Chapter 97: “It's me, it's me! Brother Earth, it's me!”

“He! Was! Fired!”

In the sea of consciousness, the pop-up windows and alarm sounds all disappeared.

The system checked the notice, as well as the complaint receipt that its superior had sent it.

“The superior said that you might be asked to cooperate with the investigation later. Specialist number 27541 could finish five commissions a month before, which is about one every six days. He also applied for performance subsidies and work-related injury subsidies. The superior next door is losing his chicken feathers and is about to go crazy.”

Chu Zu: “His superior didn't think something was wrong before?”

“I think he had some inkling.”

The little yellow chicken thought for a while and said, “I checked. His historical evaluations have not been high. The author's side has reacted, but he got away with it by saying 'everyone has their own interpretation'.”

The difficulty of 'Regretful Character Correction' is too great, and it's easy to make the host break down.

The hosts who do this either resign after a few times, or they just muddle along.

The superior on the other side has been looking for a new host, but can't find a capable one.

The little yellow chicken said fiercely: “He’s messed up so many novels. He’s definitely not going to have a good time now!”

It was true that he was not going to have a good time.

If he had just repeated his old tricks, he might have been able to get away with the same excuse.

But he had to cross the line.

He probably thought that the infinite flow setting was originally detached from reality, and that any profession could be argued about.

It could be argued about in the main story.

The Third Economic Law was too closely related to the real world.

The novel wrote that the general economic environment was not good, which could easily make the readers think of their own current situation.

Under this premise, specialist number 27541 actually dared to change Meng Yu'an into a detective.

His psychological quality was not good.

He thought it was natural for other characters to have a bad time, but when he encountered a little something, he would get anxious and make a mess.

It was only a matter of time before he messed up.

This was a complete disaster for the author.

A protagonist who crossed the line could easily be complained about, reported, and taken down.

This was a lucky situation.

If a peer really disliked him, took it to the next level, and reported it to a higher authority, it was not impossible for the novel platform to be shut down for rectification.

This kind of thing had happened before.

This was just a financial loss.

If because of his actions, the genre was tightened, who knew how many serious authors who wrote about reality would be affected.

The superior and the author's reaction was very fast.

Chu Zu had also had the little yellow chicken remind them.

If a writer was not sensitive to words, then it was really over.

“They should be temporarily transferring a free and vacationing ‘Regretful Character Correction’ specialist. But they may not be able to find one. After all, they won't get any evaluation or credit points for this job.”

The system said cheerfully, “The application for the three salaries has been approved. This job counts as our performance.”

In the game, Meng Yu'an had already fainted, and it was impossible to tell if he was being represented by a specialist.

Chu Zu: “I remember at the last host exchange conference, there were two ‘Regretful Character Correction’ specialists at my table. That's not a small number, is it?”

The system said euphemistically: “Your table was the most promising table.”

Overall, among all the categories, the most specialists were in "Vicious Supporting Character Correction," followed by "Tyrannical Protagonist Correction."

The number of specialists in "Regretful Character Correction" was already small enough.

"Marginal Character Correction" could be counted on one hand.

Otherwise, the little yellow chicken's superior wouldn't be taking so many kickbacks.

Each job was a loss, like eating youth rice.

The category with the fewest specialists was actually the "Domineering CEO Correction" at the host's table.

The host's table was indeed a table of five miracles of real value.

One "Tyrannical Protagonist Correction" who had fought his way through a sea of blood among the many specialists and stood out.

Two "Regretful Character Correction" who were very difficult to do but had made it to the top of the pyramid.

One who was almost the only seedling of "Domineering CEO Correction."

And one "Side Character Correction" that was basically not valued and could be cut from the department at any time.

It said, “They have a lot of muddlers, and the gap is obvious. The good ones are very outstanding, and the bad ones are like number 27541, who just get by by grinding and getting subsidies.”

Chu Zu nodded, indicating that he understood.

After solving the major problem, the system was so relaxed that it was about to fly up: “What are we going to do next?”

Chu Zu: “Do what we should do. Continue to play the game.

Meng Yu'an had fainted with his head covered in blood.

Zu Qian moved his finger joints and turned his head sideways to look at Yu Yan, who was desperately pulling at him and shouting "no, no."

Yu Yan was very noisy.

He had been very noisy since he had moved into his house.

He looked unremarkable.

He was inconspicuous in a crowd.

