After briefly treating Ellie's wound, Shen Cheng sat in the corner of the cave, looking autistic.

Ai Li came to Shen Cheng and asked cautiously:

"Sir, Ellie is fine. Why do you look so unhappy?"

“…”

Shen Cheng silently stretched out his hands and gently took Ai Li into his arms.

After a moment, Shen Cheng said softly:

"One day, you won't need to cut off your ears anymore. You can walk down the street with integrity. No one will look at you strangely, and no one will arrest you or threaten your safety."

"gentlemen……"

Looking up at Shen Cheng, Ai Li closed her eyes and buried her face in Shen Cheng's chest.

"I believe, I believe, sir, the future will definitely get better..."

After spending some time with these Huanyas, Shen Cheng glanced at the time and figured it was time to go back.

"Mr. Shen Cheng, are you leaving now?"

Daphne looked a little reluctant, and the other Huanyas felt the same way.

After all, the short time that Chen Cheng was around was indeed a very happy time for them.

Sadly, it was a little too short.

"After all, I still have things to do. When I have time, I will come to see you."

After that, Shen Cheng looked at Ai Li.

Ellie also looked at Shen Cheng, and after a moment of struggle, she shook her head.

After all, her injuries have recovered and she has returned to the organization. If she continues to stay with Shen Cheng, she will be an additional burden.

Seeing this, Shen Cheng sighed and did not force it.

After saying goodbye to the Huanyas one by one, Chen Cheng left the cave with the hood in his pocket, under the reluctant gazes of the Huanyas.

The streets of the United States are still very busy during the day, and in such hot weather, many beautiful women in revealing clothes are walking around the streets with their arms around.

Shen Cheng showed no interest in the beauties, but instead focused his attention on a billboard on a building.

[Fox Literature Society’s core headquarters is recruiting rapidly!]

Contact hotline 835-299-436

Contact: Xiao Mengyao

Wow, I don’t know who this Xiao Mengyao is, and how she can hang such an advertisement in such a conspicuous place.

I guess everyone who can enter this Fox Literature Society must be handsome men and beautiful women, right?

When Shen Cheng returned to the hotel, it was already afternoon.

And tomorrow is the day of the US arms display.

As expected, after the US put on a show that day, a quarter of the representatives from various countries on this trip had already left.

However, those who left were all unimportant representatives, and the bigwigs who were very concerned about the situation in the United States basically stayed here.

Well, there are also some people who flatter the United States, but I won’t mention them one by one.

When he came upstairs, Shen Cheng also saw Han Kunping and Dean Han.

"I'm back."

Seeing Chen Cheng, Han Kunping was not surprised at all, and just asked lightly:

"How about it?"

"It went very smoothly."

"That's good."

After this incoherent conversation, the two separated.

Arriving in front of his room, Shen Cheng opened the door and walked in.

The first thing Chen Cheng saw when he entered was Mu Bing, Qi Bisi and Chu Yu sitting in a circle on the bed, playing the game of slapping turtles.

Needless to say, Mu Bing and Chu Yu both had cold expressions. Naturally, they won more than they lost, and there were only a few sparse pieces of paper stuck on their faces.

As for Qibisi... the piece of paper stuck on her face was like a flat crown, almost covering Qibisi's face.

Even worse than Milk Tea who used to play the turtle-drawing game with me.

Chen Cheng felt that next time when everyone drew the turtle together, they could put the standing ribbon on it, which might increase Nai Cha's confidence in playing this game.

"Phoenix is ​​back!"

Seeing Shen Cheng coming in, Mu Bing immediately got out of bed and walked barefoot to Shen Cheng.

Chen Cheng bent down and picked up Mu Bing, then said:

"Don't run around barefoot."

"Feng, if you don't come back at night, Huang will be guarding the nest alone."

Mu Bing seemed a little resentful.

Shen Cheng scratched the back of his head awkwardly and said with a smile:

"Sorry, sorry. I'll tell you next time."

Mu Bing shook his head and said:

"Feng can be out for as long as she wants. I will always be waiting for her, as long as she comes back safely."

Although Mu Bing spoke coldly, Shen Cheng felt warm inside.

Looking over here, Chu Yu also said lightly:

"Brother, welcome back."

"Wooah! Bro!"

Qibisi ran to Chen Cheng crying, but Chen Cheng was already holding Mu Bing in his arms and could not hold Qibisi anymore.

"Brother, Mu Bing and Xiao Yu are bullying me!"

Chen Cheng said mercilessly: "It's because you are not good at playing games."

"Ah!"

Qibis covered his flat chest with his hands, and his whole appearance became gloomy.

Faced with such a qibisi, Shen Cheng chose to ignore it, walked past the qibisi and went to the soft big bed.

"Wow, brother doesn't love me anymore..."

Qibisi's sudden addition made Shen Cheng stumble.

After stabilizing himself, Shen Cheng slowly took out a dark purple feather from his pocket.

"Brother? What are you doing? This is domestic violence!"

"Hahaha! Bro! I was wrong, bro! Ahaha... I was wrong!"

"Ha... I... I can't do it anymore... Let me rest for a while... Don't... Ha..."

…

In the blink of an eye, it was the next morning.

After having breakfast, representatives from various countries and their accompanying personnel began to wait in the lobby for the American reception staff.

Han Kunping was initially wearing shorts and slippers, with a cigarette in his mouth, looking as if he was planning to visit the arms market like this, not giving the United States any face at all.

But after much persuasion from He Weijiang and Acheson, Han Kunping went back upstairs and changed into a stuffy formal suit.

After waiting for a while, the US representative finally arrived.

The leader was none other than Frank, the director of the Dawn Research Institute, and following behind him was the Seraph Gabriel.

Gabriel, who was following behind Frank, had a conflicted look on his face, and the claw blade in his hand appeared and disappeared from time to time.

Frank didn't realize that he had been stabbed by the Grim Reaper's scythe for quite some time. As soon as he came in, he smiled and said:

"Good morning, everyone! Welcome to the US! How have you been doing in the US these past few days?"

"I'm doing very well."

“The service in the US is so thoughtful!”

Some representatives cooperated and echoed a few times, while representatives from China and Xiong countries snorted coldly and did not give any face at all.

Frank was not annoyed, and said with a faint smile:

"Today is our American arms display. The vehicles are parked at the hotel entrance. Please follow me."

Gabriel, who was behind Frank, looked at Shen Cheng at this time.

She said she was looking at Chen Cheng, but in fact she was looking at Mu Bing in Chen Cheng's arms. After all, the aura of Mu Bing made her very curious.

But before he knew it, Gabriel's attention shifted to Shen Cheng.

Why does this Chinese guy feel... familiar?