Chapter 196: Sending Warmth to the Neighbor? I'm Su, the Most Enthusiastic!

On the other end of the phone, silence fell again.

Jin City, Abnormal Affairs Management Bureau.

Behind that somewhat cramped desk, Chen Beixuan's finger holding a cigarette froze in midair.

A long strand of ash fell onto his trousers, leaving a scorch mark.

But he didn't notice at all.

Those tiger eyes, veined with blood, were undergoing an earthquake.

Broken Island?

Sakura Country?!

As a native of Dragon Country, especially a hard‑hearted man like him who has crawled through the system to guard a region's peace.

His feelings toward that place were damn pure.

It was a generational hatred etched in his DNA, a blood debt written into textbooks!

Don't even mention "mountains and rivers may be distant, yet the wind and moon are the same sky."

That's a matter for literary dandy scholars.

In Chen Beixuan's case!

Some debts remain debts even after a hundred years!

Even though the world now collapses and order reshapes.

But some things...

To forget is betrayal!

And now...

This Demon God, who has left a trail of heads rolling in Jiangcheng and Jin City, even making the bizarre take detours...

Says he wants to go play on that island?

Chen Beixuan's Adam's apple struggled to move.

In his mind, Su Ming's terrifying figure, brandishing a great banner and defying mountains and rivers, involuntarily surfaced.

Add to that "pluck a feather as a goose passes, scrape three feet of ground" style of conduct...

If this great Buddha were to descend upon Sakura Country...

Tsk!

What's this about wanting to laugh a little?!

The scene is too beautiful; he even dares not think it through!

"Mr. Su..."

After a long while, Chen Beixuan finally recovered his voice, his throat hoarse from excitement.

Solemn?

Discouragement?

No need at all!

He even thought of being a tour guide who also helps carry luggage!

"Are you serious?"

"I don't like joking."

On the phone, Su Ming's voice remained lazy, exuding a nonchalant air.

It seemed he wasn't talking about going abroad, but about buying a pack of cigarettes downstairs.

"What? Any trouble?"

"Are the procedures hard? Or is the Official not granting permission?"

"No!"

Chen Beixuan sprang from his seat, took a deep breath, his voice booming.

"No trouble!"

"Absolutely no trouble!"

"As long as you want to go, don't say it's an island!"

"Even if there's no road, our bureau can fill the sea overnight and build a highway for you!"

What kind of joke is that!

Blocking?

Why block?

Such a nuclear‑bomb‑level unstable factor left in Jin City makes him nervous every day, and he's lost a handful of hair.

Fearing that this lord might one day be in a bad mood and, with a sneeze at home, pierce a hole in the sky.

Now it's fine.

The nuclear bomb grew legs on its own and wants to jump into the annoying courtyard next door!

What is this called?

Calamity water eastward?

No! The scope is too small!

This is called humanitarian concern!

It's about sending warmth and blessings to the neighbor!

If the conditions weren't so restrictive...

He even thought of popping a bottle of 1982 champagne on the spot and firing two strings of ten‑thousand‑bang fireworks to celebrate.

It can both send off that great Buddha and, as a side effect, disgust that island nation while collecting a bit of interest for the senior.

This round, we won big at Mahjong!

"Mr. Su, please wait a moment."

Chen Beixuan clutched his thigh flesh tightly, forced the smile off his lips, and made his voice sound as professional and serious as possible.

"Cross‑border operations do indeed involve some special flight‑route approvals and negotiations."

"Especially in this special period, the airspace is sealed very tightly."

"But I will apply for a special approval from above!"

He raised his hand and glanced at his wristwatch.

"Half an hour!"

"At most half an hour; I'll give you an accurate answer, and also…"

"A detailed travel guide!"

He chewed on those final four words heavily, his meaning profound.

Since we're going out to cause trouble.

As family, we have to provide some intelligence support, right?

Where the oddities are many, where people are foolish with money, where Zero Yuan Purchase fits.

Where there are "specialties" that can be packed…

The intelligence division in the bureau is professional!

"Alright, I'll wait for your good news."

Su Ming let out a light laugh and hung up the phone.

"Half an hour…"

He squinted, looked at the ceiling, and a teasing smile curled his lips.

Then he stood up and slipped the Black Gold Card into his pocket.

He adjusted his collar and pushed the door open.

Tea Garden, second floor, guest room.

Su Ming didn't knock; he pushed the door straight open.

In the air, that unique scent of Decay oddly carried a hint of sweet cloyness.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn tightly.

A graceful figure lay limply on the tatami with no composure.

Magu!

She, who once set a death‑trap in Chengnan Xiaoqu and treated lives like weeds, a V‑grade Calamity…

Now she looks like a salted fish whose bones have been pulled out.

Destroy, I'm tired!

The Mahjong tile in her hand is about to spark as she rubs it.

Hearing the movement, Magu's ash‑gray eyes lazily shifted once.

But when she saw the newcomer was Su Ming—

"Sss!"

That limp body jolted stiff as if electrocuted.

Immediately, a carp‑style thrust!

In the dead‑silent eyes, fear exploded instantly.

Yet a hint of… anticipation mixed in?

Such anticipation is complicated.

Like a prisoner who has been locked up for a long time.

Even if the one seen is the guard with a whip, excitement would arise.

Because that signifies—

Variable!

"Wang…"

Magu hurriedly smoothed the disheveled hem of her qipao, covering that flash of snow‑white.

In her trembling voice, a trace of coquettishness and flattery slipped through.

"You… how did you come?"

She lowered her head, twining her hands around the hem, daring not to meet Su Ming's eyes.

That night's Mahjong game…

The psychological shadow it left on her is about the size of a three‑room, one‑hall apartment!

Indelible!

Although Wang now looks pure and harmless…

But she knows she can't be provoked.

It would truly be pressed to the ground and rubbed!

Su Ming leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets.

His gaze scanned Magu from head to toe.

Then his eyes fell on the Mahjong tile in her hand, already rubbed to a glossy sheen.

"What?"

Su Ming seemed to smile, but not really.

"You've been locked up here; does it feel stifling?"

"Feeling EMO?"

Magu's body twitched, her head shaking like a clapper drum.

Stifling?

It's more than just stifling!

It's like I'm about to go mad!

Who is she?

She is Calamity!

She is the very synonym of chaos!

Her source of joy is watching living beings struggle in despair.

It's watching those greedy gamblers go hysterical after losing their last copper coin.

But now, what about it?!

She isn't Calamity!

She's a retired aunt!

She can't do anything!

"No… none…"

Magu subconsciously tried to deny it, her survival instinct taking over.

But the words hung on her lips as she stared at Wang's eyes that seemed to pierce the soul…

She forced the rest of the sentence back down.

She hesitated for a moment.

She bit her red lip, her voice as thin as a mosquito's, tinged with probing and grievance.

"It's… just… a bit… unbearably idle."

"My hands are itchy."

After speaking, she cautiously lifted her eyelids, stealing a glance at Su Ming's reaction.

However, the punishment she expected never came.

Su Ming smiled.

He smiled gently, even with a hint of…

the vibe of a bad uncle luring children!