His expression was usually dull, more like an NPC than an NPC.

But Zu Qisheng inexplicably liked him very much.

Zu Qian knew his brother.

He would not do anything without a benefit.

Benefits were also divided into big and small.

His brother often didn't bother to pay attention to small sweet talk.

Zu Qian couldn't figure out what on earth Yu Yan had that was so valued.

He was also very noisy.

This was not good, that was not good.

As soon as he spoke, he would bring up his brother and put on an innocent look of "I'm just a lowly worker, don't get angry with me."

He was not only noisy to Zu Qian, but also very noisy to Zu Qisheng.

Sometimes, when Zu Qian got up in the middle of the night, he could occasionally hear Yu Yan whispering to his brother.

Yu Yan would talk about his life outside the Financial Street.

Each thing was more boring than the last, but his brother seemed to love listening to it.

Although his face was still indifferent and expressionless, the fact that he didn't tell Yu Yan to shut up already said a lot.

“If we were outside the Financial Street, little Zu would be in college by now.”

His brother said, “His grades are not good. It would be a stretch for him to get into an undergraduate program.”

Yu Yan: “Hey, my school has a lot of big brothers and sisters who got in by donating a building. And isn't there also the option of studying abroad? As long as you have money, the requirements are very low.”

The two Zu brothers in the real world were penniless.

Reality would not give them an initial capital of 10,000, nor would it give them a chance to turn the tables in a game.

There was also no exchange where they could sell themselves.

Reality was reality.

There was only the house door that had been splashed with paint, the hard steamed buns, the older brother who had stayed up all night to read and had ruined his eyes, and the younger brother who couldn't be taught no matter how much he was pulled by the ear.

In reality, Yu Yan was the one who could walk forward with his head held high.

Unlike them, who were just treading water no matter where they went.

Yu Yan's words were very harsh to Zu Qian's ears.

He had almost forgotten what reality was like.

Now, when he suddenly remembered, he only felt annoyed.

Yu Yan then talked about his parents.

He said that he was not worried about his parents at all.

Those two were doing fine on their own.

Ever since he went to college, his parents had only been responsible for his living expenses.

When he checked their social media, the couple were traveling the world on a shoestring budget.

Apart from taking the standard tourist photos for middle-aged and elderly people, they were also scolding and cursing that they had been cheated by the travel agency again.

A seven-day trip had two days of travel, and the remaining five days were spent in shopping malls.

If they didn't buy, the tour guide would give them a long face.

Yu Yan had even made himself laugh, and then he had started to cry.

“I didn’t dare to tell them that I was scammed. They are just ordinary laid-off workers, and they run a small business.I wasn’t selected in the school’s recruitment, and I was so anxious that I couldn’t sleep well. They didn’t say I was useless and told me to go back home and inherit the family business.”

“What family business do I have? It’s just a small convenience store on the first floor of a residential building.”

Yu Yan was crying his eyes out.

He still remembered to cover his mouth so as not to wake up the little ancestor in the bedroom.

The little ancestor had heard the whole thing.

Seeing his brother actually put down his work and hand him a tissue, he just wanted to give Yu Yan a couple of slaps.

What a vicious male university student, to actually play the pity card.

What was there to be pitiful about?

These stories were a dime a dozen at the game center.

The players who were about to go bankrupt when they were about to lose a game loved to do this.

They would pour out their hearts with tears and snot, and the players who were betting on the side would curse non-stop, saying, can you hurry up?

I still want to get the money after you lose and go and have a good meal.

Zu Qian remembered that his older brother loved to listen to this kind of story.

After he finished listening, he would ask in a gentle voice: “Aren't you in one piece?”

First of all, a person in one piece would not be forced to come to the Financial Street.

Secondly, there was a place on Financial Street called the exchange.

Yu Yan was also in one piece, but his older brother didn't say anything sarcastic.

He even handed him a tissue.

Zu Qian was so angry that he couldn't sleep all night.

The next day, he went to Yu Yan's bedside and thought, if I cripple him now, will I have time to go to my brother next door and borrow money to pay for the damages?

He studied for a long time how to twist a person's vocal cords without it being fatal.

The drawbacks of not studying usually were exposed.

Zu Qian couldn't think of a way.

Yu Yan was awake.

He had cried all night, and his eyes were swollen.

He squinted at the figure on the side and said in a hoarse voice: “Boss, do you need something from me?”

