Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

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"Who are you inquiring about?"

The Fries Novel's Hou, still somewhat groggy.

"I'm looking for an author on your website, the one who wrote 'Arms Tycoon,'" Leo said directly from outside the iron gate.

"The author of 'Arms Tycoon'?"

Inside, Hou was taken aback, "Wait a moment, I'll ask Brother Hao."

Leo waited outside the door.

At this moment, his heart was filled with anticipation.

The 'Arms Tycoon,' especially the 'Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher' described in it, held a fatal attraction for him!

He couldn't resist it!

If he hadn't read that novel, had someone told him there were details about the 'Remote Box-type Rocket Launcher' in 'Arms Tycoon,' he would have scoffed at them.

He might have said, "Are you kidding me? Do I look like a little cutie to you?"

But he had read the novel.

In his eyes, it was not just a tale, but an 'Encyclopedia of Military Hardware'!

So, wouldn't the author, Mr. Lin, be a military expert?

He was hell-bent on finding Lin Chuan precisely for that reason.

At the headquarters.

The founder of Fries Novel, Brother Hao, was also there.

Hou came to wake him: "Brother Hao, there's a group of people outside looking for Mr. Lin."

"Looking for whom?"

Brother Hao was lying in the small office, roused by Hou's voice, still a bit muddled.

These past few days.

Brother Hao had been busy promoting Fries Novel by leveraging 'Arms Tycoon,' contacting people everywhere for advertising, really working himself ragged.

Of course, he had made quite a lot of money.

"They're looking for Mr. Lin!" Hou repeated.

"Mr. Lin? What do they want with him?"

Mr. Lin was his cash cow, and upon hearing this, Brother Hao's sleepiness vanished almost entirely as he came to his senses.

"I don't know!"

Hou shook his head, continuing, "Those people carry a special air about them, I feel they're somewhat like military personnel."

"You're not still half asleep, are you?"

Brother Hao got up and walked out of the small office, "What would military people want with Mr. Lin?"

"I don't know; it's just a guess."

Hou looked resentful.

"Don't scare yourself, even if they are from the military looking for Mr. Lin, it's none of our business. We are just novel distributors, earning some money, what's wrong with that?"

Brother Hao patted Hou on the shoulder, reassuring him with an air of someone who had seen the world.

"Sailing Novel's cease and desist letters are almost filling up our inbox," Hou complained with a grimace.

"Well, let's not worry about that for now."

Brother Hao headed out, "Whoever comes, just send them away."

The two passed through the work area, went down a small corridor, and came to the iron gate, where Brother Hao peered through the door's peephole to check outside.

Outside.

A man in a dark suit, burly, filling out his jacket, stood in front of the door, blocking part of the view. A scar on his face was somewhat startling.

Behind him, several stern-looking men could be seen.

Two of them seemed like bodyguards, their vigilant eyes scanning around, potentially watching for any unexpected situations.

Sss!

Brother Hao secretly took a breath, feeling somewhat panicked.

This group of people, either gangs or military, what do they want with Mr. Lin, and it shouldn't involve me, right?

In an instant.

A multitude of thoughts flew through his mind.

"Are you Brother Hao?"

Outside, Leo listened for movement inside, but when no one spoke, he asked.

"May I ask, what do you want with Mr. Lin?" The presence of the men outside put pressure on Brother Hao, making him much more polite.

"It's not convenient to say, but could you provide me with his contact information?" Leo, unsure of the relationship between Brother Hao and Mr. Lin, decided to be cautious and polite.

If the person inside happened to be Mr. Lin's close friend.

Barging in guns blazing would most likely make any cooperation impossible.

"Contact information?"

Brother Hao was startled, taking a deep breath.

"Yes!" Leo nodded.

"Are you here to settle scores with Mr. Lin, or..."

For safety's sake, Brother Hao asked.

Leo smiled, posing as if visiting an expert, "We mean no harm, you can rest assured and give me his contact information."

Inside.

Brother Hao had his doubts.

You have no ill intentions, so you are one of Mr. Lin's people?

But I'm just a pirate, where would I find the author's contact information?

He thought for a moment and found an excellent excuse:

"I'm sorry, but our website maintains the privacy of our authors and will not disclose their information to individuals arbitrarily, so if you wish to contact Mr. Lin, you can give me your contact details. I will pass them to him, and whether he chooses to contact you is up to his own discretion."

His words were very official.

Upon hearing this, Leo frowned, wondering if the show of force had intimidated the person inside.

Nonetheless, for the sake of cooperation, he gave his contact information.

Brother Hao told him to go back and wait.

Leo and his men turned and walked downstairs.

"Leo, don't you think it's a bit odd?" The moment they descended one flight of stairs, an advisor by his side spoke, frowning.

"What's odd about it?"

Leo was still pondering when Mr. Lin would contact him.

The advisor, observing their surroundings, said strangely, "Logically, as a military hardware expert, Mr. Lin would only write novels as a hobby, and if he wished to publish, he'd want to do so on major websites to reach a broader audience with his story."

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