An hour later, Zhang Chaoyang went out. He wore a hat and big sunglasses, almost covering half of his face. When he went downstairs, a young man with a fair face came up towards him. He subconsciously lowered his head - the man glanced at him strangely.

So he thought about it, and after taking a few steps, he took off his sunglasses.

Wearing this thing in winter... is indeed a bit eye-catching.

Then instead of driving, he walked past two streets and deliberately turned around the alley several times to get rid of the stalkers who might exist.

After changing buses twice and getting on a taxi once, he came to a small restaurant on the street.

The restaurant business was not booming, and the small store was hidden in a corner of the street. There were a few trays of buns steamed at the door, and the proprietress surrounded her yellow apron and asked him enthusiastically: "What do you want to eat?"

Zhang Chaoyang waved his hand and continued to walk inside. In fact, there was only one aisle in the restaurant, with simple white dining tables on both sides, and you could see it at a glance. So he saw a young man next to the innermost table, dealing with the two drawers of small buns in front of him.

He frowned slightly. The other party was wearing a gray tweed coat and a black woolen hat, and a few strands of dyed yellow hair were exposed from under the hat. The white sneakers on his feet could no longer see their original color, and he looked decadent and listless.

Such a person...

He thought about it, but walked over, pulled a chair next to him and sat down.

The young man who was eating looked up at him and said vaguely, "Wait a minute, I haven't eaten for a day."

So Zhang Chaoyang saw him continue to eat voraciously, regretting in his heart whether he shouldn't have come this time... wasting time on him.

It's around 8 o'clock in the evening and the restaurant is about to close.

Just after the young man in front of him swallowed the last bun, another person came in from the door. He shouted happily when he entered the door: "Boss, come two trays of buns, you should be like the same as before."

The boss lady was stunned for a moment, then as if she had recognized the person, she smiled and said, "Okay, come right away."

Zhang Chaoyang stared at the young man. He finally walked to the back of a table slightly beside the door and sat down, with two tables separated from the two. So he breathed a sigh of relief... At such a distance, he couldn't hear them talking.

The young man in front of him drank another sip of water and then raised his head: "Tell me, what the hell is it?"

Zhang Chaoyang hesitated for a moment, but the young man smiled and said, "You don't want to tell me that you are looking for a golden retriever, right? That's it. I don't take such a green job, it's boring. Actually, you are looking for someone?"

Zhang Chaoyang looked at him seriously, thought for a while, and whispered: "Even if I want to find someone, how do I know if you really know that... Seraph?"

The young man laughed, and then he looked at the other person with his back to them, then looked at the boss lady, pulled the stool forward, and placed his right hand in front of his chest: "Look."

The next moment... a misty white light emanated from the hand, reflecting the whole palm turning into a slightly transparent red.

Then he grabbed his palm and the white light dissipated.

"Have you watched the video?" He straightened his body and smiled brightly, "I am Seraph."

Of course, Zhang Chaoyang had watched that video. Because the Secret Service once organized an internal meeting to analyze and study the image. There was indeed a white light rising on the Seraph of that day. At that time, it was thought that it was sweat that evaporated violently... But now it seems that it is actually that layer of white light?

However... it was so coincidental - he happened to see the news and found himself?

Zhao Chaoyang pondered for a moment and said, "By this alone, you tell me that you are a Seraph... or it's not convincing."

The other party seemed to have expected that he would say this, so he placed his right hand on the table in front of the two of them and blocked it sideways. Then, he clenched his fist - a layer of fine translucent scales shining with phosphorescence covered the entire palm... as if wearing a plastic armor glove.

The white light shone out from under the scales again - Zhang Chaoyang was slightly stunned, without any doubt: "You are really..."

The young man smiled: "Of course. You won't let me spread my wings here again, right?"

Zhang Chaoyang forced a smile and then said seriously: "Since it's you, I'll just say it. My daughter was kidnapped and the other party asked me for ransom. I originally wanted to find someone to find out where my daughter was... But if you say it, I hope to solve this problem once and for all."

He paused and found that the other person's face was still calm, so he felt more and more that he might have found the right person.

"I've seen your speed and strength." He continued, "there won't be too many people, about five to six people. Those who should be incapable of power. Even if there are... they should be considered as..."

The young man smiled and nodded: "Well, no problem."

The reason for making such a judgment was because of the last incident. Americans chose to hire "Filengcui" instead of taking action on their own. This shows that their relevant personnel have been strictly restricted from entering and leaving the country by China, so that such things need to be done under the pretext of others.

As for this kidnapping, Kesan... it means that he lacks confidence. Otherwise, with SAA's usual unrestrained style, they could allow Chinese-American abilities to secretly break into the northern base, and even if they fail, they can still be completely ruling.

However, they eventually adopted this method - indicating that their strength in China, especially in the north, is quite weak.

The young man's confident expression gave Zhang Chaoyang a lot of confidence. Although doing this is not perfect... However, at the moment, it is the best way he can think of.

It’s not that I’m reluctant to try my best to use that piece of information to get my daughter out of danger for the rest of my life, but that I’m really powerless. At the northern base, I only have one level of authority... Where can I find the message of “Adam” for them?

The Americans still haven't fully understood the system of the Secret Service.

Fifteen minutes later, the two left the small restaurant.

Ten minutes later, the young man in an alley received a call. He talked to Zhang Chaoyang on the other end in a solemn tone, but a strange smile appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!