“What time is it now…”

He was dazed, “Little Zu should still be asleep, right? Hey, I remember saying that I had to send him to the game center early today. Oh no, I didn't save his lunch in the fridge.”

Yu Yan had mistaken him for his older brother.

“You’re fired.”

Zu Qian said, “Take your things and get out.”

Yu Yan thought for a moment and scratched his head: “I… I don’t seem to have anything…”

It seemed that he had realized that his boss’s speech was not so crude.

Yu Yan finally came to his senses and opened his eyes, which were swollen like walnuts, “Little Zu? You’ve slept for eleven hours?”

“You’re so noisy.”

“Alright, alright. We’ve adjusted our schedule.”

Yu Yan chuckled and said, “Now the boss can rest assured.”

“Did you mistake me for someone else again?”

Zu Qian smiled at Yu Yan, “I told you not to move. You’re interfering with my game?”

Yu Yan subconsciously let go of his hand.

Fear appeared on his dull face.

He should have remembered Zu Qian’s attitude towards games.

Zu Qian glanced at the score on the electronic sign.

He didn't know who had died, but the red team had scored a point.

“Although it doesn’t matter if I lose, I don’t really want to lose. You know my brother. I can’t stand the way he looks at me.”

Zu Qian said, “There are four teams and eight people. One hostage has already died. You’re a university student, and you’re good at studying. Help me calculate. In the worst-case scenario, how many more people do I have to kill at least?”

Yu Yan held back for a long time: “I… I’m a liberal arts student.”

Zu Qian raised his eyebrows: “Liberal arts students don't learn math?”

Yu Yan: “I don't know, I didn't learn it.”

Zu Qian: “I calculated the result to be 6.”

Isn’t that everyone here!

“...I’ll do it, I’ll do it!”

Yu Yan said in a panic, “Let me do it. I… I can do it!”

“Forget it.”

Zu Qian shook his head, “You run. I’ll go and kill the others first. If I don’t have enough points, I’ll come and find you.”

Yu Yan: “...”

You might as well just say you’re coming to kill me.

You’re so polite.

Yu Yan wanted to say something else, but a short arrow shot into the ground at his feet with a "swoosh."

Zu Qian immediately looked in the direction the arrow had come from, squinted his eyes, ignored Yu Yan, and rushed out in a single stride.

In a few seconds, his figure had disappeared into the jungle.

The game field was large enough, and there were resources hidden everywhere.

Some players had already gotten their hands on weapons.

Yu Yan knew that he couldn't stay here.

He was also a little grateful that Zu Qian had left.

If he had dragged him along, he might have grabbed him before Zu Qian made a move.

He couldn't control this hand.

Before running, Yu Yan gritted his teeth and grabbed the half-dead man on the ground by the back of his collar, dragging him into the bushes.

The player who had ambushed them had a crossbow.

For an inexperienced person, this weapon was all about metaphysics.

A modern crossbow was equipped with an automatic cocking device, but it still required a certain amount of strength and skill.

What was most fatal was that the process of loading a crossbow was relatively slow.

By the time the player had fumbled to align the arrow and fix it into the crossbow groove, Zu Qian had already followed the trajectory and arrived in front of him.

“He’s here!”

Zu Qian ducked to avoid the sword light that was coming at him horizontally; the game seemed to only provide cold weapons.

This had nothing to do with training, nor with talent.

In a real life-and-death moment, it was instinct that played a greater role.

Instinct could be accumulated through experience.

A person who often walked on the edge could smell the scent of death.

After all, Zu Qian’s game experience was rich enough, and he had fought enough times.

His odds outside the field were surprisingly low.

Many players would bet on him winning as soon as they saw the game rules.

Zu Qian had an unbeatable advantage in this type of game.

After dodging a sword, Zu Qian directly grabbed the player with the crossbow in front of him.

He used his waist to twist his body and the weapon in half a turn, and then he grabbed his hand and pulled the crossbow trigger.

“This also counts as self-defense.”

He still had time to say in the terrified player’s ear, “Don’t tremble. I can’t aim well.”

The arrow missed.

The player with the purple bracelet was sweating.

He stared at Zu Qian and his restrained teammate with lingering fear.

At this moment, a breeze blew open the treetops, and someone above moved slightly.

The red team player had been staring at Zu Qian all along.

All the players could not possibly ignore him.

If they didn't deal with him, even if they got the points that could decide the victory, this madman would kill all the players out of anger.

