I’m the Pay Thief at the Winery

Chapter 190: When will this silly roe deer grow snacks?

After letting Fei Niao give him the money and sending him off with another sentence, Nan Ling finally had time to open the letter from Silver Spoon.

The cool fingertips clicked on the string of names, and Nan Ling's eyes quickly swept across——

—Then stopped next to a prominent name.

ML.

The code names of the underground world are varied, some are just for convenience, while others are to cover up their true identities.

Obviously, ML falls into the latter category.

Nan Ling naturally knew who she was, not to mention that Silver Spoon specially marked 'that beautiful bartender' after that name.

Merlot.

Nan Ling raised his eyebrows, a little surprised by this.

After he asked Silver Spoon to find out who was investigating him, the man immediately went to Mello's bar to drink.

At that time, Nan Ling thought that Yin Jian ignored his warning and still fell in love with Mello, but now it seems... Was it the woman who was the first person Yin Jian suspected at the time?

As expected of a top intelligence dealer... It seems that he is still worried for nothing.

Nan Ling tried to imagine the verbal confrontation between the two. It must have seemed calm, but undercurrents were actually surging.

But it seems that Silver Key is superior.

He lowered his eyes to look at the list again. The name ML was in the top three of suspicion. The bright red font showed the suspiciousness of this woman, which was as conspicuous as red graffiti on a white wall.

Almost all of the other people on the list, Nan Ling, had heard of it. They were nothing more than some organizational cadres who had signed contracts with him, or they were intelligence mongers. In short, their attention was quite normal.

The only abnormality is Merlot.

She's not from this circle - I'm afraid she's hanging around in **** because she wants to collect information for the winery. Nan Ling couldn't imagine why she would investigate him.

However, Mello would actually be interested in Seven...?

Nan Ling thought for a while, and suddenly his expression changed.

Damn, this woman doesn't look at her own face, right?

For example, just like his mouth or something...

...that's not right. I don't show my face very often. I wear sunglasses and masks more diligently than anyone else, and Mello has never seen him a few times. This idea is really unreliable.

And doesn't Merlot like gin?

Then, if she changed her mind, she would be interested in a doctor...

Could it be that she is seriously ill?

Then she shouldn't be looking for herself. What the underground doctor is best at is dealing with trauma—especially those that can’t be treated in a hospital—seeing a doctor is really not his forte.

If Melo had this need, Nan Ling could introduce her to a bunch of medical experts, ranging from cardiac surgery to neurosurgery, all of whom were top figures in these fields.

Thanks to the winery. At that time, Nanling reached many researchers in Western Europe through the relationship of the winery, and his connections in the medical field were terrifying.

But I can only use it when I'm working as a consultant in a hospital...

So if Mello really has a terminal illness, he is quite willing to help find someone, after all, he has never used it himself.

Nan Ling touched his chin.

But this idea also has a major flaw...

There are so many researchers in the organization, why didn't Mello go to them?

I don't understand.

So why did Mello look for Seven?

As the saying goes.

A woman's heart, a needle under the sea.

Nan Ling finally gave up thinking.

Assuming that the person investigating him during this time is really Mello...

Check it out someday later. Anyway, the initiative is on his side - Seven is just a vest, and naturally Nan Ling will appear if he wants him to appear.

So happy to decide, now is the rest time.

Nan Ling stretched and prepared to go back to his villa through the tunnel.

And at this moment-

"Ding dong."

Doorbell rang.

Nan Ling sighed and prepared to open the door to tell them that he was closing today.

He glanced at his watch.

1:30, long past his biological clock.

Nan Ling yawned, feeling that he was sleepy to death. If a patient is not afraid of death, he can try it - Nan Ling can't guarantee that he will not kill someone in such a dizzy situation.

He slowly opened the door, his expression gradually becoming speechless.

"Why are you here so late?"

Antoine's expression was the same as usual, stupid, but his face was very pale and his tone was a little weak, pitiful like a large dog abandoned by his owner, "Chart, I was beaten."

At this time, Nan Ling saw Antoine's left hand hanging beside him with sharp eyes. Although it had been wrapped with gauze, blood was still seeping out.

"Come in." Nan Ling stepped aside and looked a little solemn, "How did it hurt?"

While talking, he didn't waste much time. After checking Antoine's injury, he began to prepare to treat him.

"Ah... that, it's still a black fist." Antoine was a little embarrassed.

Nan Ling sighed.

He knows that Antoine has countless energy that he can't release. He also knows that Antoine is playing black fists underground, but Antoine is not short of money, he is just playing for fun.

But it is really not very safe to play black boxing. Nan Ling also persuaded Antoine to stop playing.

It turned out that the other party didn't listen at all.

"Sit down." Nan Ling said angrily, looking at the wound on Antoine's arm, his expression gradually froze, "...I remember that this kind of underground boxing is not allowed to bring weapons?"

Antoine's injury was definitely not something that could be hit with a fist - it looked like it was slashed with something sharp. If Nan Ling was to speculate, he thought it was more like a tiger.

And it's not that Nanling doesn't know Antoine. Under normal circumstances, no one can beat him.

If the other party is cheating... it's over.

"It's really not allowed to bring weapons." Antoine said as a matter of course, his expression suddenly wilted, "But after I told the organizer, they kicked me out instead."

Nan Ling's expression completely sank.

If it really is like what Antoine said...

Outside the underground boxing arena, there are usually gambling openings~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The amount is huge. If the organizer ends the game, the winner will be determined——

There must be huge profits to be made, and they come with little effort.

Ah……

The courage is really big, and the person who dares to touch him.

While Nan Ling was dressing Antoire, he was already thinking about **** the group of people.

"Chat?" Antoine held his chin and watched his movements, a look of pain flashed across his face from time to time, "Can you lighten your hand... eh eh! It hurts to death!"

"Bear it." Nan Ling said in a didactic tone, "Don't you see that there is a ghost in this organizer?"

"Don't you keep saying that I'm stupid? I'm just stupid." Antoine said confidently, "I didn't think about it that much."

Nan Ling sighed again.

When will this silly roe deer grow snacks...

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