"Hmm...this looks familiar."

By the window, Aina watched the disappearing figure and pondered.

Where have I seen this before...?

"Little Nana, time to eat."

Aina's eyes lit up. She had to admit that Zhuge Ling's cooking skills were truly exceptional!

After falling asleep at night, Zhuge Ling quietly left the place.

"Master, you know about this game too?"

Qin Sheng nodded and said, "That's right. Baker is also one of the victims of this game. Arranging for Aina was to evoke his empathy."

Recalling Baker's expression during the day, it was clearly a very successful move.

"They're really bored out of their minds," Zhuge Ling complained.

"They really have a lot of free time, which is why they create all sorts of games."

Qin Sheng calmly said, "Besides these, there are also those who trample on morality, those who love great things become executioners, and those who are pure-hearted warriors draw minotaurs, and so on."

"It can only be said that, no matter where you are, there is a wide range of job opportunities."

"Is this what you call a contrast?" Zhuge Ling was speechless.

"The gist is fine. In short, if you really want to stay in Dream City for a long time, you have to abandon human ethics and morality first," Qin Sheng concluded.

Zhuge Ling shook her head; this place was not suitable for her.

"What's wrong?"

Qin Sheng asked playfully, "Can't bear to do it?"

"If I say I can't bear it, then can the leader spare Aina?" Zhuge Ling asked in return.

Qin Sheng was somewhat surprised: "I thought you were a modern-day Jia."

Who is that?

"A person who can always find a way to solve a problem, and you don't need to worry about what that way is."

Zhuge Ling nodded: "It really does look a bit like it."

"So you really can't bear to do it?" Qin Sheng asked curiously.

"I wouldn't say I feel anything, but I do feel a little annoyed," Zhuge Ling said, pursing her lips.

"Oh, okay? Then go play by yourself."

"Um?"

Zhuge Ling pointed to herself: "Should I go, or should I go with the believers?"

"It will be all right."

Qin Sheng said calmly, "Let's change our mindset. Now our Creation Cult can start not eating beef."

Why don't you eat beef jerky?

Qin Sheng: ...

"You'd better not get in my way. Send the person to the massage parlor the day after tomorrow, and let them go wherever they want."

"Okay."

Time flew by, and Zhuge Ling used all her skills to feed Aina for two days.

"I have to go to work."

Aina looked at the message on her phone, patted her belly, and wondered if she had gotten bigger.

"Come on, have another bite."

"I can't take it anymore, I really can't keep eating like this, or I'll lose my job."

Zhuge Ling sighed, "Alright, you can have that lollipop, it's sweet."

"Is it sweet...?"

Aina nodded and picked a strawberry-flavored lollipop.

"They're gone."

Zhuge Ling nodded and watched her leave, saying, "I should go too."

With a loud bang, countless people looked up at the sky, only to see a clear, bright sky.

"A thunderclap in broad daylight, it seems she's really planning something."

Qin Sheng smiled and didn't take it to heart.

As he said, the Creation Church can now abstain from beef.

As a homebody, Zhuge Ling's reaction time was ridiculously slow; if she went anywhere else, her followers would start seeking revenge.

Even worse, some directly use the name of religious believers to act tyrannically.

Just avoid Cao Guangxing's territory; that guy truly has the guts to fight to the death.

As for other places, all I can say is freedom.

At this moment, the person arrived at the entrance of the Moyu Home.

Qin Sheng pressed the button on his earpiece and slowly said, "Lord Green, it's time to begin."

...

"Mr. Mike, welcome, welcome."

Irving smiled and went up, while Baker got out of the car.

This time, only Irving and Ina were there to welcome him.

The latter winked at him, as if to say that they had met again, but Baker did not react and his cheeks puffed out a little.

Baker's lips twitched beneath his mask, and he forced a nod in response, finally silencing the other person's expression.

"This way, please. Let's go inside and talk in detail."

After saying that, Owen looked at Aina, who stepped forward and said, "Mr. Mike, this way please."

Guided by the signs, we arrived at a familiar room.

"Miss Aina, please prepare some tea."

"Okay, boss."

After Aina poured tea for Baker, Owen joked, "Mr. Mike, wouldn't you like to try the tea that Miss Aina brewed herself?"

"Let's wait for a chance. Right now, we have important things to do, don't we?"

Aina also expressed her support, saying, "Why drink anything? In Dream City, when you go out, don't drink anything other than what you bring with you."

"Well then, boss, Mr. Mike, I'll head out now."

"Um."

With only the two of them left, Owen took a sip of tea and said, "Let's get straight to the point. How much does that gentleman know about the Mo Bath House?"

“Integrating elixirs, underground laboratories, and technicians,” Mike said calmly.

Owen's pupils contracted, a hint of apprehension in his eyes: "Who's so perceptive?"

"So you need to assess whether the information you provide satisfies the other party."

Mike said calmly, "I believe a day is enough time for you to make contingency plans."

Irving didn't deny it, nodding and saying, "I understand, but I'm afraid you'll have to take the next piece of information with a grain of salt."

Tell me about it.

"Since you know about the fusion pills, you must also know who made them."

"Qin Sheng".

“Not much,” Owen said slowly. “We can’t figure out what he’s doing, but the reason we’re doing this experiment is because of a successful case.”

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