Chapter 635 You Are Not Bad Either

The metal detector showed that he was clean and unarmed, but some fear was engraved in his bones, especially for these notorious guys.

So a more detailed inspection was needed, but fortunately this man cooperated very well.

Except for the brown cowboy hat on his head.

The hat was very small and seriously mismatched with his head size. It was almost the same on a child's head, but it was unspeakably awkward on a man's head.

"Let him in." A very young voice came from inside, it was a woman.

The man formally tied the strap under his chin to fix the cowboy hat, then tilted his head to look at the guard who just wanted to force the inspection, and then turned and walked into the room in front of him.

The layout in the room was simple, with a large table. A woman sat opposite the table. The woman was about 20 years old, with a pure look, but her eyes could not be underestimated.

There was a chair opposite the table, the kind with a backrest, but it was hollowed out, perhaps because she was worried that he would do something sneaky.

The man walked to the chair specially prepared for him and sat down. He looked up and smiled, "Good afternoon, Miss Xia Meng."

He looked around casually, and after seeing the arrangements of some secret places, he couldn't help but shrugged, "I came with sincerity, Miss Xia, don't be so nervous."

Compared with the man's casualness, Xia Meng seemed much more formal. She tensed her upper body and stared at the man's face. She didn't dare to relax for a moment. After a moment, she replied, "It's never too careful to face Crimson No. 2."

"And." Xia Meng said coldly: "Don't call me Miss Xia, I am negotiating with you on behalf of the Xia family."

The man raised his eyebrows and pretended to be surprised and asked: "If you are not allowed to call me Miss Xia, what should I call you, Xia family housekeeper? "

Xia Meng didn't dwell on this issue. All the guys in Crimson were mentally ill. She had no chance of winning on some topics with strange styles.

After all, who can win an argument with a madman?

Xia Meng knew how dangerous these guys were. She shouldn't have met them so hastily, but the price they offered was hard for her to refuse.

"Let's get straight to the point." Xia Meng adjusted her mood and asked in a calm and clear voice: "What do you need us to do before you are willing to tell us about the secret stakes that the Night Watch has planted in our Xia family?"

"The Night Watch has captured No. 4, and we need you to help rescue him." At this point, the man's tone became more formal, and he also had a sense of negotiation.

"Crimson No. 4 was captured by the Night Watch?" Xia Meng frowned, "When did it happen?"

"2 hours ago." The man replied, "They blocked the mountains near Graystone Town and sent out several capture teams composed of all A-level members. The code name of the operation is: Watch."

"Why didn't we receive news of such an important operation? "This is what Xia Meng is really confused about. Logically, they are in the Night Watch.

"Your people have been cleared out. The information you have now is just what they want you to know. The man said.

Although the information said by Crimson No. 2 has not been confirmed, the Xia family has indeed been repeatedly controlled by others in terms of intelligence in recent times, which has also led to the failure of several important operations and heavy losses.

Summarizing these and the information she has obtained in recent times, it can be confirmed that there is a mole in the senior management of the Xia family.

Although she is very eager to find out the hidden stake, Crimson No. 4 is not so easy to save. The Night Watch has been fighting with Crimson for so many years, and this is the first time I have heard that a formal member has been captured alive.

God knows what amazing information can be dug out from No. 4.

Moreover, the news is blocked so tightly, which also shows that they do not trust their Xia family.

"I really want to know who the mole is, but we can't help." Xia Meng shook her head, "I don't know how to help."

"And there is one thing I want you to know, no matter what happens between us and the Night Watch, it is our own internal affairs, but you are different, after all, you are our common enemy."

"If the Night Watch knew that our Xia family was doing business with your Crimson, or rescuing Crimson No. 4, the situation would be very troublesome."

"Is there no room for negotiation?" The man exhaled and said in a pitiful tone: "After all, I am No. 2, please make some concessions. It would be embarrassing to go back empty-handed."

Xia Meng shook her head.

"Hey!" The man stood up unsteadily, holding his cowboy hat and shaking his head, "Then there is nothing we can do, Miss Xia, since you are so unreasonable, I have to ask you to suffer a little."

"Besides," the man narrowed his eyes and whispered, "You didn't want to negotiate, you just wanted to get the information for free, otherwise you wouldn't have arranged for Gong Zhe to come back."

The negotiations broke down, and several people walked out of the corner of the room, staring at the man with a cold face. The door was also pushed open, and the corridor was crowded with guards.

The cowboy man was casual and not in a hurry, looking at the two people standing in front of Xia Meng.

A strong man about 40 years old, with bronze muscles, looked very difficult to deal with.

The other one was a young woman in her early 20s, who looked quiet and dressed like a student, with a pair of charming eyes.

"Only these two are good." The man touched his chin, stretched his neck and commented, "Miss Xia, you don't want to take me down with two A-levels, do you?"

Xia Meng retreated and replied in the same tone: "Of course not, Mr. No. 2, they only need to stop you for a moment, and Uncle Gong and others will be here soon."

A few seconds later, the man suddenly laughed, waved his hand and said: "Don't be so nervous, okay? Relax, let's do it together." The man snapped his fingers and said, "Let's dance."

After that, he tapped the ground with his toes, closed his eyes, and twisted his hands with his waist, slowly beating the rhythm.

It's hard to say whether the dance is good-looking or not. It seems that every dance has a little bit of it. After watching it for a long time, it feels like the whole person is melted into it.

After a while, a strange scene appeared. Except for the two people who blocked Xia Meng, and Xia Meng himself, the rest of the people threw away their weapons and twisted with the dance.

"What's going on?"

"My legs! My legs don't listen to me!"

"Don't, don't point the gun at me!"

The people twisting with the melody were panicked, but they seemed to be controlled by the melody only, but not their minds.

"Don't look at him!" the bronze muscular man yelled, "You will be drawn into his rhythm!"

But he discovered it too late.

Hearing this, the cowboy man who was intoxicated in his own world tapped his dance steps and turned beautifully to the side of the woman dressed as a student.

The woman was obviously shaken, her body kept shaking, her lips bitten and bleeding, and her remaining rationality was still holding on.

The cowboy man smiled when he saw this scene, stretched out his hand and patted the woman's buttocks, and said in surprise: "Oh, it's still pretty?"

The next second, the woman finally couldn't hold it anymore and danced uncontrollably.

Just as the cowboy rubbed his fingers with unsatisfied intentions and turned a circle to look at the muscular man, the strong man paused, and then, as if he had seen something more terrifying, his eyes were filled with fear.

"Snap!"

"Hey, you're not bad either."