Chapter 199: 3 a.m., Goal: Loosen the Neighbor's Soil!

Su Ming stands beside a Wood Cow, casually patting its warm, smooth wooden back.

Just place your hand on it, I'll authorize them one by one!

One person, one Wood Cow; this thing recognizes its master.

Upon hearing this, the girls of the Rose Squad could no longer maintain their composure.

This is truly a great treasure!

Placed outside, it's a strategic material that can make those sacrificers knock their dog brains out!

Now then?

The king directly wholesales, shipping out!

Twelve girls each take one Wood Cow, a grand recognition scene!

Afterwards, Su Ming turned around, looking at Pang Tong, Fa Zheng, and Jiang Wan, who were sighing incessantly.

Gentlemen, please don't stand on ceremony.

The times have changed; our equipment must keep up.

Pick one, this is also the Chancellor's wish!

Pang Tong, Fa Zheng, and Jiang Wan exchanged glances, thousands of words ultimately condensing into a deep bow.

Thank you, my lord!

This bow is for Su Ming.

It is also a bow for the regret that spanned a thousand years, finally filled.

After everything was done, Su Ming gathered up the remaining few Wooden Ox and Gliding Horses.

Buzz—buzz—buzz!

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

Glancing at the caller ID, Su Ming raised an eyebrow.

Chen Beixuan.

He waved his hand, indicating that Dream Butterfly should arrange dinner.

He took his phone and strolled to the shade by the floor-to-ceiling window.

He slid to answer.

Mr. Su.

Chen Beixuan's voice was pressed low, but his excitement could not be contained.

Regarding your going to… uh, inspect that neighboring island…

I've figured it out here! There are two routes!

First, take the regular diplomatic channel.

The pretext is a Civilian Exchange Team, departing in two days.

There will be a dedicated reception there, with good food and drink, but there will definitely be a tail following behind, not very free.

Heh.

Su Ming snorted and didn't respond.

Is he going there just to eat sashimi?

He has zero interest!

Chen Beixuan obviously understood what Su Ming was thinking, his voice taking on a hint of roguishness.

As for the second route…

It's tonight!

This is a… covert line!

Used to transport some special products, flying directly to an abandoned military base in the north of Sakura Country.

That place is now a no-man's-land, chaotic and lawless, formerly a paradise for smugglers and mercenaries.

Although the conditions are a bit harsh and there's hardly any cabin service…

But it wins in speed! Stealth!

No one checks passports, no one cares what you bring over, and no one cares what you bring back!

Whatever you do there counts as… personal conduct!

Unique drawback is, sitting on this transport plane is uncomfortable, and the takeoff time is tight.

Su Ming's eyes lit up.

Transport plane?

No-man's-land?

Personal conduct?

Damn, isn't this a custom-made Procurement Line for him?

What comfort?

Is he sitting on a plane?

He's sitting on a digger heading to the treasure vault!

Just this.

Su Ming had no hesitation, directly gave the approval.

Time?

3 a. m.! Jincheng West Suburb Military Airport, C3 Runway!

Chen Beixuan's voice carried a playful tone.

The plane doesn't wait for people, but I've already greeted the pilot!

That's our own tough guy; even if knives fall from the sky, he can steadily deliver you!

3 a. m.

Su Ming glanced at his phone.

It's now 6:30 p. m.

There are still over eight hours.

Enough for him to eat a full meal, then take Magu to Golden House for a sweep.

Thanks.

Su Ming's lips curled up.

"You're in such a hurry to send me away—are you afraid I'll cause trouble in Jincheng again?"

The other end of the phone fell silent for a moment, then Chen Beixuan's hearty laugh came through.

"Mr. Su, you're joking!"

"This is called reasonable allocation of resources!"

"Someone like you, a national treasure, kept at home is a deterrent; sent out, it's for expanding territory!"

"Besides, the neighbor next door has been restless lately, always trying to overstep."

"Since you're interested, go help them trim the branches—we'd be happy to see it done."

"Alright!"

Su Ming interrupted his flattery, gazing at the neon lights already lit outside the window, his eyes gradually turning deep and dangerous.

"At 3 a. m., I'll be there on time."

"Don't worry, this trip I won't just trim the branches."

"I also… will loosen their soil as a side task."

Beep—

The phone hung up.

Returning to the hall, dinner was already ready.

Everyone was in good mood, clinking glasses.

Su Ming also didn't stand on ceremony, eating and drinking as he should.

After all, this trip, although well-supplied, will definitely be bloody.

To think of sitting down so peacefully for a hot meal…

I guess we'll have to wait until we overturn that place completely!

Drinks and food are sufficient.

The hour hand points to 8 p. m.

Su Ming set down his glass, took a napkin, and leisurely wiped his mouth.

The motion was slight, but the previously noisy table fell silent instantly.

Everyone was looking at him.

King, it's time to move.

"Mengdie."

Su Ming stood up, adjusted his collar, and spoke casually.

"I'm going out with Magu to handle some matters; I might come back once more, or I might go straight to the airport."

"Back here, Mr. Pang Tong will hold down the fort; you also need to look after things."

Mengdie rose immediately, expression solemn.

"King, do we need to follow?"

"No need."

Su Ming waved his hand, his gaze falling on Magu, who was already ready and eagerly looking at him.

This woman, now excited as if she'd just sucked a bellyful of blood.

Wearing a high-slit cheongsam, she has the elegance of a socialite yet exudes a man-eating aura.

Especially her skin, moist and radiant, a stark contrast to her half-dead appearance this afternoon.

"In some situations…"

Su Ming smiled meaningfully.

"With more people, it's actually harder to act freely."

As soon as he said that, the air suddenly fell silent for a few seconds.

Jingzhe's chicken leg fell from his mouth.

Ling Xi's eyes darted strangely between Su Ming and Magu.

Even Pang Tong and the others had wandering gazes.

The two of them… handling business?

With more people, can't act freely?

"Let's go!"

Su Ming's mouth twitched, a black line on his forehead, and he hurried away.

These people now…

What junk is stuffed in their heads?!

Night Color Bar is like ink.

【Responding Dragon】 car's low-pitched engine roar rose.

Target——

【Golden House】!

Inside the car.

【Magu】 looked through the car window at the rapidly receding streetscape, her whole body slightly trembling, her gaze unfocused.

"Wang……"

She extended her scarlet tongue tip, licking her lips.

"How should we play?"

"Should we just charge in and kill?"

Su Ming turned his head, glancing at the excited 【Magu】.

This woman, like a repressed addict who'd finally seen a mountain of poppies.

"Charge in and kill?"

Su Ming held the steering wheel with one hand, Smile Mask kind-hearted.

"Too crude."

"We are civilized people, what we value is……"

"Exploit a vacancy! Fish in troubled waters! Drag a sheep along! Sneak through Chen Cang! Pull the firewood from under the pot!"

【Magu】 shuddered all over.

Gave a thumbs-up.

"Wang……cultured!"