Chapter 563: with translation of chapter title

NO. 145: What the weird aunt says, the weird aunt

Sitting on the plastic chair at the stall that lets his legs dangle, Aomo's mood wasn't very pleasant.

It's not that nobody gave him an approag——of course, indeed nobody gave him an approag, but that doesn't matter.

What matters is the alcohol smell on this table.

Also, the two rounds of commissions that, although he was still assigned them by dice roll earlier, were nevertheless extremely smooth.

Smoothly completed commissions, with no ambush, no sudden attack, and the recipient encountered no accident, so there was no need to seek out a neurasthenic recipient for a signature like before with the Pegax star people.

For a courier who has always been in the logistics business, such smoothness is the norm.

Even for valuable goods transport commissions, there wouldn't constantly be accidents and attacks, let alone this being the Border Gate Area.

The surface-level crime rate of the Border Gate Area was never high; even two years ago, the municipal police bureau had once won a federal public security medal.

So the officers' gazes at Aomo from the previous few incidents, though strange, were also somewhat friendly.

After all, if it weren't for Aomo, they really wouldn't have much chance to run into the big camphor tree, let alone catch a bunch of habitual offenders and serious criminals with camphor bases.

Accumulating merits in peacetime is no easy feat, so in the disturbance caused by the Pegax star people, the police team that arrested him thanked Nengtianshi profusely, their enthusiasm enough to make the latter feel somewhat confused.

Some couldn't tell whether they were police or the victims' family members.

When Nengtianshi talked about this as gossip to Aomo, the latter also didn't find it surprising.

Only confident that the Pegax star person likely bore other crimes as well, enough to count as merit for the whole team as a serious criminal.

Precisely for this reason, the serious criminal used hypnosis on an entire building to cause you trouble—just to let Penguin Logistics get more negative publicity?

It shouldn't be just that, Aomo thought.

If I hadn't joined midway, swapping in the combination of Nengtianshi, Dekesasi, and Lapulande—no, possibly not even Nengtianshi, just Dekesasi and Lapulande.

On the premise that Dekesasi didn't actively seek help, Nengtianshi had a fifty percent chance of not being here—after all, from the very start, Lapulande and Nengtianshi gathered here solely because Aomo asked Dekesasi for help.

But compared to the diverse entertainment of Nengtianshi, Lapulande easily shifts to the classic routine of 'go find Dekesasi', 'observe Dekesasi', 'interfere with Dekesasi'.

Aomo would call it the Lapulande Three-Step Law—summarized from the staff message records of Penguin Logistics all the way to Rhodes Island, a set pattern; if you find it long, you can also call it the Double Wolf Principle.

That is, a lone wolf will definitely go find another wolf that isn't too lone.

Possibly harassment, possibly hostility, or possibly swords drawn in the name of love.

That is envy, that is longing, that is obsession, that is yearning.

Even the most lone wolf also wants an understanding companion and peers, even yearning for the other's way of life, yet not wholly thinking of replacing them.

But the longstanding survival law would also make her reject sameness, her self-tugging appearance quite clumsy and also distorted.

Lapulande is certainly not a bad observation target, but this is obviously not the point.

The point is——this wolf duo has no understanding of cargo-related spacemen.

Even adding Nengtianshi makes no difference.

The original Penguin Logistics lacked specialists in this area; although Yin Si could rely on his information-gathering skills to alleviate urgent needs, the Pegax star people's ambush, with makeshift information retrieval, obviously couldn't achieve Aomo's swift smoothness.

So, if Aomo weren't present, the Pegax star people could not only drag Penguin Logistics into legal and public controversy, but also greatly delay the transport efficiency of tonight's commission.

——That must be the other side's purpose, sounding like they're trying to buy time for some later arrangement.

And even if I resolved it beforehand, I should still crash into their preparation stage, right?

How could it be calm and peaceful?

Aomo thought this, picked up the water cup in front of him, took a sip, then immediately frowned, lowered his eyes to look at the colorless liquid in the cup.

Looking again at Nengtianshi and Lapulande, the two were happily discussing tonight's commission topic, seeming completely unaware of the idleness here.

Thus he expressionlessly flung the cup's contents toward the ground.

Moreover, in Dekesasi's doubtful gaze, he lifted her cup and sniffed it.

Looking again at Lapulande, at this moment he directed his gaze over, also seeing his nearly full wine cup in hand, his face showing a hint of regret.

And Aomo remained expressionless, again flinging the wine liquid in the cup toward the ground.

"... When?"

When Aomo rinsed the cup's interior with the teapot again, the already-reacting Dekesasi looked toward Lapulande, who was waving his hands at the two with a smiling face.

Leaving Nengtianshi out of the situation, watching as if something had happened over here, he asked: "What's going on? What's going on?"

"Nothing, someone just isn't following the rules."

