Not to mention how much trouble these two guys could cause, both of them were now blocked by the Harlequin. If they were not released, it would be too dangerous to move around the main city. I was sure I can't protect them all the time.

After thinking for a long time, he said calmly:

"follow me."

After finishing her words, Chen Ling turned around and walked towards a certain direction on the street.

Jian Changsheng and 9 of Hearts looked at each other.

"What do you mean? Run away?"

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

"...Forget it, just follow him. If he wants to kill us, there's no need to go to any trouble to save us."

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

…

at this time.

Auction, VIP lounge.

"Hey~"

The clown kicked off the corner of the table, and his whole body began to spin along with the swivel chair. His eyes were full of novelty, as if he had never played with such an interesting thing.

Around him were boxes filled with silver notes, which the auction staff had just delivered. The clown had no idea about these and was not interested in them. After the staff left, he went back to minding his own business. Start playing by yourself.

At this moment, his ears perked up, as if he heard something, and his eyes locked on the door instantly.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

A look of haste appeared on the clown's little face stained with white dust. He immediately got down from the swivel chair, wiped off the footprints on the table with the corner of his clothes, looked left and right, and then swooped out of the window.

The room fell silent again.

Three seconds later, the door was slowly opened.

Chen Ling, who was wearing a golden mask, stepped into the room and glanced around the room, but did not see the clown... He narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to walk into the room.

Behind him, Jian Changsheng and 9 of Hearts followed with strange expressions, their eyes constantly searching around, fearing that a fist would appear from nowhere and knock them to the ground.

"What do you mean? What does he want to do by bringing us here?" Jian Changsheng asked in a low voice, confused.

The 9 of Hearts shook his head and spread his hands to show that he was also confused.

As the door closed, the figure in the black windbreaker walked slowly to the swivel chair at the desk, and sat on it leisurely... Behind him, there were mountains of banknotes piled high. For the first time, more than 200 million banknotes were displayed in front of the two people in such an intuitive way.

The figure crossed his legs and sat casually between the mountains of silver notes. He put one hand on his chin and gently took off the ancient golden mask with the other hand...

A playful smiling face appeared in front of the two of them.

"Both of you."

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