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Carrenso, who nearly clashed with Edward due to Balsazar's instigation,

They did not choose to stay at the midnight bar.

Instead, he turned his head and gave Balsazar a deep look.

He then walked away from the bar alone.

Seeing that the conflict had not occurred, Balsaza stormed off from the midnight bar.

Seeing this, Balsazar was not angry.

He continued chatting with the half-demons with a smile, as if nothing had just happened.

Edward did not choose to go find Jason after leaving the bar.

That guy had already been taken away by the girl, so he had no interest in whether he lived or died.

With that in mind, Edward hailed a taxi alone and decided to return home.

Later in the car, Edward briefly summarized what he had seen and heard at the midnight bar that day.

I edited it into a short message and sent it directly to Li Yuan.

In the message, Edward also informed Li Yuan,

Midnight Daddy invited him to meet at the Midnight Bar.

Just as Li Yuan was about to go to sleep, his phone rang with a "ding".

He turned on his phone and received a text message from Edward.

After carefully reading the information provided by Edward, Li Yuan combined it with his own understanding of Midnight Daddy.

It's highly likely that the reason the other party came looking for him was because he killed a half-demon.

However, Li Yuan didn't care too much.

With his current strength, Midnight Father, a legendary voodoo sorcerer, is no match for him at all.

Li Yuan sent Edward an "OK" message, then closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

He planned to deal with this matter when he got back.

The next morning.

Amidst the rising and falling snores of Malakan and Jonathan,

Li Yuan was woken up by the noise.

Last night, Li Yuan and his group of five were assigned two rooms.

Seeing this, Li Yuan had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

He spent the night in a cramped room with Malakan and Jonathan.

Fortunately, there were three beds in the room, otherwise I would have been in a dilemma.

He gave the two snoring guys a helpless look.

I got up, washed up, and then walked out of the guest room to see if the driver had arrived.

But just as Li Yuan stepped out of the room,

Suddenly, they spotted a burly man wearing a black headscarf and with a furtive look in his eyes.

At this moment, he was standing at the top of the stairs, cautiously peering towards Li Yuan.

Li Yuan noticed that the other person's attire suggested they were a local.

So he tried speaking in Arabic and asked:

"Hello, sir, are you the tour guide sent by the hotel owner?"

The man in the headscarf nodded immediately and spoke in fluent English, which surprised Li Yuan:

"Yes, sir, my name is Ali, and I am the guide and driver for this desert trip."

After everyone finishes their meal, you can come find me outside.

My car was parked right in front of the hotel; it was a white Toyota Land Cruiser.

"Okay, please wait a moment. We'll leave after we've had breakfast."

Li Yuan nodded politely to the man in the headscarf.

Back in the room, Li Yuan woke up Evelyn and the others.

The group had a simple breakfast at the hotel.

He then got into Ali's Toyota Land Cruiser and drove slowly towards the outskirts of Cairo.

Professor Banner, who had already planted spies, followed closely behind the inn with his mercenaries.

I drove up and followed them from a distance.

Ali skillfully drove the white Toyota Land Cruiser through the somewhat congested streets of Cairo.

They sped off toward the vast desert outside Cairo.

Li Yuan gazed out the car window, silently appreciating the scenery along the desert route.

At first, Li Yuan could still see some sparse palm trees and withered bushes by the roadside.

But as the car drove deeper into the Libyan desert,

The surrounding vegetation gradually decreased until it almost completely disappeared.

At this moment, all Li Yuan could see was the boundless desert and the scorching sun.

Even the outline of the road has disappeared.

Although the car's air conditioning was on the whole time, the sun outside was just too strong.

Sunlight streamed through the glass window, illuminating Li Yuan and his group.

It still felt extremely hot.

Throughout the journey, fearing that the guide, Ali, who was driving, might fall asleep,

Li Yuan kept trying to find topics to chat about, keeping the atmosphere in the car lively.

Ali was different from the guarded and reticent locals.

Ali was also very talkative. He chatted with Li Yuan and others with a smile, and they had a pleasant conversation for a while.

However, there was one thing that always puzzled Li Yuan.

Even in such hot weather, Ali kept himself completely covered up from beginning to end.

He also had a thick desert headscarf wrapped around his head.

The veil completely covered Ali's face.

Only a pair of slightly deep-set eyes were visible.

The all-black outfit gives off a mysterious vibe.

As the conversation deepened, Li Yuan's suspicions about Alibaba grew stronger.

This desert guide's English was incredibly good.

His accent was too fluent and perfect when he spoke.

His accent was so authentic that it was as if he had grown up in an English-speaking country.

Thinking of this, Li Yuan's eyes darted around, and he casually inquired of Ali:

"Ali, did you grow up near Cairo?"

"That's right, no one knows the terrain better than me in this desert."

Li Yuan nodded upon hearing this, pondered for a moment, and then asked:

"Ali, why don't you tell us about the customs and traditions of your Bedouin people, and the strange tales of the desert?"

"Oh, but there's nothing special about us here."

Ali's tone was casual and relaxed, and he answered offhand:

"We are merely a tribe that has lived in the desert for generations."

They are born with a natural talent for finding their way in the desert and searching for water sources.

They make a living by living in this vast desert.

He paused slightly, then added, half-jokingly:

"Oh! By the way, we still practice polygamy. Aren't you envious?"

After saying that, he turned his head and winked playfully at Li Yuan.

Just as Ali turned his head, through the gap in the tightly wrapped headscarf,

A tiny, wispy strand of golden hair quietly slipped out and stuck out!

With his sharp eyes, Li Yuan spotted the unusual color immediately.

This discovery immediately aroused Li Yuan's suspicion.

Because locals don't have blonde hair unless they dye it blonde themselves.

According to Li Yuan, Bedouins are generally traditional and conservative.

Few people would intentionally dye their hair.

Thinking of this, Li Yuan leaned forward and whispered to Ali:

"Ali, is hair dyeing expensive here?"

Upon hearing Li Yuan's question, Ali replied with some confusion:

"I'm sorry, sir, I don't know either."

Because I've never dyed my hair; we Bedouins never dye our hair, it's a tradition.

"oh!"

Li Yuan nodded slowly, as if suddenly understanding, then asked in a curious tone:

"If that's the case, then why is your hair blonde?"