That's a strange statement.

Du Lushu's expression was a half-smile, filled with deep confusion, showing that he himself was also very puzzled by the situation.

"There are many maintainers inside, and even more natives. They serve the maintainers wholeheartedly and call them honored guests."

Cheng Shuang thought of 'purple eggplant' and guessed, "Could it be that the people here want to get the maintainers' supplies? That's why they're trying to please the maintainers?"

"If only it were that simple!" he sighed. "Remember to change your shoes when you have the chance; I was completely sold out because of that one small detail."

The little girl glanced at her feet, then thought about the cloth shoes of the three boys, and nodded silently.

"What do we do now?" She found a corner with her back to the window and door, leaned against the wall, and stared blankly at the ticket. At this moment, the little red dot became four. Except for the red dot representing Du Lushui, the other three were all gathered together, obviously they had all been invited into the central city.

Du Lushui approached, took out his own ticket, and compared it with the others. "Looks like they've met up." He let out a soft sigh, his emotions somewhat relieved. "At least someone can keep an eye on my brother."

Cheng Shuang understood his pressure. After all, Uncle Du Lanshan was the kind of person who was easily corrupted by sweet words. It wasn't that he lacked a firm stance, but rather that although he appeared fierce, he was more soft-hearted and emotional than the others in the convenience store.

"Try to find the last person at our rest stop who hasn't entered the 'Abyss' yet. We'll collect data inside. If we're discovered, don't resist."

"Let's agree on two times! Let's find a way to exchange information?" The girl had no objections and suggested, "How about at dawn and noon, at the city gate, depending on the situation?"

Du Lushui looked down at her with curiosity, then patted her head approvingly, "You're quite clever!"

Cheng Shuang sniffed, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Is this place far from the city center?"

"It's not close; it takes about forty minutes to walk there if you walk fast."

How many kilometers is it?

"About eight kilometers." But Du Lushu thought of the little girl's height, touched her nose and changed her words, "At your speed, it might take more than an hour to walk."

Cheng Shuang had already perfectly ignored the discrimination others made against her height. She spread her hands and whispered, "Three walkie-talkies with new batteries and a communication range of more than eight kilometers."

Du Lushui raised her eyebrows in confusion. Soon, three dark shadows suddenly appeared before her eyes, smashing straight towards those fair and white hands.

"Watch out!" Du Lushui warned, quickly taking out a towel from her spatial storage and catching the three walkie-talkies, each the size of a sunglasses case, in place of the little girl.

He said, unable to hide his worry, "Next time we can't just accept it blindly."

Cheng Shuang nodded quickly. She hadn't expected the walkie-talkie to be so hard, as solid as a brick.

"I've put two away. Don't use them unless something unexpected happens," Du Lushui instructed.

After the two discussed for a few more minutes, Cheng Shuang was wheeled out of the room, along with a bag of hawthorn candy balls.

The little girl picked up the bag of candy balls from the ground, dusted it off, and turned around to see the waiter carrying a plate of delicious food. When he saw her and the bag of snacks, his eyes inevitably showed envy and admiration.

Cheng Shuang smiled at him and glanced at the tray out of the corner of her eye; the dishes on it looked perfectly normal.

The waiter was in a hurry to deliver the food, so he only nodded hastily before brushing past the little girl who was protectively shielding his view with her arm and heading towards the room...

Several guests were already seated in the lobby. Upon hearing footsteps, they looked up and saw a pair of small cloth shoes. The owner of the shoes was a young girl. Even though she had a delicate face and captivating peach blossom eyes, they still looked down without interest and continued to savor the delicious food on their plates.

Cheng Shuang walked down the stairs without looking to the side. The aroma of brown sugar was overwhelming, and she could tell without even looking that sugar was an essential ingredient in every dish.

She left the restaurant, took a deep breath, and prepared to head in the direction Du Lushui had pointed. She had only taken two steps when she heard someone call out behind her, "Hey, wait a minute!"

She didn't want to pay attention, but pedestrians on the street stopped and looked around subconsciously, their gazes finally settling on her.

Especially when the other person called out, "The lady who gave us candy," the passersby's eyes changed from curiosity to inquiry. The little girl puffed out her cheeks and looked back, only to see three boys running towards her, panting.

She glared at them with a forced smile.

Even a fool should now realize how precious and important sugar is to people in this world.

She should be glad that she has small hands; she could only grab less than ten pieces of candy at the time, each piece about the size of a lozenge.

They were simply taking advantage of her inability to 'speak'.

As the three approached, Cheng Shuang immediately put on her dramatic act, clutching her bag and fearfully backing away, watching them warily while waving her hands erratically in a gesture of refusal.

"I told you she didn't have any candy." Cheng Wudong panted impatiently, baring his teeth at Cheng Shuang.

Chengwu Chun was clearly disappointed as well, only Tian Sanlang looked at her expectantly, "Miss, we'd like to exchange some with you..."

Before the words were even finished, a furious shout suddenly erupted from the other end of the road, "What are you doing? I'm not going with you! What 'honored guest' nonsense? If you come any closer, I won't be polite!"

"Oh! A distinguished guest has arrived?" Cheng Wudong's eyes lit up, and he pulled Cheng Wuchun toward the source of the voice. Not only the three children, but also other pedestrians seemed to be attracted by the words "distinguished guest," their eyes shining as they excitedly went to greet them, their posture just like some elderly people grabbing discounted goods in a supermarket.

Before they could even get there, a flash of light appeared, someone screamed, and then a man wearing shorts, a T-shirt, and a plaid shirt ran out from around the corner.

He was followed by seven or eight people.

When he noticed four or five pedestrians on the north-south road, he immediately frowned and shouted sternly, "Get out of my way! Anyone who dares to stop me, don't blame me for hurting you!"

Unfortunately, his threats were ineffective.

Cheng Shuang saw the previously calm pedestrians suddenly burst forth with an incomprehensible enthusiasm, all rushing towards the protector.

Besides Cheng Wuchun and his three children.

It was Tasaburo who stopped the Shiro brothers. The little girl turned her head and saw that he was not unmoved by the matter of chasing and blocking the protectors. His eyes were burning, but his expression was calm as he stopped the Shiro brothers.

"It's not our turn, don't waste your time, it'll only hurt you and be a loss!"

After saying that, the three children all turned to Cheng Shuang with their eyes on him.

Cheng Shuang immediately looked at the protector with alertness, staring at him with the same intensity she would when looking at ice cream, trying to synchronize her movements with the natives.

Cheng Wudong scoffed, "Oh dear, look at your skinny arms and legs, it's no use rushing over there!"

As if to prove his words, a dozen natives surrounded and attacked a protector. Even though the protector's skills were not offensive, they were not something an ordinary person could easily fight back against. In the midst of the firelight, one of the natives was sent flying, his head hitting the wall directly, blood splattering everywhere.