Chapter 38: The Team’s Collective Outrage

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A new day began, and the women of the Shi family continued their arduous labor. They moved stones from behind the tarpaulin to the front. Under the amateur direction of Shi Yuebai, Nong Yasi screened some fine gravel and mixed it by hand with cement, then used it to build a wall alongside the larger stones. Between the two curved rubble walls, Shi Yuebai specifically left an opening—a very large one.

The information for the day concerned the Dongshan Slaughterhouse; it described how many strange events had occurred there over the past few days. Nightingale, dressed in professional attire, had just received a call from Director Li, who informed her that all vampires within the borders of China had been eradicated. Lu Changle desperately wanted to forge them into a brave, disciplined, and battle-hardened unit, but they simply refused to cooperate. "In that case," he said, "go to the Beiping Hotel where I'm staying first. I'll get you a private room where you can take a hot bath, get a good night's sleep, and rest for a while."

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As soon as Shawn entered the living room, he was met with a sight that left him speechless: Wednesday and three other gnomes were huddled together playing cards, the table piled high with acorns used as chips. The remaining gnomes stood around watching intently, so engrossed that they didn't even notice Shawn walking upstairs.

The Gate of the World is a top-tier holy artifact, but fusing it with this world requires a massive amount of energy as support. With a flick of his mind, he channeled the power of the Supreme Law into the void, instantly tearing open a pitch-black passage.

Eventually, the promotional video for this game's CG began to veer off-topic, with everyone debating the identity of the developer, wondering how they could possibly know so much about the Elf Continent. At the very least, they must be a professor-level figure in Elf Studies from some university. Occasionally, one could see black shadows drifting past the dim windows—Ghost-type elves had occupied the house.

Fu Hongfei’s long hair whipped about as she coiled around a gunman's neck, looking up toward Xie Liquan on the wall. After a brief introduction and exchange of pleasantries, Liu Qing took a few extra looks at Wang Qiao and even chatted with him politely. This wedding banquet was crucial to her promotion to catering manager, so Wang Lian couldn't sit still; she kept running between the front desk and the entrance, looking around anxiously.

For example, the power generated by a steam engine, through connections and output, could drive many spinning machines simultaneously. With uniform and stable force, this not only increased spinning efficiency dozens of times over but also produced higher-quality thread. Xu Xiaoxiao had assumed Li Man would be happy to accept, but to her surprise, Li Man declared that she wanted nothing but the child, which only deepened Xu Xiaoxiao’s confusion. During the meal, everyone tacitly avoided talking about what had happened that afternoon; it would have been inappropriate.

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Zhou Ruomei pretended not to hear. She gently stroked the inside of the silver-wire soft armor; it felt cool and smooth. She thought to herself that the armor was impervious to blades and arrows, and that the stronger one's internal energy, the greater the resistance it offered. It also maintained a constant temperature—cool in summer and warm in winter. It was cool now in the summer, but she wondered what it would feel like in the winter.

While all the players were immersed in the grind of killing monsters and leveling up, a new storm was already brewing. The other company heads, even including Cao Wei, felt a tinge of regret; it was clear they had missed their chance to speak with the district mayor. Since the final meat shield for blood and defense had been so severely injured, the consequences would have been unimaginable if Chen Hao had been the one taking the Golden Wolf's attack head-on.

Reaching the window, Jiang Jun pointed at the meat buns leaking juice and held up two fingers, then gestured to the steamed flower rolls and held up ten. This was their first time standing face-to-face, and Zhao Dangshi realized that although Zuo Menggeng was young, he had already grown quite tall, nearly matching his own height—a clear sign he had inherited his father's imposing stature. Watching the eleven combat puppets kneeling on the ground, a look of excitement appeared on Yang Feng’s face, and he hurriedly shouted a response.