It was another sunny morning. Aunt Trish from the Quanquan Hot Dog Shop opened the store early. She knew that many people like to buy a hot dog from her as breakfast, so she would open the store on time no matter it was windy or rainy, and today was no exception.

"40 hot dogs, meaty, cheese, and some more sauce." A hoarse voice came from the window.

Such a big order came so early, Aunt Trish looked at the window curiously while placing an order from behind.

This is a man in a hoodie, with a wide hat covering his head, covering most of his face. The man kept looking around, looking extremely alert.

Aunt Tricy couldn't help but frown, and then returned to normal, "$450, thank you."

"This is 500, the rest is used as a tip." The man handed the money without raising his head. When Aunt Trish took the money, she found a pentagram tattoo on his tiger's mouth.

After a while, Aunt Trish handed the man two big bags of hot dogs, "Thank you for your patronage, come back next time after eating well."

The man took the bag, said nothing, and walked towards the corner of the street without looking back.

"Doug, is that direction the direction Chuck and the others are working today?" The aunt poked her head out and watched the man turn a corner.

"Yes, that man has a problem? I've seen something wrong with him long ago. Do I need me to follow him?" Doug was eager to try.

"Be honest, Lord Jiji said that there is no peace recently, so let's not act rashly. Look at the store and I'll make a call." The aunt stopped Doug's impulsiveness, and then turned to the store and picked up the phone.

On a small street, a construction team was working hard, a man holding an electric drill in his hand and was seriously slapped on the ground, sweat was flowing like a stream on his strong body. In the cafe across the street, two girls in the dress were looking at his body with blurred eyes while whispering, and smiled like silver bells from time to time.

Amid the deafening sound of drilling, another worker came over with a cell phone and shouted in his ear: "Chuck, your phone is Aunt Tracy, it seems that there is something urgent."

"Okay, then you can help me hold the electric drill, I'll come back soon." The big man also replied loudly, and released the switch of the electric drill and handed it to his companion.

The big man walked to the side, wiped his face with a towel, picked up the phone, and said loudly, "Hey, I'm Chuck."

Aunt Tracy's voice came from the receiver, "Damn Chuck, please lower your voice. Listen, a stranger went to you, wearing jeans, a hoodie, and holding two large bags of 40-person hot dogs in his hand. Have you seen it?"

Chuck didn't look up or speak, but just quietly raised his eyes and observed the entire street. Soon, the guy Aunt Trish was talking about came quickly from a distance.

Chuck turned around, and whispered to the phone with his back to the man, "Yes, aunt, I saw him."

"Okay, Chuck, find a way to keep an eye on him, see where he went, and then say to the brothers, there must be a problem with a foreigner buying so much takeaway."

"Yes, I get it, aunt, don't worry, leave it to me." After that, Chuck hung up the phone and turned to his companion and shouted, "Dave, I'll buy a cup of coffee, do you?"

"Okay, give me a drink too."

Chuck nodded, turned around and walked towards the cafe opposite.

He calculated his pace and prepared to meet the foreigner for a while. Unfortunately, the man remained vigilant enough and saw Chuck walking in his direction early, slowing down his pace, and staring at him vigilantly.

Hum, there was indeed something wrong, and he was still vigilant against an unarmed person. Chuck snorted coldly in his heart, while passing by the man without stopping. His eyes did not look at him at all, but stared at the cafe window.

The man carrying the takeaway looked at Chuck with some confusion and stance at the cafe door for a long time. When he extended his gaze and saw the two women sitting by the window, he suddenly realized it. He couldn't help but curse and continued to walk over.

Seeing the man turning into an alley in front, Chuck followed him. When he arrived at the alley, he slowly exposed one eye and looked inside, and then he suddenly poked his head out. How could it be, what about the person?

This is a dead end, but the man just now disappeared. Chuck frowned and looked at the sides of the alley. There were no back doors here, and the iron racks and stairs on both sides were also high on the second floor. Where did that guy go? Could he fly or escape? By the way, escape. Chuck immediately noticed the sewer manhole cover on the ground at the end of the alley.

He quickly walked to the manhole cover and saw some traces of something dragging by it on the ground at the edge of the manhole cover. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart, "You really know how to find the sewer, but you actually found such a good place in front of me, a technician who built the sewer. Good luck."

After confirming the last entrance, Chuck turned around and walked towards the street, and also picked up the phone, "Hey, Sid, I'm Chuck, I found a suspicious foreigner, yes, the one that Aunt Tracy found. He got in from the sewer in the 23rd block. Yes, the closest place to this place that can hide 20 to 40 people is the sewer under the nearby street park. Yes, that's that. OK, kick them hard in the butt and wait for your good news."

After hanging up the phone, Chuck returned to his job, "Chuck, where is my coffee?"

"Uh...wait, I forgot to buy it just now, and I'll go right away."

"Damn, I knew you were just buying coffee and picking up girls again, right?"

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After passing through the well-connected sewer, the man in a hoodie came to a sewer hub. In the dim sewer, countless red lights lit up. He didn't even look at it, and put the two bags of hot dogs on a simple table and greeted: "Come and have a meal, I bought you hot dogs."

The red dots came out of the darkness and revealed their true appearance under a dim light bulb above the table. This was a group of rat people, the red dots were their eyes, and the gray-black fur was as disgusting as their relatives in nature.

Each rat man grabbed a hot dog and ate it. His snow-white and sharp teeth looked quite dangerous. I believe it would be no problem to cut off the human neck.

"Oh, this hot dog tastes so good. I really can't bear to poison this cook to death." One of the rat men sighed.

"Stop talking nonsense, remember our tasks, take a break after eating, and start tonight. Remember the water source you are responsible for, and all the toxins must be put in." The big man who bought food reminded them seriously.
Chapter completed!