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Amanda immediately frowned, sensing something amiss, and after a moment's thought, she spoke.

"Her head?"

"I use a special method to keep my brain active, just like any other person."

Amanda added, "What level of resurrection do you want?"

"To have the memories of being alive" "To know who you are, what you have done, and who you were"

Amanda sighed: "Mr. Shaw, you've created a huge problem."

Xu Fu shrugged: "And the reward is very generous."

Amanda asked curiously, "What is it?"

"I'll help you solve your biggest headache right now."

Amanda immediately realized what Xu Fu was referring to.

"Drying oven?"

"Alright, cut off this head and I'll cut off the other one, consider it a greeting gift."

Amanda asked curiously, "Do you know the murderer who killed Sushka?"

Xu Fu grinned: "Seaside City is my territory. How could I not know he was causing trouble on my turf? But this guy's abilities are terrifying. It will take some effort to deal with him."

Amanda couldn't control herself.

Can you tell me who the murderer is?

Xu Fu smiled without saying a word, and Amanda had nothing to say either.

"Besides resurrection, what else do you want?"

Xu Fu shook his head: "I am a staunch supporter of the treaty. I will join the Sky Eye organization. As long as you return to normal, I will send in follow-up personnel."

"it is good!"

Amanda took a long breath, extended her right hand, and then...

We will get back to you as soon as possible.

"I've been looking forward to this moment."

The two shook hands firmly, and Amanda left with her men.

Watching the three figures disappear into the distance, Carol couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"what are you saying?"

She invited me to join the organization.

"Organization? What organization?"

Carroll grew increasingly curious: it was highly doubtful whether the FBI would invite Xu Fu, a gangster.

"I can't tell you now, let's talk about it later."

Carol snorted, took out her phone, and shoved it into his hand.

"Your relatives called and they want you to be at a Chinese restaurant by noon. If you don't go, your grandfather will come and break your legs."

Xu Fu's heart skipped a beat, but he remained expressionless, his face displaying a certain...

"Do you want to come with us?"

Carol grinned: "So what am I supposed to do now, be a third wheel and watch you go on blind dates?"

"..."

Carol stuck out her finger and poked Xu Fu's chest a few times.

"Listen to me carefully. If you dare to get engaged to that woman named Gu Yuran, I will summon a meteorite to smash your engagement into a mass grave. I mean what I say."

Having said that, he turned and left, his steps light and powerful, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Angie gave Xu Fu a strange look, then quickly followed him.

...

After making the call at 8:50 a.m., the old man made two more calls, his tone even sterner than before. It's unclear what kind of ecstasy the old man, surnamed Qiu, was experiencing that prompted Xiao Changling, who always doted on his grandson, to give him such a stern order.

Now there's no way not to go.

At noon, a black BMW stopped in front of the Chinese restaurant. Xu Fu opened the car door and got out, while Anji acted as his "eyes and ears," hurriedly following behind.

The restaurant manager was standing at the door. Upon seeing the visitors, he hurried over and said...

"I thought you were going to release someone else again."

Xu Fu said helplessly, "I also want to let him go, but the old man is pressuring me too much, it's impossible."

"Is anyone coming in?"

He's already here, on the first floor.

Xu Fu nodded and walked into the restaurant. The manager followed behind him and asked...

"Young Master, what shall we have for lunch?"

They're all the same.

"Okay, I'll go prepare now."

Xu Fu was a regular customer at the Chinese restaurant. As soon as he entered, someone immediately came up to greet him, especially several familiar waitresses, each with a flirtatious look in their eyes, seemingly eager to press their bodies against him.

Xu Fu coughed, pointed to the second floor, and the girls left muttering curses.

The manager quickly reprimanded them, telling them to work properly and not waste the guests' time. Then he personally escorted Xu Fu to the VIP lounge. Angie wanted to go too, but the manager pulled her aside and tugged at her.

Xu Fu turned around. "Go eat, I'll be right out."

Angie had no choice but to follow the manager's instructions and go to the first floor.

Xu Fu looked around and saw the unfamiliar faces on the first floor. He shook his head helplessly, pushed open the door to the VIP lounge, and went inside.

Under the bright lights, a white figure first came into view, followed by long, beautiful, black hair reaching her shoulders. Although her appearance did not conform to the beauty standards of Europeans and Americans, she was absolutely a fairy in the East. Her features were delicate and exquisite, her skin was fair and smooth, her eyes were pure as water, and her posture was like a lotus flower emerging from the mud, possessing an extraordinary beauty that transcended the mundane.

Xu Fu didn't speak English, but he spoke it very fluently.

"Ms. Gu, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Qiu Linan nodded slightly.

"Hello"

Xu Fu pulled up a chair, sat down opposite her, and said with a smile.

"I thought that breaking our appointment last time already explained a lot, but unfortunately, Ms. Gu is even more greedy than I imagined. She actually used the old man's connections to get me to sit down and talk to you face to face."

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Gu Yuran appeared delicate, and so did her temperament: faced with Xu Fu's persistent questioning, she quickly lowered her head, "I don't know..."

"Little..., you've misunderstood."

Xu Fu picked up the kettle, poured the flower tea into a cup, took a sip, and said.

"Ms. Gu, we are all smart people, why pretend to be embarrassed?"

Qiu Linan hesitated for a moment: "You've misunderstood. I really didn't lie to you. Grandpa Xiao sent me. I..."

Xu Fu took out a photo and threw it on the table. The photo showed a man and a woman. The woman was Qu Youran, and the man was a middle-aged man from China in his forties. The middle-aged man was about 45 years old, with short hair, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and had a gentle face and refined temperament.

“Ms. Gu should recognize this person in the photo. If you don’t, that’s alright. Let me introduce him: Wang Zhizhi, whose real name is Wang Congxin, is from Guangdong Province, China. He is 46 years old and works in finance. As for your relationship…” He paused, then smiled. “Do I need to say more?”

A hint of panic flashed in Gu Yuran's eyes, and she hurriedly explained, "Xiao, you've misunderstood. Xu Fu and I aren't what you think. We are..."

Xu Fu shook his finger and said helplessly, "It's gotten to the point where we need to hide. I've thoroughly investigated your identity and background, not just yours, but also those four guests on the first floor."

Xu Fu snapped his fingers, and the manager squeezed in and whispered...

"Everything is under control."

After saying that, he glanced at Gu Yuran, turned around and left the room.

Xu Fu laughed: "Ms. Gu, your four comrades have been captured by my men. What do you think I should do with them: throw them into the sea to feed the fish? Or bury them in the flowerbed to use as fertilizer?"

Gu Yuran narrowed her eyes, a hint of coldness flashing in her gaze, but she ultimately held back.

"How about this, I'll make an exception and entrust their future to you."

Xu Fu picked up the spoon and tapped it.

"After ten blows, if you don't step in to save the situation, these four guys will disappear from the face of the earth."

1...2...3...5...7...

The sound of the spoon hitting the table was unusually deafening, like muffled thunder. Faced with the aggressive Xu Fu, Gu Yuran felt confused for the first time. She couldn't help but push back her chair and run out of the room.

It was quiet and a bit eerie outside. The hall was obviously in the lunch rush, and apart from four unconscious drunkards lying on the far right table, it was empty.

The manager, the chef, and two waitresses stood at the table: the manager wore white gloves, the waitresses had automatic rifles hanging from their waists, and the chef held a large cleaver that had just been used to chop up pigsties, the back of which was covered in blood and feces.

The four men stood like statues, their eyes filled with murderous intent and radiating a tragic anger. At this moment, they were no longer the manager, the chef, and the waiter, but ruthless executioners.