Aisite lived in a four-story building near the castle.

It should have been newly built or renovated in the last twenty years. Unlike the heavy and serious houses around it, it was brightly colored, unrestrained in style, and luxurious and grand.

"Still a little short, not perfect." Shang Jianyao commented with a "tsk".

Ge Nawa, sitting next to him, asked very honestly:

"Short of what?"

Shang Jianyao pressed the car window, stretched out his arm, and pointed to the building, "Isn't it in the old world entertainment data? Such buildings should be matched with a beautiful garden, preferably full of roses."

The building had neither a garden nor a lawn, only a concrete square in front of it, used for parking and to distance pedestrians on the street from throwing bombs into the building.

"The weather here isn't very suitable for gardens and lawns either," Ge Nawa explained seriously.

Shang Jianyao raised his hand:

"Build a greenhouse garden, cold-resistant lawn, if you have money, you have to prove yourself!"

Ge Nawa was speechless for a moment.

At this time, Sandro parked the car and came to the "Old Tune Group's" jeep, saying to Shang Jianyao and others:

"Are you coming in with me now?"

"Don't we need to apply in advance?" Jiang Baimian asked a little surprised.

Even if Sandro is now Shang Jianyao's good brother, as Aisite's security director, he shouldn't violate professional ethics and bring people in without the employer's permission.

He can help with the introduction and persuade Aisite, which is already worthy of the title of "good brother".

Sandro saw that the "Old Tune Group" was very well-behaved, showed a slight smile, and nodded:

"I will take you to the reception room on the first floor, and then ask the boss for instructions."

This was within his authority and not considered inappropriate.

He then added:

"But robots can't follow, and you can't carry military exoskeletons and bionic intelligent armor. Try not to bring assault rifles and submachine guns that are too conspicuous."

You probably don't know that your good brother is much more dangerous than a robot... Jiang Baimian muttered in her heart.

The next second, she saw Shang Jianyao open his mouth.

She suspected that this guy wanted to ask "Can I bring a nuclear bomb?", so she responded to Sandro first:

"No problem."

She then pushed the door open and got out of the car, saying to Ge Nawa, Bai Chen, and Long Yuehong:

"Lao Ge, Bai, Hong, you stay here and watch the supplies in the trunk."

She used Red River language, but it didn't affect addressing Bai Chen and Long Yuehong.

Their Red River names are White and Red respectively.

Seeing that Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao had even removed the grenades and other things from their belts, Sandro nodded in satisfaction first, and then kindly reminded:

"Actually, you can carry a handgun for self-defense.

"Of course, you can completely trust me and don't need to worry about anything."

"I plan to bring this." Shang Jianyao pointed to the only remaining black flashlight on his belt.

"What's the use of this?" Sandro asked, slightly puzzled.

Shang Jianyao picked up the flashlight and introduced with a smile:

"It looks like a flashlight, but in fact..."

Just when Long Yuehong thought this guy was going to make up "actually it's a laser transmitter", Shang Jianyao turned on the flashlight with a "pa" sound, and let the yellowish beam of light shine to the side:

"Actually, it is indeed a flashlight."

This almost flashed Long Yuehong's brain.

"But it's very sturdy and relatively heavy, so it can be used as an iron hammer." Shang Jianyao waved the flashlight a few times, looking like he was holding a hammer or mace.

Jiang Baimian resisted the urge to cover her face and said to Sandro:

"We definitely trust you and don't need to bring any weapons."

What she didn't say was that her and Shang Jianyao's strongest and most powerful weapons were themselves.

She has Awakened abilities and electric eel-type prosthetic limbs, and Shang Jianyao is an Awakened who has explored the depths of the "Mind Corridor".

Sandro said with some relief:

"Then let's go in."

With him leading the way, the fully armed guards along the way did not stop them at all, and let them into the four-story building.

The furniture and decorations here match the style of the house, mainly luxurious and bright.

While Jiang Baimian was casually looking around, Sandro led them to a reception room with a fireplace.

"Do you rely on burning coal for heating in winter?" Shang Jianyao was very interested in this matter.

Burning coal is strictly prohibited in the living area of the Pangu Biology underground building, and ordinary residents cannot exchange for coal either.

"No, this is decoration." Sandro shook his head, "There is relatively little anthracite produced near Gersteburg."

He didn't go on to introduce what they relied on for heating, after all, he wasn't selling the house.

He pointed to the ceiling and said:

"Please wait a moment, I'll go up and report to the boss."

"No problem," Jiang Baimian responded with a smile.

Sandro left the reception room and went upstairs.

On the third floor, the hidden surveillance increased.

As Aisite's security director, he was very familiar with this and ignored it as he climbed the stairs to the fourth floor.

