Chapter 372: NO.135 Penguin Logistics Employees Should Be Like This

Zhouri Ningjing: 【What did you say to Chazuo? Why did she suddenly apologize to me!】

Yuehuanshe: 【Sometimes I wonder if you also shoved your manners onto Chazuo】

Zhouri Ningjing: 【Huh? After drinking that Muyhai apricot coffee you got all cocky, huh? Want to go to the data realm and spar?】

Yuehuanshe: 【…Do you really have to bring this up? Don't you remember?】

Yuehuanshe: 【Hey hey, why aren't you replying?】

Yuehuanshe: 【Seven Injuries Fist, right? Miss Zhouri really is a stalwart】

Zhouri Ningjing: 【Take a kick from me!】

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"What's wrong with your face? Did you offend a woman?"

In front of Penguin Logistics' company building, the white‑haired wolf girl who's constantly been kicked out of the chat room casually asked, not even greeting by name.

But considering this guy is one of the members I personally picked for the team, Aomo glanced at her face, which seemed in a good mood, then sighed.

"I really want to correct you— as a woman you shouldn't speak so crudely—but now you've given me a completely new problem."

Aomo raised both hands, placed his fingertips on his nose in a thinking pose: "A flying knight's kick shot out of a screen, I caught the ankle— does that count as indecent?"

"What's a knight's kick?" Lapulande asked curiously.

"Well…" Aomo's train of thought hit a snag again; with nothing to kick, it's hard to demonstrate, but describing it verbally also falls short.

But in the next second, a dog‑headed person who kicked a vampire mid‑air solved his urgent problem.

"Just like that gentleman's!"

Aomo pointed at the steadily landing Mr. Bandian, while the kicked Mr. Yuejianye covered his face and fell to the ground.

Those were two frontline operatives from Rhodes Island Pharmaceutical Company.

The dog‑headed person codenamed Bandian, or Mr. Ruiboba.

The vampire codenamed Yuejianye, or Mr. Xuemo.

Aomo hadn't neglected his homework either.

"A perfect textbook demonstration! And conversely, if I hadn't blocked it, I might have ended up like that guy on the ground."

It could have been worse.

After all, Zhouri Ningjing is not only an adult horse girl, but also a horse girl who practices source energy cultivation.

The high‑school division's Eastern Sea Emperor, on his first strength training, challenged a 200 kg barbell and called it a warm‑up in front of reporters.

The middle‑school division's Princess Kawakami can split a stone taller than a person with one punch.

The northern Xuanju and Lijian Guangzuan can pull a truck stuck in a mud pit out, wasting only a few minutes.

These feats, once reported in the news, prove that horse girls' strength far exceeds that of ordinary people.

And for a horse girl who's finished her racing career, when she gathers strength and leaps, unleashing a flying kick with her trained legs…

Aomo had no doubt he'd be genuinely kicked flying.

He'd fly several times farther than Mr. Yuejianye.

To avoid being embedded in a passing building's wall— hard to dig out— Aomo naturally wouldn't let the opponent kick him.

He even went into demon form, assuming a horse‑stance squat, spreading four wings, and unleashing flame from where his claws and legs meet.

He caught that knight's kick.

The face covered in bony facial armor also took a solid slap.

The opponent also ran off after striking.

It made Aomo look like a fish caught while fishing, slapped a few big times by its tail, dumbfoundedly watching the Tom Cat run away.

But it's not like we couldn't stop it.

The Witch Beast had already been teasing him on the light screen, asking if he wanted help.

Although Zhouri Ningjing has a record of battling an Ultimate Digimon, it's unclear if a single Belphomon would suffice, but stopping it would be no problem.

It's just unnecessary.

Knowing Chazuo had taken it in was enough; Aomo was in a good mood, getting slapped didn't matter— after all, he felt nothing.

Being grabbed by the ankle mid‑air and still able to rise up to slap him shows her waist strength is good—or perhaps it's just the ease of her spiritual form.

But with that subtle leverage point, the slap she delivered ended up a bit lacking.

The demon form's thick facial skin didn't care— he just didn't expect that after dropping the demon form, a red mark would remain on his face.

Hiss— could this be a curse?

In the source energy basics class they said this situation calls for a detection spell first… umm, oh, it's not a curse, so it's fine.

