The tower received a notification tone on its communicator that rent had been deducted.
"Ding-dong - Mix East District Residential Building has collected 145 contribution points from you. Your current balance is 0 contribution points."
Only then did he belatedly realize that the 100 contribution points he had previously sold to Mr. Donov were still with him, and now, together with his original balance and the remaining balance from the sale, they had been directly deducted from his account by the base.
He currently has 255 contribution points remaining in debt.
He became worried, and Xiaobai, who was in his backpack, finally took advantage of the fact that no one was around to jump out and snuggle against his neck to comfort him, while also giving him advice.
"What? Is this really necessary?"
"That's...that's too dangerous." Bretta stammered, trembling with fear at the audacious suggestion, yet his heart was pounding with excitement. He hadn't eaten all morning, and he couldn't help but swallow hard as he listened.
Xiao Bai stretched out a vine, wrapped it around a hard potato that she had bought late last night and was now completely cold, pulled it out of her backpack, and handed it to him, repeatedly urging him on.
Bretta felt a wavering in his resolve. He licked his lips and asked again, "...You mean, the most dangerous place is the safest place?"
"That seems to make a lot of sense."
Fifteen minutes after Britta left the 27th floor, and just three minutes after a washed-up colonel had ruthlessly hung up on his friend, the door to safe house 2701 in Klindall was carefully knocked on from the outside.
Lin Dao opened the door, his face tense and menacing, his eyes coldly looking down at the child who had returned. All his emotions were suppressed in his listless, drooping black eyes.
"...What are you doing?" He opened his mouth with his thin lips pressed tightly together, his voice a little hoarse and low.
Standing at the door, Bryta, who was starving, smelled the enticing aroma that made him dizzy and swallowed hard.
He carefully held the roasted potato in his hands and presented it to the man like a treasure, observing the man's downcast expression. He then raised his innocent-looking face, his beautiful almond-shaped eyes glancing at him quickly like a small animal's, before immediately lowering his head, biting his lip, and awkwardly asking ingratiatingly:
"Mr. Lin Dao, I'm giving you my last food. Could you... take me in?"
Author's Note: Thank you for your support! *kissing sounds* Also, thank you everyone for praising me before; this lazy, slacker is about to straighten up! Happy Lunar New Year!
It's almost the end of the month, time to fill up the nutrient solution!
Thank you to all the little angels who voted for me or watered my plants with nutrient solution between 16:27:17 on January 24, 2022 and 19:09:54 on January 25, 2022!
Thank you to the little angels who threw the deep-sea torpedoes: Little Bouncing (21); Big Maine Coon (1);
Thank you to the little angel who launched the rocket: Bailuzhou (1 rocket);
Thank you to the little angel who threw the grenade: Bailuzhou (1 grenade);
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Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution: 6 bottles outside Chang'an City; 3 bottles in the warehouse looking for books; 1 bottle from 52895682;
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