The Arab man stuffed three hundred-dollar U.S. bills into the checkered headscarf on his head, then whispered to Chen Feng, "I only know he's an antique dealer, controlling an extremely large tomb robbing team. Normally, these guys gather at a bar in the Lower City District, and that bartender is one of them. Over ten days ago, I saw them take away that Chinese girl. Maybe you could go ask at that bar, but I advise you not to, those Jewish people are not easy to deal with. That's all I know."
After speaking to Chen Feng, the Arab man, like a mouse sneaking out for food, looked around alertly, then dashed into a dark alley next to him, quickly vanishing from sight.
"Mr. Chen, I know where that bar is, I'll take you there." Meriya was not in Alexandria for the first time; she was far more familiar with the place than Chen Feng was.
"Then let's go take a look."
Chen Feng did not object; whether it was Jewish people or Hobbits, he was not afraid in the slightest.
