"What are you going to do?" Graves placed a glass of ale with a slightly soothing taste in front of Chen Senran. He knew that Chen Senran was not suitable for something that was too shocking now.

He saw his...sadness?

It was already deep in the night, and the rain was still falling, and the guests of the whole spirits and gunpowder were already sparse. They sat in a corner, and the atmosphere was dull.

"I don't plan to do it." Chen Senran shook his head and brought up the glass of ale, but did not drink it, but placed it in front of his eye mask as if he could see it.

It's like watching bubbles rising in the wine.

He really doesn't plan to do anything.

What else can you do? Should you rush to Miss Anne's residence now and shout at her why do you want to kill me?

Stop kidding, a blind man can't even see the other person's face.

What's more, he had no idea how many enemies there were hiding in the dark.

He didn't remember anything. After this incident, he only knew that one thing had happened. He, in the past, seemed to have many enemies.

Even if he has the ability to touch that...girl named Anne?

He could not do this at all. He could not alarm the snake. He was not strong enough now. He needed to accumulate strength. When one day he could stand firm enough on Blue Flame Island, he could find the answer to who I am without any scruples.

Although, he was almost crazy now and wanted to question the girl.

"Okay, do you want me to take you back?" Graves nodded and glanced out of the window wet with the rain.

"No need." Chen Senran shook his head and stood up, "That guy, look tight."

"I understand." Graves also stood up and looked respectful.

"Sit down." Chen Senran began to walk out, "By the way, there is also that doctor..."

His last sentence was very quiet.

"I'll handle it." Graves knew what he meant.

"See you tomorrow." Chen Senran pushed open the door.

"See you tomorrow."

And it was almost the place separated by a wall when Chen Senran pushed open the door and left.

The fight club, a place full of wine bottles, is full of the intersection of blood and sweat.

"I'm so sorry, Miss Anne." The masked man Fick shook his head regretfully, looking at the delicate but sad girl in front of him and her housekeeper, "I still have no news about Taylor."

He is really sorry. He has been searching for three months. As the news dealer with the richest news in Bilgewater, he can't even get any news.

This is not only a shame, but also a ruling responsibility for him.

After all, the missing person is Taylor, the spiritual leader of the entire Fighting Club. As the minister of the Blue Flame Island branch of the Fighting Club, he has the full responsibility to retrieve the leader.

Yes, he loved this organization, and when he joined the organization the first day he fell in love with this organization full of male hormones and passion, he really loved it. It was completely different from many infidels who just wanted to get more information, yes, infidels, his collective name for guys who had no passion and original dreams, he was united with this organization in one, so he also admired the founder, Taylor.

So when he received this order from the headquarters of the War Academy, he boasted that it would be completed within three days.

But now...

Three days...

It's been more than three months.

"It's okay." The girl forced a smile and shook her head. "I believe he must be alive, somewhere in the world. Sooner or later, we will see you again."

"Yes, you said it right, he must be alive." The masked man Fick nodded, and he didn't know how to comfort the girl in front of him, "Oh. By the way, I almost forgot one thing, Miss Anne, someone is investigating you."

"Investigate us?" Annie was stunned for a moment and glanced at the housekeeper Lao Du. "We are not..."

"What does it mean?" Old Du frowned.

"That's right. Today someone came to ask me who was looking for Taylor." The masked man Fick explained immediately, "That person is the boss's godson, Graves. I guess he must have been instructed by someone else, because he just worked with the third deputy of the Mingyuan yesterday."

"Mingyuan?" Annie looked confused. She couldn't remember when she had dealt with the ship.

"Is it Planck's ship?" Lao Du probably did some Bilgewater's homework.

"Yes, Planck, the King of Pirates, I guess he is checking you, I don't know the reason. But..." The masked man Fick waved his hand and said it was okay, "I didn't tell him you, I only told him the address of the Noxus who came to me to buy news a few days ago."

"Noxus?" Annie's little face suddenly became cold when she heard the name, and her eyes began to flow with flame-like light.

"That's right, oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you. But don't worry, I just got the news that those people just went to assassinate the Ionians and were all dead." The masked man Fick waved his hand again, indicating that he was relieved.

"Okay." Annie calmed down again when she heard this. She now didn't want to hear anything except the news about that person.

"Then, let's go." She waved her hand tiredly.

In the eighth minute after Chen Senran left.

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"You are responsible for this."

In the dark candlelight Bilgewater reception center, in the old hall with the afterimage of the sea god, the mature Kennan looked at the old man in front of him and said in a cold tone.

"We are really sorry." Father Ferguson apologized helplessly, "It's our dereliction of duty. I promise that this will never happen in the future. Elder Roger is fine? I really don't want this to affect our alliance because of this."

"Send out the guest." Kennan did not answer any questions and turned around and began to walk in.

"Please." A ninja wrapped in darkness stretched out a hand and pointed out outside the dark door of heavy rain.

It makes people completely unable to tell which side is the main and which side is the guest.

"Go." Ferguson forced himself to smile and walked out.

Almost as soon as he walked out the door, his face immediately collapsed.

"Damn Ionian, if not..." he murmured to himself coldly, "Who is on duty today?"

"Sir, it's Barr." The guard beside him replied carefully.

"I heard he didn't even move?" Ferguson's face became colder, even colder than the wind and rain in the whole dark night.

"...Yes." The guard was silent for a moment and finally couldn't resist the pressure and answered.

"Hmph—" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!