Chapter 67: Chapter 63: Gold dal Bodyguard White Ears! (Part 2)
The scrawny man touched his nose, plucked his own Immortal Beast from his nostril, and placed it on the black pork for it to enjoy... This Immortal Beast was the size of a black bean, dangling with mucus, and once placed on the black pork, it emitted a "buzzing" sound. It was clearly a fly! However, it took a dive and astonishingly burrowed directly into the pork...
While the Immortal Beast ate, the scrawny man and the fat boss sat beside it, chatting idly.
The fat boss handed the scrawny man a cigarette.
"I heard that the third elder and the tenth elder from Giant Food Mountain have co to West State City.
"The tenth elder has already been taken out. Are you the third elder?"
The scrawny man took the cigarette and nodded.
He glanced at the fat boss and then at the desolate business outside the door, furrowing his brows as he sensed sothing was off.
"Boss, your... your at stall here... the business is way too slow, isn’t it strange?
"What I an is... won’t you attract attention like this?
"Won’t people investigate you?"
The fat boss of the at stall lit a cigarette, took a puff, and laughed.
"Let them check, am I afraid of them checking?
"This at stall was passed down from my dad. It’s been here for decades, afraid of what?
The scrawny man in workwear, who was indeed the third elder from Giant Food Mountain, nodded but still felt sothing was off.
"But... you have no business here. Are you relying on just the Dark World for survival?"
The fat boss shook his head.
"Brother, you’re not aware.
"I have big clients at this at stall who don’t care about these petty buyers.
"My big clients buy hundreds of pounds of pork, beef, lamb, and chicken every day... Well, not too big, but it’s enough to support ."
The scrawny man suddenly understood.
So this fatty has connections?
He curled his lip, inexplicably starting to dislike the fatty.
"Who are you connected with?"
The fat boss grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth that hadn’t been brushed for who knows how long.
"The Immortal Technique Committee!
"Hehehehe."
The scrawny man furrowed his brows, "Are you ssing with ?
"Eating off both the Dark World and the Immortal Technique Committee, aren’t you just dreaming?
The fat boss had an expression of pride, squinting his eyes, and blew a smoke ring.
"What’s wrong with eating off both ends?
"That’s called skill!
"You don’t believe ?"
The fat boss lifted his wrist, shaking his sleeve to reveal a Rolex watch inside.
"In about an hour, the Immortal Technique Committee’s car will co to pick up goods.
"If you have nothing else to do, just wait and see."
The third elder was about to argue a bit more when he suddenly froze.
He recalled that mission... Killing Zhang Yuan from the Immortal Technique Committee would earn him a thousand points!
He paused for a mont, then put on a smile, looked at the fat boss, and gave a thumbs up.
"Haha, big brother, you’re the real deal!
"Little brother has a favor to ask of you.
"Well... you know who I am, and I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a long ti. Can I rest here for a bit?"
The fat boss readily agreed.
"Sure, no problem!
"But there’s no bed here, I’ll find you a board to sleep on..."
...
The rumbling sound was of a stainless steel food cart being pushed into the office.
The one delivering food wasn’t a canteen employee but an Alchemy Dao expert sent from Shangjing, a Sequence Nine [Strawman]. This chubby young man had previously visited West State City with Professor Zhang.
He was seen smiling and handing out lunch boxes to everyone.
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone!
"Today’s al is braised pork, stewed chicken leg, stewed potatoes, and vinegar cabbage. I’ve checked, no poison, so feel free to eat."
Everyone took their lunch boxes one after another.
"Thanks to you too haha, a dignified Strawman, coming to deliver lunch boxes."
"It’s not easy for anyone."
Bai Mo took the steaming hot lunchbox, placed it on the coffee table in front of him, opened the lid, and slled the enticing aroma of braised pork. He scanned it with his divine sense, sniffed lightly, and confird it was non-toxic.
The chubby young fellow, a "Strawman
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