Since it's not a curse but just congestion, Aomo didn't worry much; he rode his motorcycle wearing a helmet, but after arriving and taking off the helmet, Lapulande questioned him.

"Wow! You caught that kind of kick? Using that monster's strength?"

This person, though they brought it up with their face, really doesn't care about their face at all— they just keep asking about the combat side of the conflict.

Moreover, they curiously sized up Aomo.

Her impression of Aomo is still stuck on the original monster; as for seeing him mixed with a few Penguin Logistics folks in the Blessed Gospel class, cheering on Aomo's DJ, the demon Aomo…

Although his appearance is hard to forget, it's also hard to judge his strength.

"Well, there's no real need for that, but do you really intend to chat with me here?"

Aomo looked around; at the entrance, quite a few Penguin Logistics loading and unloading staff stood there— none of them openly hostile, at least masking their displeasure.

However, those who had initially shown the most direct attitude are now gone.

It seems the boss really did lay off staff.

Those who remain are much more normal.

Indeed they're much more normal, and Aomo fully understands their displeasure toward him.

Gee, it's just standing by and chatting while you're at work—don't worry, I'll be on the job later too!

With that in mind, Aomo turned his head and heard the white-furred wolf girl laugh, "What's the problem? Anyway, that penguin won't let me in."

"Then follow me, I'll take you in."

"Whoa, that's pretty bold!"

"It's just that I have a bit more legitimacy; if we're talking strength, you're not lacking either, right?"

Aomo said, glancing at her twin blades at her waist, then at the shadow behind her.

Within the shadow lay a pair of red lights, and the moment they met his gaze, they instantly flashed with menace.

In the very next second after it displayed that menace, Aomo emanated an even more ferocious yet chaotic aura.

"Oh~!"

The shadow's owner looked surprised at the commotion, while Aomo slipped his hands into his pockets, and that huge chaotic aura suddenly dissipated in his plain, deadpan expression.

The plain-spoken youth said, "Looks like we both have some unruly power—let's go."

Saying that, he stepped forward, clearly not intending to pursue the matter.

"He has always maintained that mortals must never look down on the divine." The fun-loving girl shrugged and followed suit.

"Hiding in the shadows, yet not wanting to be looked down upon?"

"Maybe he's just suffering from old-age senility—he used to fancy himself a wildman, trying to destroy civilization, but in this world, concrete forests are everywhere."

"There are jungles too, but those are merely remnants preserved by civilization." Aomo said, explaining this to the transmigrants made him feel like he was back in class.

"All the seemingly natural ecological scenery on this planet is the result of a deliberate decision by civilization to preserve it."

"You can tell I'm surprised that the so-called Terra Federation hasn't covered all its land with skyscrapers, even though they clearly have the capability."

"Civilization is governed by an AI that integrates the thought templates of digital rulers and continually learns and corrects itself, not by a few impulsive legislators."

"Preserving Earth's ecology in its original state is their shared creed; even when viewed from space, it remains as it once was, familiar to them."

"So nostalgic?" Lapulande was somewhat surprised.

"If it weren't for that, you transmigrants would also feel lost," Aomo looked at her, then nodded to the few employees who had acknowledged him, "It's precisely those nostalgic people who let the city retain a feel familiar to most transmigrants."

"I hope you're one of those people."

"Talking to her about it is pointless— that girl's always running between the city and the wilderness; you need to tell me, kid!"

The penguin suddenly jumped into the conversation, sitting sprawled on the sofa with legs wide open.

That would normally be a very imposing posture, but coming from a bird less than a meter tall…

Aomo's composure is quite good.

And behind him, Lapulande had also grown accustomed to the penguin's appearance, and was even somewhat restrained.

It seemed the penguin had given her some trouble before.

But Aomo's next words left her also feeling stunned.

"You actually reside in the city?" Aomo eyed it in surprise.

"In the middle of summer, I thought you'd be hanging out in the snow."

"You think I'm just an ordinary penguin!" The penguin, indignant, pushed up the sunglasses on its beak with its flipper, revealing a pair of round, dull eyes that were anything but sharp.

That's how bird eyes are; the penguin is no exception.

So it completely failed to intimidate Aomo.

"I was just asking if it's hot."

"Hot!"

The boss was quite honest.

Thanks to Wan Nian Xin Mi, guojun1998, Behind-the-Scenes Banana Gives Me, Idle One, and Ai Lan_Akala Li for the rewards.

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