Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 518 The Holy Crap Dog King!

Tang Bo grabbed his wrist.

The force wasn't great, but it carried an undeniable determination.

His eyes were unusually sincere, even a little stubborn:

"Brother, this meal is on me! If it weren't for your help, I'd be living next to ice in the morgue by now! You have to give me a chance to express my gratitude for saving my life!"

Seeing his determined attitude, Ye Fan knew that further refusal would only create distance, so he laughed heartily and said, "Alright, let's go!"

......

At three in the morning, the bustling streets of Nanjing were completely silent, except for a few stubborn barbecue stalls that still kept their lights on in the deep alleys of the city.

The greasy light bulb cast a dim yellow glow amidst the fumes, while the strong aroma of cumin, chili powder, and charcoal-grilled oil permeated the cool air.

The two found a small outdoor table by the roadside and sat down.

Tang Bo, familiar with the place, called out orders with practiced ease:

"Boss! Ten skewers of lamb kidneys! Twenty each of lamb and beef! Bring on the tendon and cartilage too! And a case of the coldest beer!"

Soon, the iron plate was piled high with glistening, fragrant, and sizzling skewers.

After a few bottles of ice-cold beer, the deep-seated fear was finally completely diluted and diluted by the alcohol.

Tang Bo's words flowed like a floodgate opened, and he could no longer stop them.

His face was slightly flushed, and he let out a loud burp. Leaning forward, he approached Ye Fan with a hint of drunkenness and mystery: "Brother, I'm not just bragging..."

He lowered his voice: "Do you know what the top few people in our line of work are called in the underworld?"

Ye Fan picked up a salted peanut, popped it into his mouth, and chewed it with a crunch. After thinking for a moment, he casually remarked, "Paparazzi?"

Tang Bo was taken aback, then waved his hand dismissively:

"Tsk! That's just something laymen call people! It's for those low-level guys who only know how to camp out at airports and film celebrities' airport fashion shows! Guess what top-tier athletes like me, who can fly, dive into the sea, and crawl into garbage cans, are called?"

Ye Fan, suppressing a laugh, looked at his smug, expectant expression and tentatively asked, "Could it be... the Dog King?"

The king of paparazzi, his logic makes sense.

"Pfft—cough! cough!"

Tang Bo nearly spat out the mouthful of beer he had just gulped down, choking and coughing for a while before finally recovering. His face darkened. "What the hell is this 'Dog King'?! Bro, your naming skills are truly... genius! It sounds like you're cursing someone's ancestors for eighteen generations..."

He wiped his mouth with his greasy sleeve, then abruptly straightened his back, his drunken expression instantly replaced by an almost sacred seriousness, and spoke each word clearly and forcefully:

"Someone at my level, bro, is called—'The Ghost in the Dark, the Uncrowned King of the Intelligence World'!"

Ye Fan internally ranted: Fine, so the core of it is still just the top dog in the world...

But outwardly, he was very polite, raising the beer bottle still dripping with water and laughing loudly, "Good! To the 'uncrowned kings' of our intelligence community, cheers!"

"Clang!" Two cold beer bottles collided heavily.

The icy liquid, with its slightly bitter taste of malt and the tingling sensation of bubbles, slid down my throat, instantly dispelling the last trace of chill.

The friendships formed at a street barbecue stall in the early hours of the morning are often the purest and develop the fastest, especially when they have just gone through a life-or-death experience together.

Ye Fan put down the empty bottle, the playfulness in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a calm seriousness.

He looked at Tang Bo, his voice low but clear: "Brother Tang, let's get serious. How about we move over and I lend you a hand?"

Tang Bo, who was enjoying a skewer of sizzling, oily kidneys, paused upon hearing this, put down the skewer, wiped the grease from his mouth, and asked with a hint of inquiry, "Brother, are you also planning to start an entertainment magazine company? Want to dig up some juicy scoops on top celebrities to make a splash?"

Ye Fan slowly shook his head, his fingers unconsciously stroking the cold beer bottle, his gaze fixed on the deep night in the distance: "I don't do that. But I need intelligence, I need eyes that can pierce through countless fogs and see the truth."

Without a word, Tang Bo tilted his head back and downed the rest of the beer in one gulp, slamming the empty bottle down on the greasy table with a "thud," and roared with heroic spirit:

"What's the point of saying anything! You saved my life, brother, and now it's yours! Just say the word, and I'll give you my trump card! Tell me! Whose ancestors do you want to investigate? Which family's secrets do you want to uncover?"

Ye Fan chuckled and waved his hand, signaling him to calm down. He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice, yet it carried an undeniable authority:

"It's not that exaggerated. I have several businesses under my name, and the scope will only continue to expand. Technological research and development, business competition... there will be no shortage of open and covert battles."

His gaze sharpened: "I need you to keep an eye on things and make sure that only our own people come into my backyard. Also, I need to know what those scoundrels and demons outside who have designs on me or my things look like and what they want before they even make a move."

"Hey! Is that all?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Bo thumped his chest loudly, making the skewer on the table jump: "Leave it to me! See you at the company tomorrow morning! Report on time!"

"Okay, my company address is..." Ye Fan was about to give the address when Tang Bo interrupted him with a mysterious gesture.

"Hey, hold on, boss!"

Tang Bo chuckled, his eyes no longer showing any trace of drunkenness, but gleaming with the shrewdness of a professional hunter: "If you can't even figure out where your own boss's territory is, how can I, Tang Bo, have the face to report to your place tomorrow? I might as well just buy a ticket and go back to my hometown to grow sweet potatoes!"

He looked completely confident: "Just brew some good tea, and I'll be there first thing tomorrow morning!"

Ye Fan was slightly taken aback, then a surge of indescribable joy and satisfaction welled up in his heart.

This guy... gets into character faster than a rocket!

They haven't even had a chance to warm up their job offer yet, and they're already flexing their muscles?

Great! He's exactly the person I'm looking for!

His smile widened as he raised the newly opened bottle of wine: "Alright! You've got character! Let's go for this one, one more!"

......

More than half an hour later.

A case of beer was completely empty. The empty bottles were piled crookedly on the corner of the table.

Tang Bo swayed as he stood up, his steps unsteady, but his eyes revealed a clarity and solemnity completely different from his drunken state.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Ye Fan, his tone carrying the self-assurance of a newly promoted subordinate: "Boss, that's enough for today. It's my first day at work, and as a new employee, I can't afford to give you any reason to be late!"

Ye Fan smiled knowingly.

If this "dark ghost" wants to accurately find his way to my company's gate before dawn, he'll probably have to activate his entire intelligence network throughout Nanjing tonight and go on a frantic "building sweep."