He was capable of doing such a thing.

The red team player would make a move because he thought the time had come.

It suddenly started to rain from the sky.

The system said quickly: “Dodge, Host! It’s concentrated sulfuric acid!”

The moment the concentrated sulfuric acid splashed into the bushes, the leaves immediately began to change color, and the edges quickly turned black.

As the acid seeped into the soil, the green gradually faded, replaced by withered and scorched yellow marks.

Chu Zu dodged in time.

The purple team player who was holding the crossbow was drenched ten out of ten.

He immediately let out a heart-wrenching scream.

His body trembled violently, as if he had been electrocuted.

The liquid quickly slid down his hair, and his hair instantly became withered and brittle.

The moment the acid touched his scalp, a sharp burning sensation quickly spread.

The skin on his scalp quickly changed color, first bright red, then pale, and then gradually turned black, like a substance that had been scorched by a fierce fire.

After a while, the acid had covered most of his body.

His skin also began to rot, revealing his flesh.

The tip of his tongue seemed to have been swallowed by the acid a little.

The player curled up on the ground and struggled constantly in the scorched soil.

Chu Zu raised his head.

The red team player on the treetop had already thrown away the container and was beginning to retreat.

Apart from teammates, there was no distinction between friend and foe in a free-for-all.

And the purple team player had already been so disgusted by the scene in front of him that he had lost his soul.

He didn't even have the thought of taking the opportunity to escape now.

The crossbow had also been mostly corroded.

There were still a few short arrows scattered on the ground.

Chu Zu casually picked up one and weighed it in his hand.

"Master Wang" threw it out.

From a high tree, a short arrow cut through the air and flew over.

It had a similar force to a crossbow, but it was much more precise.

It pierced straight through the player's neck.

The horror of being targeted after missing had not yet passed.

The red team player was hijacked by adrenaline.

He didn't even react after being hit by the arrow.

It wasn't until he fell into the bushes that the sharp pain came from his neck.

He trembled and covered his neck.

The violent fall had torn open the wound, and blood was spurting from between his fingers.

He couldn't stop it at all.

The player struggled again to crawl to a more hidden place, thinking that he was not dead yet.

As long as he was not dead, he could still kill people, and he would have a chance to win.

In the end, he did not crawl into the safe zone he had in mind.

Blood trailed all the way on the dry grass, and finally stopped at a corpse.

The scoreboard changed.

The red team had two points.

This score was very strange.

The red team had lost a hostage.

The remaining player could only be a warrior.

The purple team player who had died of sulfuric acid was a hostage, that was right.

That counted as one point.

If the red team, which had been completely wiped out, could have two points.

Chu Zu: “The red team’s warrior killed a hostage and got one point. Now he has killed the purple team’s hostage and has two points.”

The current winner was already dead, and the game was still going on.

“I can’t win.”

Chu Zu calculated faster than the system, “Now only my team and Yu Yan’s team still have a hostage. At most, I can only get two points. If I happen to be the hostage, and I don’t make a move on myself, I won’t be able to get a point from the blue team.”

System: “Yes…”

Chu Zu walked to the side of the red team warrior’s corpse.

The player was in his thirties, with a strong physique.

He should have exercised very carefully.

Now his eyes were wide open, and he was staring fixedly at his left hand, which was stretched out into the distance.

His pupils were dilated, reflecting the red light of the bracelet.

He had died with his eyes open.

His psychological quality was also very good.

Compared to the players of the opposing teams, the vigilance between teammates was smaller.

There were two possibilities for killing a teammate: either you got one point, or you figured out that you were the hostage.

After figuring out that he was the hostage, as long as he learned from Yu Yan’s teammate and hid in the well-hidden jungle, even if he lost the game, he would only lose the deposit.

This player’s plan was not wrong.

If he hadn't taken the initiative to provoke Zu Qian, he might have been able to survive to the end with that one point and be a winner.

He was still too greedy, and he had lost all of his little cleverness.

Chu Zu looked for a long time, then suddenly went forward, squatted down, and very easily took off the man's red bracelet.

The bracelet was very thin.

It was like a thin piece of iron in his hand, and it had no weight.

Chu Zu asked: “Can I take off my bracelet?”

The system was at a loss, but it still checked the settings: “The settings don’t specify. Under normal circumstances, it should only be able to be taken off when the player dies.”

