Chapter 548: NO. 131: Aomo: I hate!

NO. 131: Aomo: I hate!

Lappland's unique position at Penguin Logistics goes without saying.

A frontline special employee who frequently goes in and out of Penguin Logistics' core staff chatroom, yet it's obvious they don't curry favor with the boss.

According to some unverified rumors from the Rhodes Island Forum, Penguin Logistics' boss, the Emperor, had several unpleasant meetings with Lappland's father, Alberto Saluzo.

This unpleasantness even extended to Lappland; otherwise, given that the penguin's nature is inherently contrary, they wouldn't be completely incompatible with the latter.

Although their essences differ, given their consistent performance and the employees' casual vote, Lappland Saluzo could well be considered a member of Penguin Logistics.

The result was obvious—the Emperor's attitude toward Lappland was shown in repeated chatroom kicks.

But it was only kicking people.

In fact, Lappland can freely enter and exit Penguin Logistics' company premises, and even gets along quite well with many of its core staff—this is why she can repeatedly sneak into the chatroom.

Aomo wasn't surprised she could get into Texas's solitary apartment; that bunch of capable gangster types always have some secret skills, let alone Lappland's past in her hometown involving multiple criminal charges.

Being able to roam free despite a criminal record certainly means they're not lacking in unique 'life hacks'.

But when he saw that the other could physically meddle with Texas's work—namely the cargo—he still felt a bit surprised.

After all, dangerous cargo have special containment methods, and opening those seals requires more than just a simple numeric code.

—This is common knowledge for indigenous peoples, let alone Aomo being a core temporary worker at Penguin Logistics.

So did Texas share sufficient clearance with Lappland, or did the other party master the decryption technology for those seals?

If the latter, that's really quite unexpected.

Many people can adapt to this world, but Lappland doesn't seem to be one of them.

However, now that he needs to rest a bit, Aomo naturally doesn't want to dwell on it; unfortunately, the other party seems unwilling to let him go.

"What is this thing again?"

"Hey, just take a look—this is also something that Texas's guy needs to transport."

"..."

"Let's appraise it—this is also something monster-related, right?"

"Is this your cargo?" The boy, annoyed, raised his hand to rest on his forehead, eyes still tightly shut, "Opening a customer's package without permission will get you complained about."

"You actually want to snitch? That's betrayal of a coworker."

"Coworker..." the boy chewed the word in a childish voice, desperately wanting noise‑canceling headphones, "The boss won't not know whose fault it is."

"Do we really have to go this far? If you want to sleep, you just need to answer~"

The fragrant breath that was near at hand faded, replaced by an inexplicable feeling of resistance on the outer side of the calf.

Actually fighting a child for sofa space—you're truly a troublemaker, Lappland… Aomo sighed inwardly; the last time he saw such low quality was when he blew up a kid's balloon, that Yin‑Yang person.

But the other party's words aren't without reason.

When the conversation advances to the point of needing back‑and‑forth, the cost of continuing is enough to abandon the original stance.

So he fell silent for a moment, then said: "A Dallas feather can whip up a gale."

The effect is similar to that of a plantain fan.

"What about this one?"

"Death Moniya, the juvenile form of the biological weapon Daisymania."

"Are you sure? You haven't even opened your eyes to look."

"Quite sure—the resonance of monster remnants lets me shape my form," Aomo said calmly.

Monster remnants and materials—these contain part of a complete being's power; theoretically, like a monster hunter's craftsman, they can be processed into special tools or even weapons.

They can also resonate with the condensed power of monster cards.

"What about this one?"

"Can't you just snap a pic and run it through an image‑recognition engine?" The boy was somewhat flustered.

"You also need to find a matching professional image‑recognition engine," Lappland pursed her lips, "and can you change your lying position?"

"What are you up to?"

"Move over a bit."

"Really? Not for a better photo angle?"

"Were you this sharp as a kid?"

"Can you not disturb a healthy child's sleep time?"

"Of course."

Lappland rose gracefully, looked at this kid who, if they chatted a while longer, might dash off in single‑digit years, then raised a hand to reseal the cargo in her grasp.

She then walked lightly toward the outside.

——————11 sent multiple image files——————

11: 【Come, help yourself if it's useful, though I think it's of no leverage against that guy】

06: 【Oh! Brother Linton as a kid, unexpectedly quite cute!】

07: 【Damn, this person's growth trajectory hasn't changed much? I thought childhood was all about being chubby!】

10: 【Seems like we could awaken some attribute?】

12: 【If you guys were bolder, you might try contacting the trainer's foster father—he should have more childhood photos of the trainer,】

05: 【I actually feel that gentleman joining the group isn't suitable; Aomo the trainer knows him very well】

11: 【Don't give yourself an opening; anyway, I've finished my target—what about No. 13?】

13: 【I ran into Texas, heading back with her—almost at the door】

11: 【Perfect】

13: 【?】

Lapulande, having put away her phone, cheerfully turned up the corners of her mouth and swung open the entryway, whereupon she saw a shocked‑looking Nengtianshi and an expressionless Dekesas; she then slung an arm over Dekesas's shoulder and said, "Let's go out and chat? Have Leimiule bring dinner."

"Eh?" Nengtianshi's gaze carried a hint of doubt.

It wasn't because of this arm‑over‑shoulder gesture—she often does that herself—but although the core of Penguin Logistics is female‑heavy and male‑light, they're all top‑notch beauties, the vibe among them leans more toward hanging out like close guy friends than girls being all lovey‑dovey.

At times this left Aomo feeling rather awkward, but she couldn't deny that the atmosphere was actually more familiar and easier to blend into.

But men and women are ultimately different—like a garlic clove, no matter how hard you try to squeeze in, you remain an outsider; Aomo couldn't be bothered to go to Penguin Logistics headquarters and rarely took part in the company's core group chats.

She just sat there staring at the screen all day, pretending to be a yuri fan, but in reality she was merely a plain bystander.

But u1s1, Nengtianshi, who is far from a mere bystander, naturally wouldn't be surprised to see Lapulande mimic her pose; she was only surprised that a single sentence from the other party had excluded her—at the same time, Dekesas's reply was also blunt:

"Good."

A clean, crisp "good," then she handed Nengtianshi the plastic bag holding dinner, and Dekesas continued in her indifferent tone:

"Don't let Aomo's condition worsen."

"Oh."

In the past she would have fired off a few follow‑up questions, but she is no longer that naïve girl who once chased after Mositima abroad just for an answer to a single question.

So he merely watched the two walk toward the nearby street, while she herself glanced at the food in her hands and, continuing to run indoors, shouted: "Aomo boss! Are you starving? I brought food…… What, what's wrong?"

She couldn't quite understand why the kid on the sofa suddenly propped himself up and stared at her.