Song Hao sat back on the barrel and handed Reina the business card about Henry Studio: "Maybe you have heard of their name."

"I'm afraid that they are lackeys of the authorities in Saint-Denis, so I don't dare to let you come out to meet them."

Considering that the topic might be a bit heavy, he wanted to take out the cigarettes from his pocket, but found that it was an empty cigarette case.

Damn it, it has to be at this time...

Reina, who had a wry smile on her face, recalled: "When the Caitlin family took office, my father even invited them to take a photo in the garden."

"These are two very good photographers."

"I remember their photos were very beautiful, and I could always find the bright spots in everyone. Even my sister, who has always been serious, was made laugh by them in the end."

In my heart, I don’t want to uncover other people’s scars.

That's like rubbing salt into the wound.

So Song Hao pretended to stretch and comforted: "Actually, I just chatted with them, and I feel that most residents of Saint Denis obviously love your Caitlin family more."

"I think if this atmosphere continues to develop, the Calderon family will soon face collapse in less than three years."

"Then it will be the best time for our Wildfire Gang to avenge your family..."

After hearing these words, Reina, who looked melancholy, suddenly looked towards the distant sky, where there were a few slowly passing clouds.

As far as the eye can see, it is also in the direction of Saint Denis...

As evening approaches, this damn western weather seems to be joking with everyone, and it changes at every turn.

It was clear that the sky was clear at noon, and the sun above our heads was making people dizzy. Now, when I looked at it, a huge group of dark clouds had actually gathered.

There was a faint roar of lightning.

After a simple dinner, Song Hao put on his weapon and told Reina: "We are going to inquire about the wanted order tonight."

"If nothing happens, we can come back tomorrow morning."

"If you hear any disturbance during this time, you must hide it as soon as possible. Do you understand?"

Reina knew what he was afraid of, so she nodded obediently and asked, "But the supplies in the camp..."

Song Hao, who was riding the Silver Fang, simply interrupted her: "Things like supplies are definitely not as important as the lives of family members!"

Reina's pupils suddenly shrank, and she couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

In this second, she suddenly had a deep understanding of what Song Hao called "home"...

Aaron, who was also riding Shanti on the right, looked serious: "So just like what the boss said, if you encounter a bounty hunter or the police, we hope you can escape immediately and wait for us to come back to pick you up."

"I know, then be careful on the road, I'll wait for you when you come back."

"Then let's set off!"

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no sign of rain in the night sky, Song Hao and Aaron disappeared into the forest of Yingzui Peak.

Along the way, they saw gold diggers on the river bank. These guys were still pursuing their elusive dreams at night.

Song Hao has no comment on this.

When they appeared again, the clock had reached eight o'clock in the night, and wisps of orange-red lights were very dazzling in the dark night.

At this moment, when you close your eyes, it seems that even the noisy livestock town of Valentine seems surprisingly peaceful because of a wandering heavy rain.

"Shall we go to the bulletin board now?" Aaron couldn't help but sneeze.

"Don't be stupid, go take shelter from the rain first, otherwise you will be in trouble if you catch a cold. I don't want to go back and infect Reina."

Then Song Hao, who was wet and miserable, took Aaron into the tavern. His wet clothes were uncomfortable sticking to his body, but he couldn't take them off in public.

Nowadays, the heavy rain outside is mixed with a little hail, which hits my head and gives me a headache. From time to time, I hear screams from passers-by.

"Boss, I don't want to drink..."

Song Hao took off his cowboy hat and rolled his eyes at him: "I advise you to get familiar with alcohol as soon as possible. After all, you are a core member of a gang. Other mothers and fathers only drink juice."

The speechless Aaron could only follow him obediently, and the two came to a remote corner of the tavern, from where they could see the entire tavern.

Women put on beautiful and revealing skirts and stand in the loft staring at the cowboys below. If they like it, they will go downstairs and give away their handkerchiefs.

As for the rest of what is going to happen, naturally the gentleman walks into the room with his arms around the beautiful woman’s slender waist, and does something that only adults love to do.

Not suitable for children...

Song Hao called the bartender over and ordered two glasses of whiskey. He also ordered two plates of beef stew, which is a very popular dish in Valentine.

"Aaron, do you know where you should go if you want to inquire about a person or a piece of news?"

Aaron looked at the two glasses of whiskey brought by the bartender and swallowed. The bright yellow liquid inside made his throat feel uncomfortable: "Police station or detective agency."

Song Hao was amused by his answer. He raised his head and drank a whole glass of whiskey. His neck instantly felt hot: "Those guys are all fake stuff, they are of no use."

"And it also requires money. A lot of money can satisfy people's appetites."

"If you want to get news, the best place is a tavern, because you can meet all kinds of people here, and they spread the news like a spider web."

At this point, Song Hao, who was a little drunk, even tapped his temple: "More importantly, alcohol can quietly make people relax their vigilance, so you can easily trick others into telling the truth."

At this second, listening to the noise of drunken people in the tavern and the laughter of men and women, Aaron, who seemed to have made up his mind, suddenly picked up the wine glass and started drinking like Song Hao.

He is trying to adapt to the neurological stimulation brought by alcohol. It is not enjoyment, but just curiosity and a sense of belonging.

Song Hao, who looked surprised, smiled and said: "It tastes pretty good, doesn't it?"

In just a few minutes, Aaron felt dizzy and murmured: "I really don't know why you like to drink this horse urine stuff."

Song Hao patted him on the shoulder: "Because sad people need alcohol to numb them, and alcohol also needs to numb sad people."

Aaron, who began to see double images in his field of vision, hesitated and said: "Boss, what does this sentence mean?"

"This sentence means..."

Song Hao snapped his fingers and his voice became louder: "Bartender, please give me two more drinks!"

Aaron thought to himself: It seems that he is not the only drunk person.

About half an hour later, the noise in the tavern was still there, and two figures staggered out of the back door, almost falling into the mud when they lost their balance.

Aaron, whose cheeks were burning, took a deep breath first, holding an empty wine glass in his hand: "Boss, keep drinking!"
Chapter completed!