After passing through two guard points and asking which room the boss was in, Sandro came to a heavy dark red wooden door and knocked three times with his finger.

"Come in." The voice inside was slightly tired and a little old.

Sandro twisted the handle and entered the room.

This was a rather spacious sunroom, with a recliner placed by the window, and a stack of books, a small cake, and a cup of black tea on the tea table next to it.

The sky in Gersteburg is often gray, and sunlight has to be filtered layer by layer to reach the ground, and everyone is very eager for the sun to come out.

At this time, an old man in his fifties was sitting on the recliner.

His golden hair had faded a lot, there were a few spots on his straight nose, the corners of his azure eyes were surrounded by crow's feet that couldn't be concealed, and the skin on his cheeks, which didn't have much meat, had obviously become loose.

This was not the Icefield, and the weather today was not bad, and the temperature was not low. The stable, fifty-something old man was only wearing a light blue shirt with a dark red sweater on his upper body, and gray pants on his lower body.

He closed the book in his hand, took off his reading glasses, and looked at Sandro, saying:

"You brought guests?

"The goods have been delivered to the warehouse?"

"Delivered, no accidents happened on the way. I suspect the attackers were frightened by a relic hunter team we hired and chose to give up." Sandro reported the main thing first.

The latter sentence was half his guess and half his fabrication to rationalize his introduction of the "Old Tune Group".

He was just Shang Jianyao's good brother, not an idiot, so of course he had to find a way to perfunctorily the boss so that he wouldn't think he was being selfish and generous with other people's money.

Aisite nodded:

"That relic hunter team is the guest you brought?"

"Yes." Sandro remembered his good brother's instructions and didn't go into detail about how strong the guests' firepower was.

Aisite was silent for a while, as if thinking about something else.

Just when Sandro was a little uneasy, Aisite looked at him again and said in a low voice:

"Sandro, your performance today is not like you used to be.

"I'm not saying that what you did was wrong, but you wouldn't have taken the initiative to bring guests here directly, you would have arranged them and then reported to me, and only after I determined that I wanted to meet and the time of the meeting would you bring them."

The more Sandro listened, the more frightened he became. By the end, cold sweat even broke out on his forehead.

He woke up suddenly and blurted out:

"I was affected by the Awakened's ability!"

Aisite nodded lightly:

"As expected.

"Tell me about the situation at the time in its entirety, without any omissions."

After speaking, Aisite closed his eyes and leaned back against the back of the chair.

He put on a posture of listening patiently and thinking carefully.

Sandro recalled and talked about his experience, focusing on the interaction with Shang Jianyao.

After he finished speaking, Aisite didn't move for a long time.

The director of the Mining Federation opened his eyes and pondered for a moment:

"Bring them up.

"I want to see what they intend to do."

"In this way, your safety will not be guaranteed." Sandro entered the role of security director.

Aisite was silent for two seconds and smiled:

"Don't worry, I won't do anything I'm not sure about."

Sandro could only obey orders.

He went down to the first floor and led Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao to the top floor.

On the way, Shang Jianyao tried to talk to him, but he treated him coldly.

So Jiang Baimian knew that he should have lost a brother.

After entering the sunroom and seeing Aisite, before Shang Jianyao could speak, Aisite said to him:

"Don't talk."

Aisite then looked at Jiang Baimian:

"You speak."

Similar scenes were familiar, Jiang Baimian was used to it, and said directly:

"Mr. Aisite, we want to ask you about something."

Aisite smiled dumbly:

"Why do you think I will answer your questions?

"Can you offer a reward that I can't refuse?"

"How do you know it won't work if you don't try?" Jiang Baimian had long been prepared with corresponding rhetoric, "How about this, Mr. Aisite, you listen to what we want to ask first, and then offer a price that you think is appropriate."

Shang Jianyao yelped and wanted to propose his own conditions, but no one agreed to let him speak.

Aisite was silent for a while and said:

"What do you want to ask?"

"Have you seen this person?" Jiang Baimian reached into Shang Jianyao's pocket and took out the prepared photo.

Sandro took it and sent it to Aisite.

Aisite took a look and said:

"I was asked this question not long ago.

"I do know him."

"What we want to know is, what did they ask, and what answers did they get?" Jiang Baimian finished in one breath, "Okay, you can name your price."

She subtly used rhetoric, deliberately not mentioning the possibility of rejection, and directly focused on what kind of price to offer.

Aisite was silent again, so silent that Jiang Baimian suspected that Shang Jianyao was about to lose his patience, planning to violently attack, and let the other party know what it meant to not appreciate a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit.

Finally, Aisite opened his mouth with a smile:

"I don't lack money, but I have some regrets that need someone to help me solve."