“But in the main story, there is a bracelet snatching game. In the game, the bracelet can be removed, but the player can only live for three minutes after losing the bracelet.”

“This is a game rule. It’s not clear if it can be applied to the entire Financial Street.”

Chu Zu: “It doesn’t matter. Little Zu wouldn’t think about whether it’s suitable or not. He would just do it.”

System: “?”

“Scan the other red team player’s corpse. I need to get two red bracelets.”

Chu Zu put the red bracelet on his right wrist.

His wrist was a circle thinner than the dead player’s.

The bracelet automatically adjusted its size and fitted onto his skin.

The color didn’t change.

It was still red.

“The red team is the winner. Then I’ll just become the red team.”

Chu Zu said, “Simple and brutal. It’s very suitable for a dog-brained person like little Zu who wants to win.”

The little yellow chicken reminded him: “But your original bracelet is blue. How will that be counted?”

Chu Zu said lightly: “I think it’s fine to just chop off my hand.”

The little yellow chicken: “...”

“Isn’t the hospital able to restore it with one click? It can be cured. When I get the other red bracelet, I’ll go and find little Yu. I’ll chop off my left hand first, and then his left hand, and help him win.”

“It’s fine if it doesn’t work. It’s also possible that he and I are both hostages, or both warriors, and we don’t meet the conditions in the rules.”

Chu Zu was very open-minded, “Little Yu and I have enough funds. We can afford to lose this one.”

System: “What if the rules don’t allow you to lose your own bracelet.”

“So I’ll chop off mine first.”

Chu Zu said, “If I figure out more rules, I’ll handle it as the situation dictates. I don’t have to chop off little Yu’s. He can just wait for the game to end.”

And…

“Is he with Meng Yu'an?”

The system checked: “Yes, he dragged Meng Yu'an with him and he seems to be about to wake up.”

The little yellow chicken secretly searched the system forum again to see if any little chickens were complaining about being temporarily caught and working unpaid overtime.

At present, there was no information, but it did not rule out the possibility of a sullen little chicken enduring humiliation.

Chu Zu stood up.

The clear weather that had been simulating the afternoon turned gloomy.

It should be getting close to evening.

He looked at the remaining time displayed on the electronic sign in the sky.

A twelve-hour game, and now there were more than nine hours left.

If the environment was simulated based on a 24-hour day, the game should end in the middle of the night.

“Just in time. Let’s go and see what the new Meng Yu'an is.”

Chu Zu said.

The system always felt that it had heard a lot in that sentence.

But who cares.

The little yellow chicken turned on the function it had exchanged from the "Tyrannical Protagonist Correction" little chicken and pointed out the way to find Yu Yan for Chu Zu.

***

When Meng Yu'an woke up, he felt a sharp pain all over his body.

Especially his head.

The sky was very dark.

The moonlight flowed down from the treetops, casting a thin silver light on the surroundings.

It was shadowy and unclear.

He propped himself up on the grass and sat up.

He heard a loud shout.

“I want to lose, I really want to lose. Let me lose.!”

It took a few seconds for his eyes to focus.

Meng Yu'an finally saw the current situation clearly.

Zu Qian was kneeling on a person, his hands pressing down on the other’s hands, a short knife held in his mouth.

The person he was pressing down on should be named Yu Yan.

Meng Yu'an had checked him.

He was not old.

He had been recruited by Zu Qisheng as an assistant and a nanny.

Yu Yan and Zu Qian’s relationship should be quite good.

In fact, as long as Zu Qian was not in a bad mood, his relationship with anyone was not bad.

Zu Qian simply pulled Yu Yan's two hands up, put them together, and held them down with one hand.

He freed his other hand to hold the knife that was in his mouth and weighed it habitually.

“This knife is not very sharp. It probably can’t cut through bone. I’ll try to be quick. Don’t move. What if I chop off your right hand when you move?”

He sighed, “This is your fault. Before we left, didn’t you beg me not to bring a sharp weapon? If it were the dagger at home, there wouldn’t be so much trouble.”

Yu Yan was still twisting wildly, shouting in terror and incoherently:

“No, no, I can’t live without my left hand. It’s been with me for half my life. I can’t do without it.”

Meng Yu'an didn't think too much when he rushed over.

Zu Qian’s build looked average, but his explosive power was astonishing.

When Meng Yu'an was on duty outside, he had also encountered difficult criminals.

