The atmosphere in the meeting room was particularly awkward.
Lux sensed the terrifying aura receding; clearly, the silver-armored corpse had escaped, and judging from the direction it was heading, it was heading out of San Francisco.
This is a terrible legacy problem. The people at the FBI's San Francisco office should be indignant, submit their pledges, roll up their sleeves, go shirtless, and shout to ensure that the Silver Armor Corpse is brought to justice.
But it's none of their business if they want to leave San Francisco!
Peter suppressed a laugh and launched into a long speech in official jargon, which made Fang Zong's face darken, and he yawned.
Finally, Peter said, "Treat the wounded first, Fang. The rest will be in your hands. We'll reward you after the treatment is complete."
"Okay," Fang Zong readily agreed.
But I couldn't help but look in the direction of Carmel-by-the-Sea.
Just then, his phone rang. Fang Zong smiled, apologized, and left the room.
It was an international call. After Fang Zong answered, he called out, "Mom!"
"Ah Zong, are you alright?" The mother's voice was a little choked up.
Fang Zong's eyes reddened, and he replied, "Everything is fine." After thinking for a moment, he added, "I'll be back soon, so don't worry."
Fang's mother started talking: "That's good. I was worried you wouldn't be used to it. By the way, your cousin came to visit me during the New Year and brought a box of Wahaha Eight Treasure Porridge. I tried it, and it tastes just like the one you ate when you were little. What kind of Eight Treasure Porridge is this now? It's all made with Job's tears. I know you like it, so I mailed it to you..."
Fang Zong: "...Mom, the postage alone is more than this!"
"It's just that we feel you don't have it over there!" The other person laughed, paused for a moment, and said, "Ah Zong, if you're doing well over there, then stay."
"fine."
"Now that the ghostly energy has resurfaced, if it's safer over there, you should stay. Is it because you can't stay in America? Then come back!"
"No, I will definitely go back!"
Fang Zong sniffed. Just then, the door behind him opened. After exchanging a few pleasantries, Fang Zong hung up the phone.
Peter laughed behind Fang Zong: "Is it Auntie?"
"Hmm." Fang Zong rubbed his nose.
"Those who should stay should stay, acquire some property, and bring your aunt and the others over."
Peter offered his earnest advice.
Fang Zong shook his head: "I don't own any businesses."
"No, you'll have it soon."
Peter smiled meaningfully, but Fang Zong didn't take it seriously. In fact, even if he owned businesses, he had no intention of staying in the United States, let alone bringing his family over.
From the student's perspective, returning home to utilize their talents is every overseas student's wish. From the parents' perspective, after bringing them over, their decades-long social circle is gone. Can they really live comfortably?
Peter observed Fang Zong's expression and shook his head, saying, "You really don't plan to stay?"
Fang Zong just smiled.
Peter sighed, "You're too honest."
"Well, honesty is one of my virtues too." Fang Zong couldn't help but laugh.
If he had told Peter to his face that he was going to leave, Peter might have sent some people to get close to him, make friends, and have tea, out of consideration for Peter's feelings. But if he had said that he wanted to stay but was secretly leaving, the people monitoring him would have had a different meaning.
It's very likely... he'll be carrying a gun, a sniper rifle!
There was a whole group!
At this moment, some wounded soldiers were carried into the house, and more than a dozen leaders also left the room.
Fang Zong put on sterile gloves and a mask, stretched his shoulders, and smiled, "There are quite a few injured people. I'm afraid I need some things to replenish the physical exhaustion caused by using the technique."
Peter was very generous: "Tell me what you need, and I'll give you as much as you can."
"Ginseng, deer antler, abalone, donkey-hide gelatin, seahorse, musk, shark fin, bear paw, cordyceps sinensis—the more precious the better, and the older the better."
“Of course,” Peter instructed.
These are all top-quality tonics, and they must be aged and have strong medicinal properties. They are difficult for ordinary people to obtain, but for the FBI, they are just trivial matters.
Besides, treating so many wounded soldiers must have been very taxing for Fang.
“Send half to the East. You surely know my address there.”
Peter: "...⊙0⊙..."
...
"docter party!"
Hi, dear Fang!
"Agent Fang, I wish you a happy belated New Year in the East!"
The town of Carmel still needed to be inspected, so we didn't enter the town.
The room on the beach was frequently visited by people who brought many expensive tonics. They were all very polite to the guests and addressed them with respectful titles.
Some people familiar with Donggu (South Korea) still remember that today is the fourth day of the Lunar New Year in Donggu.
Fang Zong's reputation has already spread. His medical skills are amazing, and his derailment collision with Yasuo clearly shows that he is no ordinary logistics personnel.
"Maybe, before long, League of Legends will create a hero based on me, a support/medic?"
Fang Zong chuckled.
His hands never stopped, gently stroking the wounded.
"Dingdang, you've sensed ghostly energy +1!"
"Double kill! Touched ghost energy +1!"
"Triblekill! Touching ghost energy +1, ghost energy fusion, yang energy +1!"
………………
Almost all the agents who entered the town were injured, and together with those from last night, there were more than two hundred formidable-looking people.
These people, anywhere else, would be outstanding individuals, but now...
They're all Fang Zong's ammunition packs!
"Hey, Fang, the best logistics agent, your medical skills, in the words of the Dongguo people, are simply divine, incredibly amazing!" A bearded agent praised in fluent Dongguo language.
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