Chapter 595: Begging Meals and Free Rides

"Red Stone! Red Stone!!"

Li Hua complained in the group chat, "My uncle just took me to see his Benz and went on for ages about it."

"He asked if I liked it, and I just nodded and said I did."

"Damn it, he said he'd definitely remember—see this logo, don't hit it."

The group instantly burst into laughter.

But differently, some wished everyone a happy New Year—like Huang Cailang, who posted a huge table of dishes and a little stray dog.

Qingzhu lay on Jing Chuan's back; after walking so long, seeing the boy drenched in sweat, she suddenly looked pained, wanting to reach out and wipe the sweat from his face, but ultimately held back.

She could see Ninety-One's field of view, knew his vision was always at floor level, and could feel the spasms of pain in Ninety-One's body.

"No need—I'm closer to Sister Ru than blood sisters; there's no need to hide anything from her." Xue Lingzi waved his hand grandly, moving Sister Ru to nearly tears.

I have to say, Liu Hai may look like a rough and tough guy on the surface, but deep down he's actually a very careful and decisive person.

And that Arrow Frog seemed to realize what Ye Yanqing was doing—it swiftly extended its tongue and lunged at Ye Yanqing.

Mei Shan Lao Zu summoned the Nine-Colored Storm Qi Disc again, lifting the five of them, then shot away as a streak of radiant light.

Xia Tian brought up the loan matter again. He had also just stated it was to jointly create achievements for Fang Fumin and Song Tianming.

Xu Biao and Hou San, brothers who had braved wind and rain with him, died horribly—Lin Chong suffered an unprecedented blow.

Matsui suddenly remembered the hostage detention site—could the guerrillas have set up a decoy and secretly rescued them? Matsui urgently ordered a Japanese squad leader to check. Soon after, a soldier ran back to report: the hostages were gone, only Japanese corpses remained.

Ten slave soldiers remained, twelve bandit slaves remained; Liu An glanced at Suohou nearby—the man was unharmed, not even a speck of dust on him.

"That sounds somewhat reasonable… how did you come up with it?" Fo Qianxiao shifted tone, his voice growing much gentler.

Beneath the box were several square shirt boxes—I'd seen pretentious displays, but never one like this! The box also bore an airline label—could it have been air-freighted?

No, no, it didn't feel right, because my faith told me: Longmen's Dragon Head, Pang Bo, rarely shows himself, and is always calm and strategic—he'd never act like this.

"Fine enough—just bring them in, let them meet." I changed the subject, stopping there.

The four of them were speechless, immediately stopped talking to me, and went to charge the electric scooters at each charging station.

"That's true—I admit it, and I can tell Brother Tianye my goal—it's actually very simple…" I deliberately trailed off, buying time to organize my thoughts.

"I owe them an explanation." I murmured the words, my emotions growing chaotic.

"Fuck!" I clenched my fist and swung hard—but in an instant, I was pinned against the car door with no escape, sticks and fists raining down on me.

Odin and Huang Yaoxi seemed hit by ten thousand points of critical damage—they froze, staring dumbly at Ye Zhetian.

Twelve years have passed; the people in the photo could never have imagined—this car crash, life reshuffled, the fixed fate of destiny could never return to what it was.

Wang Jiu, Shen Qingming, Li Wanqing—the Qingyun City diplomatic team—took initial shape in Li Fengyun's tea room; afterward came the tense diplomatic preparations. Thanks to them, Lu Xin and Li Fengyun's rare vacation was ruined—they began working relentlessly on January 2nd, preparing thoroughly for Shen Qingming.