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Chapter 398: In the Modern Future, Expressing Gratitude

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Leaving the group to argue or discuss, Zheng Fa left the nursing home, his body transforming into a long rainbow, arriving at the foot of Hongshan in an instant.

This place had once been a village; Zheng Fa had visited it before.

Earlier, when he and Tang Lingwumin and others searched for a suitable mountain range, they had stayed at a guesthouse in this village.

At this point, the villagers had long been relocated by higher authorities, and rumors said the compensation was generous—Old White and the guesthouse owner still had some contact, and speaking of these displaced households, their words somehow still carried no resentment.

Xiang Mian held the baby, soothing it, then fed them all rice porridge and milk; only after both babies fell asleep did she go downstairs to resume her meal.

While they were talking, Erha listened silently beside them; seeing the three continue endlessly, Erha grew annoyed, and without waiting further, grabbed a piece of meat and shoved it into his mouth.

Regarding Wu Wei, Heishiji and the others had not informed him during their message exchange, fearing unnecessary panic—everything would wait until they arrived.

"You damn Erha, enjoying yourself too much? I learned this trick from refining pills for Feixian Island—it's called applying one lesson to many situations. You'd better learn some skills from me; you won't lose out." Wang Jue turned and laughed, scolding the creature.

Xiang Mian watched the laughing group and suddenly felt painfully out of place; she resolved firmly and strode toward the private room.

Shangkou Shengtian was unceremonious, leading the way straight into the room; Huise, in a flurry, had no time to stop him—after all, the room held no secrets worth investigating, at most it might make outsiders think Huangjin 22 was in internal conflict.

Shuijing Yuer and Li Dan watched helplessly, agreeing she was utterly foolish and stupid, pitiful yet not pitiable—she brought it on herself, and Lin Bu Fan had nothing to do with her. Sighing, Yuer and Li Dan shook their heads in unison.

"Tongtian, if you have any guts, face me alone! Hiding behind others is no skill at all!" A roar erupted; Lu Ya, the Ancestor, directed his fury not at Wu Wei, but at the person behind him—the true mastermind.

According to your logic, if there were no evil people in society, why would the state establish legal, auditing, and prosecutorial institutions?

Gu Nian hadn't drunk much that night at the bar; she had strongly resisted Su Mohan's approach, but seeing Xiang Mian arrive, she had no choice but to follow Su Mohan away.

If this enormous wild boar charges our camp and we don't fight back, we'll be the ones who die.

After cursing himself twice, the glasses-wearing youth involuntarily pictured the silhouette of the armless boy.

Compared to this, Wu Zi Qi, who had lost an arm, remained remarkably calm.

Xu Damao had once planned to insert his own people, making Liu Lan serve these fallen senior leaders, but Liu Lan had strong willpower, devoting herself entirely to learning cooking—especially after she mastered her craft, she looked down on such tasks and outright refused Xu Damao.

Di Jun had never endured such humiliation; he waved his hand, and ten-arm-thick purple lightning struck down beside Ning Ning.

Unlike her obedient appearance that day at the Chi family, she now wore a black short skirt, thigh-high boots studded with rivets, and over it all, a cream-colored mink coat.

Mu Zhe whimpered and lunged toward Mo Bai seeking comfort; just a fist's distance away, Mo Bai sidestepped with a lazy posture, glanced at Mu Zhe with a warning look, and Mu Zhe, slumping into the corner, listlessly scraped along the wall, shaking loose a pile of dust.

If the deaf old woman had once been unafraid—after all, she had money and was on welfare, with the neighborhood to rely on—now, besides the little cash in her hand, she had nothing.

The Jiang clan only provided people and labor, refused to take on dangerous tasks, yet demanded sixty percent—this was outright greed.

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