The Black-haired Pig Demon, eyes fixed on Serena, roared at Ming, "You better not let out! Or you'll et a dire end!"
"Thank you for the reminder," Ming replied.
Erging from the tent, Ming brought in a group of stunning dancers, lining them up before the Black-haired Pig Demon. He instructed Serena to lead the dance, one that would leave one restless through the night, a dance that would cause the heart to flutter with longing.
As the command was given, the Black-haired Pig Demon stared intently, exclaiming, "You... you've played thoroughly, you damned rascal!"
Ming glanced at Lopene and called over Aiyana, who, despite her dance-like movents, possessed the skill to collect money.
"Ti to collect the debts!" The debt-collection team would leave you penniless in a single go, with considerate services, and even a dance to enjoy. Truly an impeccable treatnt for their clients.
Monts later, the Black-haired Pig Demon, now beaten and bruised, knelt on the ground, its defenses shattered, murmuring, "I am the damned rascal."
Smack!
Ming slapped the demon on its head, reprimanding, "Don't belittle yourself."
The Black-haired Pig Demon, seeing the sharp blade now pressed against its neck, whispered softly, "I truly respect and admire you."
"Mm," Ming nodded, standing up and taking out a syringe. He drew blood from the Pig Demon and began administering injections to Napoleon's top generals.
Of course, Raoul, Frank, and the others didn't miss this opportunity.
Looking at the now-pale Black-haired Pig Demon, he suggested it consu more red dates in the future. Having finished his business, Ming exchanged glances with Napoleon.
[Your Napoleon has activated his ability on the Black-haired Pig Demon. Collection successful.]
[Your Napoleon ends his journey. Backpack items are automatically transferred to the warehouse.]
[Your Napoleon looks at you. "Ming, lend this pig for a few days. I want to use it to unify the mists."]
"Patience. Once I've tad it, I'll hand it over," Ming said, patting Napoleon's head. Truth be told, the Black-haired Pig Demon's behavior was too 'ordinary', and he didn't dare let Napoleon take sole control of it. If he wanted control, it would only be after Ming had 'tad' it himself.
"Let's go ho."
Ming gestured and climbed into the Kubo car, cradling Napoleon in his arms. Surrounding the car was an imnse army of zombies, exotic beasts, and boar n. Wherever they went, sand dunes beca flatlands.
Mist of the 109th.
[Your Napoleon gazes at the sketch you drew. He understands. He instructs the massive army behind him to rest in place, forbidding them from stepping out of the mist. Those who defy this order will be executed.]
[Your Napoleon leaps out of the mist, urging you to hurry up. He's already impatient to see rlin and give the poisonous mushroom to her.]
"~"
Ming smiled. Sure enough, Napoleon, the frog, was still his sa old self. Yet, for a brief mont just now, Ming felt Napoleon truly embodied the aura of a great general. He glanced back at the tens of thousands of zombies, then turned and stepped out of the mist.
Back ho, Ming was called away by David to head towards the trading city.
[Your Napoleon bounces over to rlin. "Do you like the poisonous mushroom? If you do, I'll bring you more next ti. Now, help enhance my poison resistance~"]
[Your rlin pats Napoleon's head, the latter feels pain yet rejoices in it.]
[Your Da Vinci and Foodie squat nearby, extending their claws to poke at Napoleon, surprised that he didn't die. "What a pity~"]
"~~"
As Ming reached the trading city and entered the rear courtyard, he walked into a reception hall where a stranger sat, tearing voraciously into a leg of lamb.
Ming turned his gaze to David, who reassured him, "Don't worry, not that lamb who was in Digennaro's temple. It's very safe."
"That's..."
As the stranger saw Ming, he imdiately stood up, swallowing the piece of at in his mouth. His face turned beet red from the effort. Pounding his chest to ease the descent of the obstructing food, he nervously and awkwardly said, "Are you, Gutman? I've admired you for so long. Today, I finally get to et you in person. I'm so excited! Hello~ Hello~" He quickly extended his hand for a handshake.I think you should take a look at
"Hello~ Hello~"
Ming also extended his gloved hand for the shake.
David, standing off to the side, spoke up, "This is the man I ntioned before. After a brief chat earlier, I found out he knows Janice."
"Good. Let's talk more."
Ming's heart skipped a beat. He sat down beside the stranger, observing Lusen, and noticed fresh wounds on his face. Ming offered, "Continue eating. I have coffee, cola, and iced tea here, drink whatever you like."
"Thank you~ Thank you~" Lusen expressed gratefully.
Lusen picked up a bottle of iced tea, twisted open the cap, and took a large gulp. After finishing the drink, he took a deep breath and said, "He and I were under the sa store manager. I arrived at the store a month before he did. When he joined, I took him under my wing, like an apprentice. I rember his electric scooter; he bought it with borrowed money. He was thin and frail, barely a presence, and wore glasses."
"Mm."
Ming and David exchanged a glance, sitting quietly on the sofa, intent on not missing any detail.
Lusen continued, "To be honest, he's the smartest person I've ever t. To speed up his deliveries, he marked every neighborhood, shortcut, and detour within the surrounding area on his phone map. He went from completing just over a dozen deliveries a day to handling over thirty. His efforts were truly astonishing."
"Mm."
Hearing this, Ming wasn't surprised. After all, it is not a big deal for soone capable of programming artificial intelligence.
"Moreover," Lusen added, "he was quite skilled with computers and knew how to program. When my computer caught a virus, he was the one who fixed it for . I've always wondered, with such talents, why he endured the hardships we did. He never wanted to discuss it, so I never pressed the matter further."
"Mm."
At this point, Ming was pondering—it seed increasingly likely that this was the Janice he was looking for.
"He's a good person," Lusen mused, "but rather reserved. How should I put this—it sotis felt like he was from a different world. Despite the ti we spent together, there was always sothing that seed to separate us. It was strange, perhaps a matter of personality. One of his quirks was that he often talked to himself. Sotis he appeared quite happy; at other tis, he seed profoundly sad."
"Mm."
Ming picked up an apple, polished it against his clothes, and took a bite.
"Once," Lusen recalled, "our store organized a dinner gathering. After a few drinks, it was clear he couldn't hold his liquor, so I took him ho. His rented room was filled with various computer components and rows of monitors flashing lines of code. Everything was quite old and worn. I later learned that he gathered these pieces from junkyards and second-hand shops. The most astonishing part was, that evening as I helped him ho, a small LCD screen actually greeted . I later found out that it was a prototype for a small artificial intelligence nad 'Little A' he was working on."
"..."
As Ming chewed his apple, he nodded to himself. He had found them: Janice, Little A.
"After so ti," Lusen continued, "he resigned. I saw him once after that. We talked about his work; he seed to be employed by a gaming company called 'A &P' with a rather generous salary. After that, I lost touch with him, and soon after, I moved back to my hotown."
Ming then inquired, "Do you still rember the location of his rented place?"
"I rember."
Lusen responded effortlessly, "Back then, most of the couriers in our area lived in the sa street, all rented from the sa landlord. That landlord was an absolute swindler, and I'll never forget him."
"Alright."
Ming took out a map and slid it across to Lusen. "Mark it for , please."
"No problem, no need to be formal. It's right here—either Building 9 or 11, definitely on the third floor."
Lusen picked up a pen and circled a spot on the map. He was curious about why Ming was seeking Janice, but he held his tongue. Sotis, it's better to know less.
"Thank you."
A mont later, Ming retrieved the map and returned to Building 109. Standing on the rooftop, he gazed down at the red circle on the map. After a pause, he lifted his head and turned to look southward.
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