Long Yuehong and Bai Chen focused on the back door of Lao K's house through the telescope, trying to figure out the appearance of the visitor. Unfortunately, several nearby street lights broke at some point, making them unable to do what they wanted.

"I wish Lao Ge was there." Long Yuehong couldn't help but sigh.

Compared with fully functional smart people, carbon-based people need too much extra equipment to improve themselves.

Of course, Long Yuehong has always remembered what the team leader often said and used it to motivate himself:

"A gentleman is not born differently, but is good at using things."

Bai Chen deeply agrees with Long Yuehong's feelings:

"Unless it's all black and there's no light, Lao Ge has a way..."

Before he finished speaking, Bai Chen's attention returned to the back door of Lao K's house.

Another car drove over and stopped outside the door.

What happened before was repeated again. A servant from Lao K’s family came out to greet a guest with a big umbrella.

Within just half an hour, nearly twenty visitors arrived in the back door area where the street lights were broken. Judging from their clothes, there were men and women.

This made Long Yuehong and Bai Chen a little stunned, not understanding what was going on.

At the same time, Jiang Baimian, who received a report from Long Yuehong, also found that a large number of cars drove into Maskaer Street where Lao K’s house was located, and parked on both sides of the road.

Under the illumination of a large number of street lights, the car doors opened one after another, and men and women in bright clothes walked down.

Surrounded by bodyguards, they walked in openly near the main entrance of Lao K's house.

However, their bodyguards and entourage stayed outside the door and returned to the car one after another.

"It's all aristocrats..." Jiang Baimian observed carefully for a while and came to a conclusion.

She and Shang Jianyao pretended to be nobles. When watching the gladiatorial competition, they had some understanding of people in this class, so that they would not even know how to call him after they met.

The other party may not know them, they must know them. Only in this way can they avoid the risk of exposure to the greatest extent.

"Yes." Shang Jianyao pointed at a male noble and smiled, "I remember him. He laughed at Dino for almost becoming the first person in the upper class to choke him to death by drinking water."

Dino is one of the protagonists of the assassination in the arena.

The one who was assassinated.

"I call it Phelps, it seems..." Jiang Baimian said without being so sure.

Phelps is also Axonian, with black hair and blue eyes.

He seems to have done genetic optimization, and his height and appearance are all good, but his cheek muscles are slightly sagging.

After watching these people enter Lao K's house, Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:

“Is this a banquet?”

She didn't make a sure judgment because it was very embarrassing at the time point.

According to her, gatherings of the aristocratic class often start at dinner and continue until the early morning, and can leave at any time. How can I convene you at nearly 11 o'clock?

"Maybe the theme of this party is ghosts." Shang Jianyao guessed with great enthusiasm.

He seemed to want to take out the fur-faced monkey mask with a sharp mouth with his back hand, put it on his face, and then participate.

Jiang Baimian ignored him and said to himself:

“Take all the curtains on, just for this party?

"What's going on with those people behind? Special guests?

"How can you not let the bodyguards go in for a normal party? Those nobles are so relieved?"

She could not think of the answers to these questions for a while. Shang Jianyao provided many possibilities, but they were obviously absurd.

Jiang Baimian had to take out the walkie-talkie and reminded Long Yuehong and Bai Chen:

"Continue monitoring and wait for the end."

It took several hours to wait until after three o'clock in the morning when the main door of Lao K's house was opened again. The well-dressed men and women walked out one after another with tired but relaxed expressions and left in the car.

At the same time, cars arrived in the back door area and quietly picked up the secret visitors.

Due to environmental factors, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong still couldn't see their appearance clearly.

"Team leader, do you want to choose a target to follow up?" Long Yuehong asked Jiang Baimian for his opinion.

If he and Bai Chen go downstairs and drive on the Jeep at this time, they still have the hope of locking in a car.

Jiang Baimian pondered for a few seconds and said:

"There are too many unknowns in this matter. On the contrary, I will not need to do so for the time being.

"Well, our next step is to track down a nobleman and find out from him what party Lao K is hosting at home and what roles those people coming in the back door play."

Compared with those secret visitors who have hidden their heads and tails, and compared with Lao K, who seems to have some mystery, aristocrats with families and families on the edge of power are more suitable and safer goals.

Without doing too much exclusion, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao chose Phelps as an unanimous person.

They had a corresponding understanding of him, knowing that his grandfather was once a veteran, but died early and failed to pave the way for his descendants. This led to Phelps's fathers being gradually excluded from the core of power, and his generation would decline even more.

Judging from his previous performance in the assassination in the arena, Jiang Baimian believes that Phelps' bodyguards have no awakened people in his entourage.

Taking into account all aspects of factors, this is really a rare object of action.

Jiang Baimian was not in a hurry to go downstairs to follow him, because it was late at night and there were few people in quietness and could easily be discovered. Anyway, the monk could not run away from the temple, so he would not be afraid of not being able to find anyone when he went to "visit" Phelps during the day.

"When these matters are investigated clearly, the plan to respond to 'Garibaldi' is probably also taken." Jiang Baimian said casually while watching the nobles' vehicles go away.

In fact, if she hadn't had too many concerns, she could now give a feasible plan:

When Lao K went out and dealt with business problems, he took away most of the "accidents", and then sneaked in quietly or took advantage of "friends" to pick up "Galibardi".

The plan has a high success rate when it was able to hide in the old K's house smoothly and hide for several days without being discovered.

Of course, after "Galibardi" came inside and hid it, he was less daring to move because he lacked the grasp of the surrounding environment.

…………

The next afternoon, the resting "old transfer team" used the method of "making friends" to temporarily borrow a car and drove to the Golden Apple District, preparing to find opportunities to communicate with the noble child Phelps.

"Oh..." Shang Jianyao sighed deeply in the car.

"What's wrong?" Long Yuehong asked vigilantly and worriedly.

Shang Jianyao replied with a sad face:

"I miss Mr. Dimarco."

"Why?" Long Yuehong was a little puzzled for a moment.

Jiang Baimian sneered:

"Wow, are you thinking of him? You think of him's 'destiny'!"

"'Fate Pass' is really useful." Shang Jianyao admitted frankly, "I think Mr. Dimarco is cute even."

What adjective is this? Long Yuehong almost vomited out an old blood.

Jiang Baimian agreed with Shang Jianyao's first half of the sentence:

"Indeed, if the 'Fate Pearl' is still there, we don't need to look for opportunities to deal with a more marginal noble child like Phelps. When he goes out and gets on the car, he will attach himself to him more than 20 meters away, directly evoking his related memories."

The whole process is silent and ordinary people cannot detect it at all.

Shang Jianyao's hands and feet were cleaner and the environment was better. Phelps might not be able to find out afterwards that he was beaten by someone. He may think that he was overindulged recently, weak and dizzy.

The vehicle turned into a relatively secluded street between several members of the "Old Transfer Group".

At this time, a figure of Taoist crossed the road, then stopped in the middle, and stopped leaving.

He is from Honghe. He is wearing a gray robe and a bald head that can reflect the glow. He is so thin that he is a little disfigured. He cannot tell the specific age, but his face is not pale and his mental state is not good.

The man half-closed his green eyes, held the rosary in one hand, and stood on his chest with the other hand, facing the "old tune group", and bowed:

"Namo Anuttara Samyaksambodhi, donors, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore."
Chapter completed!