My Lord, the princess doesn't want you anymore.

There is an old street in the west of the city, which is the most filthy place in the entire capital, and it is also a place where day and night are reversed.

But this street has a poetic name - Muyin Lane.

If it were during the day, you might only feel that most of the houses here are dilapidated, sparsely populated, and few well-dressed people come and go.

But at night, the bustle here is no less than that of Xuanyuan Street, the most prosperous street in Beijing. In fact, it is more lively.

Here, as night falls every day, countless brothels with bright lights and debauchery, smoky casinos, and bars open all night appear like magic.

On the street, you can see all kinds of people, including high-ranking officials, local hooligans, and wandering gangsters.

There are also the lowest class of people in this city who make a living by working hard and have no fixed residence.

After a tiring day, many people just want a place to live. If they have some spare money, they can go to places with pink lanterns and relax.

Those who are in the know actually know that the highest-end and cheapest consumption places in the entire capital are actually all concentrated in Muyin Lane.

West City Boss Du Zheng wants only one thing - news.

The information he has is definitely more confidential, complete and reliable than the common information in Mei Xueer's father's database.

In the Muyin Alley where good and bad people mix, as long as you are willing, you can find out countless information in one night. Boss Du has countless subordinates, scattered all over the place, and his business is definitely not limited to Dazhen.

There are dedicated people in the gang who classify and organize the information collected from all over the place every day. Then a few confidants analyze the information to find out the intricate relationships among them, and then string together the related information to form complete intelligence and sell it to those in need.

But no matter what he did, Boss Du had a principle: Don't let anyone die in Muyin Lane. Because once someone died, there would be more or less trouble.

Du Zheng is a person who tries not to cause trouble if possible.

However, Boss Du is also known for his ruthlessness, especially towards traitors within the organization.

Although some people in the capital are currently in a state of panic, the bustle here remains unabated.

At this moment, a short middle-aged man was sitting on a large iron chair.

His eyes were small but sharp, revealing a capable gleam. He had a thin face and fair skin, and his hair was combed meticulously even at night.

This person was dressed in a clean and neat royal blue brocade suit and a pair of calfskin boots. He held a satin folding fan in his right hand, which he opened and closed on his left palm from time to time.

Li Mo was the only person who dared to slump in a chair in front of Du Zheng, with his long legs resting on the table in front of him, peeling an orange and eating it while talking.

Du Zheng, who was always dignified, was not angry at all. He looked at him with a smile, as if he had regarded him as the most beautiful man in the world.

"You don't have to look at me like that. I know I'm good-looking. No matter how long you look at me, you can't make yourself prettier." Li Mo threw a piece of orange and raised his head to catch it in his mouth.

"Did I owe you something in my previous life? You are here to collect the debt from me in this life!" Du Zheng shook his head helplessly.

Li Mo jumped up suddenly, his red robe dancing, making him look like a blooming red spider lily.

As the flowers bloomed and fell, Li Mo approached Du Zheng and said, "How many people have I killed for you over the years? How much money have I made for you? How dare you say such things? You are such a heartless person!"

"Don't say 'you' or 'your'. You should say 'we'. I have kept this position of deputy gang leader vacant for you. As I said before, let's do this together."

Li Mo curled his lips, "No, I like to be free. You have too many rules. If I join, I'm afraid I will be executed at least three times a day for violating gang rules."

"Hua Laoer, show the guest out!" Du Zheng's expression changed immediately.

Hua Laoer, who had been standing like a tree stump beside him, did not move.

He had heard this sentence countless times and was tired of it.

"Are you not leaving yet?" Du Zheng glanced at Li Mo.

Li Mo chuckled and said, "There is something I want to ask you for advice."

"Except business, I have nothing to talk to you about. Go away!" Du Zheng said in a bad tone.

"But I just came to discuss business with you."

Du Zheng glanced at him and said, "You've always been the one to cheat me out of money. Did the sun rise from the west today?"

Li Mo pulled out a stack of banknotes from his arms.

Du Zheng immediately changed his expression, "What do you want to learn?"

Li Mo glanced at Hua Laoer standing beside him, and Hua Laoer immediately went out tactfully.

Li Mo leaned over and whispered in Du Zheng's ear, "Seventeen years ago, the Nanyue Kingdom was destroyed by the Zhen Kingdom, and Princess Anping of Nanyue also died. When Princess Anping was alive, she had a jade pendant in her hand, which was a sacred artifact of Nanyue and represented supreme power. Only the king or crown prince of Nanyue could hold it. But after the war, the jade pendant disappeared. I wonder where it is now?"

Seeing Du Zheng staring at him calmly, Li Mo blinked and pushed the banknote over.

Cun Zheng looked at the banknotes on the table, swallowed his saliva, and reluctantly pushed them back. "I can't earn this money even if I want to. As brothers, I'll give it to you for free. The jade pendant is still there, but I don't know who has it."

After saying that, he regretted it and started to get angry with himself, stamping his feet in anger.

As he walked away, he said, "Get out of here now, or I'll regret it. If it were anyone else, they would have to pay for what they said just now."

"Boss Du, don't expand your business too much, or you might get killed by the money!" Li Mo yelled at his back.

Then he somersaulted and ran away.

Du Zheng walked back and looked at Li Mo's back, muttering, "Why does he want news about South Vietnam?"

He remembered that someone had come to buy news about South Vietnam a few years ago. It was a girl dressed as a man.

However, the Tiegu Gang knew very little about South Vietnam’s past at the time, so the deal failed.

The Tiegu Gang doesn’t know everything.

The bell in the corner of the hall suddenly rang.

"Boss, a guest is here." Hua Lao Er walked in.

"You answer it." Du Zheng really left this time.

This is a person whose entire body except for his eyes is covered with cloth.

But judging from his body shape, he should be a man.

"First time here?" Hua Laoer asked casually with his eyes narrowed.

The man did not answer, but directly said, "All the news about Princess Mei Xueer of Prince Jing!"

Hua Laoer smiled slightly and stretched out two fingers.

"Okay!" The man took out a stack of banknotes from his arms, "Two hundred thousand taels, count them."

Hua Laoer liked dealing with such straightforward people. He took the banknote and said, "That's straightforward enough. No need to check. Don't think it's too expensive. You get what you pay for with Tiegu Gang's stuff. Besides, if you buy the same news, we won't sell it to anyone else. Even if someone threatens to kill themselves, we won't tell anyone."

"I know your rules, otherwise I wouldn't be here." The man's voice was a little shrill, and it was obvious that he was deliberately concealing his original voice.

Hua Laoer doesn't care. As long as he is given money, he doesn't care even if he is doing business with the King of Hell, and he won't try to find out the other party's background.

This is called professional ethics.

This is also one of the reasons why the Tiegu Gang has been able to stand for nearly a hundred years.