It wasn't that he hadn't encountered someone who could fight, nor had he not encountered someone who was not afraid of death.

But the ones who could fight were not as reckless as him, and the ones who were reckless were not as good at fighting as him.

He should have been more composed, more calm, and acted after judging the situation of the enemy and himself then it would have been too late.

Meng Yu'an only needed to know one thing:

He couldn’t be late.

There were some things that, even if he knew he couldn’t do them, he couldn’t be late.

He rushed up, wrapped his arms around Zu Qian’s waist, and threw him to the ground.

The knife was already pressed against Yu Yan’s wrist.

“Don’t move.”

Meng Yu'an held down Zu Qian’s hand with the knife and said in a low voice with a frown.

Zu Qian smiled at him.

He didn't resist too fiercely, but just increased the force in his hand a little, and forcefully pulled the knife to aim at Meng Yu'an’s throat.

“You’ll be choked to death by your own blood.”

Zu Qian looked very relaxed, in stark contrast to Meng Yu'an, who was tense and sweating all over.

“I was originally going to deal with you first, but then I thought, if I chop off Yu Yan’s hand and then deal with you, maybe I can get three points and the game will end early.”

Meng Yu'an had been unconscious for too long and didn't understand what he was saying.

“Now I’ve changed my mind. You’re so annoying.”

Yu Yan got up from the ground and looked around for something he could use.

The Zu Qian in the game was too scary.

He would do whatever he thought of.

One moment he was saying, "I'm going to kill people to earn points," and the next he was coming up to him with a knife in his hand and happily telling Yu Yan that he had a great idea.

The great idea was to chop off Yu Yan's hand, throw away the bracelet, and put on a red bracelet.

Yu Yan was so scared that he turned and ran.

He had taken half a step before he was caught.

This was the first time he had wanted to lose a game so badly.

The current situation was very tense.

Yu Yan didn't know how Zu Qian had found him.

It seemed that he couldn't run far.

And this player had saved him.

He couldn't just watch him die.

If only there was a rock.

Yu Yan fumbled around.

The sky was too dark.

Some of the protruding rocks were actually embedded in the ground and couldn't be moved at all.

The sharp edge in Zu Qian’s hand was already pressed against Meng Yu'an’s Adam's apple.

Suddenly, in the sea of consciousness, Chu Zu heard a wild shout.

“It’s me, it’s me! Brother Earth, it’s me!!”

The system shivered.

It was hit in the chest by a little yellow chicken with two cowlicks.

The cowlick little yellow chicken said loudly:

“Stop! Stop! We’re on the same side! Turn off your ‘Master Wang,’ let’s get through this together!”

Chu Zu’s sea of consciousness expanded.

Under the heavy gray frame of the warning, he looked down at the evil silver-shaded that was clinging to his trouser leg and thought for a moment.

“Guanfu?”

The evil silver-shaded, who had been a tablemate at the host exchange conference, nodded frantically, looking like he was about to cry.

Zu Qian’s appearance was very similar to Chu Zu’s.

Although Chu Zu was more aloof and not as stunning at first glance, he was still recognized by Guanfu.

Before he had time to be moved, Zu Qian had almost killed him.

The warning sound in the sea of consciousness made Guanfu’s system even more irritable.

It immediately submitted an application and asked its superior to contact the specialist on the other side.

The superior also knew that this job was on the verge of being ruined.

It all depended on whether he could salvage his reputation in the end.

He quickly approved it.

“I was drafted for temporary overtime. I had just supplemented a setting and then I saw you were about to kill Yu Yan…”

Chu Zu: “What did you supplement?”

Guanfu: “Meng Yu'an is loyal to the constitution and the law, loyal to the people, selfless and dedicated, and will fulfill his duties to defend the peace of society and the dignity of the law, and will be worthy of the people and the country!”

System: “Is this also something that needs to be written into the setting?”

The cowlick little yellow chicken looked fierce:

“It has to be written. This way, if there’s a problem, we’ll receive a warning immediately. The shit that the bastard before did was too suffocating. We have to be on guard at all times.”

System: “...”

System: “The last time we met, you were still a gentle and elegant little yellow chicken…”

The cowlick little yellow chicken: “I’m still very damn gentle and elegant now.”

Guanfu looked at reality, and the cat’s paws wiped away his tears: “Brother Earth, don’t, really don’t.”

He said sincerely: “The old Meng Yu'an is dead. Now I want to be a good person.”

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