Earlier they said the boss wouldn't serve alcohol even if he saw Aomo, but actually Lapulande still ordered alcohol, even a Dongyan-style white liquor—this didn't matter to Nengtianshi and Dekesasi anyway, after all the city they originally stayed in also had Dongyan culture.

Strong liquor isn't a huge problem either, but don't forget someone is still on her period.

"What mindset is it to pour liquor for a child and a woman on her period?" He pushed back the cup with freshly poured tea, also cleaning his own cup.

But this didn't hinder his gaze still locked on Lapulande, deep and profound.

A person who doesn't show joy or anger on their face, even if angry, won't shout loudly; their ferocious appearance lets those familiar with him naturally notice this as a sign of his slight anger.

He indeed hadn't felt a hint of anger in a long time; similarly, Lapulande obviously lacked the self-control that Ailisuzhi had.

"Whether it's white liquor, beer, or red wine, they excite the nerves, affect the endocrine system, easily cause menstrual disruption; the most direct impact is increased menstrual flow, prolonged period, even risk of hemorrhagic anemia."

The professional, steady tone made the boy seem like a doctor, but his childish voice made the scene incredibly incongruous, especially as he next mentioned himself:

"Moreover, this body of mine is indeed immature; given that organ development isn't complete enough, the liver also lacks the function to sufficiently metabolize alcohol."

Being rebuked by such a childish voice and face, even for the experienced Lapulande, was a novel experience, especially that tiny face bearing eyes disproportionate to the whole.

The solemn brown pupils bore the air of a Latran Templar, while the gradually emerging dark red also held a hint of the Sakataz people's savagery.

Witnessing these two contradictory attributes combined, she revealed a pleased smile: "Just joking~"

"Your physiques aren't that fragile, so why apply ordinary human medical conditions to yourselves?"

"Don't joke about the body; it really isn't funny."

"Then what do you want?" Lapulande's smile remained, "Corporal punishment? Make me feel that pain?"

"Uh, you guys aren't going to start fighting here, are you?" Nengtianshi muttered while holding his wine cup; he felt Lapulande's words weren't wrong, everyone used to celebrate victories with drinks three days out of two, then suffer hangovers, hangovers being hangovers, but the body had no issues, even those few days were the same.

But it's not that Lin Dun is being overly particular; after all, regarding his physical condition, the angel herself is self-aware.

She has no little life tricks; her lifestyle can't be called healthy; each annual checkup makes the doctor look grim, and her sister even pulls her ear to arrange another round of medical packages for her.

Conversely, Texas, Croissant, and Kong are very understanding and even take care of people; when they used to accompany me in my mischief, I couldn't tell whether it was due to their good physique or simply because they were just joining me in my fooling around.

Now, the addition of Lin Dun to the team inevitably reminds her of Bai Song from before.

Both are male, both are easy to get along with, and even now Lin Dun looks younger than Bai Song; they share considerable similarity.

But unlike that boy's restraint and humility, as a result, whatever he does, he ends up being led along by everyone.

Lin Dun's state looks even more childish, making people want to bully him, yet contrary to that, he is more serious, earnest, and stubborn than usual, even daring to confront La Pu Lan De.

I originally thought Lin Dun's childhood would be that of a gentle, cute little shota, but he seems more like an elder than an adult.

Is this a shota? Whoever cares about this kind of everyday knowledge must be an old man!

She was greatly shocked, and upon looking at Texas sitting beside Aomo, she saw that Texas also looked astonished; apparently she hadn't expected that just fiddling with her phone would cause this meal to turn out this way.

Then why don't you also try to persuade her?

The angel saw the surprise fade from her face, eagerly awaiting her to speak, but instead the other party just kept staring!

Why are you just staring? It really hurts!

So you really usually indulge me, huh?

The angel's feelings were mixed, guilt and emotion opposing each other, and she heard Xiao Lin Dun's voice directly over her muttering, continuing as if she hadn't heard it at all:

"Punishment is meaningless; you've suffered through late-stage ore sickness, pain can't teach you a lesson, and the phrase 'I feel your pain' hardly applies to you."

"What do you plan to do then?" Even as the other party mentioned ore sickness, La Pu Lan De's smile had already turned icy, and she leaned forward slightly.

She placed both elbows on the table, ten fingers pressed together like a towering spire, and the oppressive feeling naturally arose, yet it could not shake the boy's mind opposite her.

"I want a guarantee that it won't happen again," the boy said calmly, "I don't expect you to give a verbal apology; I want to see sincerity in action. You owe me and Texas one act of assistance, which is merely what we consider the scope of apologetic sincerity."

"Huh? Who knows how you define that sincerity range? What if you force me to do something?" La Pu Lan De grinned, raising a hand to trace the edge of her black windbreaker.

Underneath was a white strapless bodice with a fairly outstanding silhouette, paired with shorts—exactly summer attire.

Cool yet tempting, combined with suggestive little gestures and words, it could add a hint of contempt to the boy's gaze: "You're committing child sexual harassment."

"..."