Xia Chuhe looked around at the remaining fifteen mercenaries. Were there any members of the Lighthouse among them?
Are Wang Yan and Lao Qin the real people? Are they credible?
What is Sister Li's stance?
Of the twenty-one people who entered the instance together, apart from Lu Dangui, Xia Chuhe was the only one who could be trusted.
If there are still members of the Lighthouse among the mercenaries, they will definitely target Xia Chuhe in order to sabotage Five Star Company's operations.
Xia Chuhe lowered his eyes, first checking the situation of the instance. If high combat power wasn't required, he needed to find a way to separate himself from these people.
She clenched the letter in her hand, about to open it—
A tall, fat duck walked out of the campus.
The fat duck held its neck straight up, trying its best to appear taller.
But even with its distinctive, upright duck-like head feathers, it doesn't exceed 1.7 meters in height.
The fat duck was wearing a striped shirt, with a mismatched bow tie tied in front of its bulging breasts. Thin strips of black cloth were wrapped around its two legs; if you looked at them with a magnifying glass, you could guess that the cloth was the fat duck's suit trousers.
The fat duck cawed and straightened its bow tie with its wing. As it retracted its wing, it dusted off non-existent dust from its trousers.
Xia Chuhe recalled the principal's speech at the high school opening ceremony...
Her high school principal also liked to wear striped shirts and trousers, and would deliberately cough a few times and adjust his clothes before speaking...
Xia Chuhe lowered his eyes, concealing his smile.
The fat duck quacked again: "Welcome to school, everyone! I am your Dean of Students, Wang Tao. Please line up and follow me into the school."
Fat Duck Old Wang speaks Mandarin, but his pronunciation of the word "qin" (亲, meaning "dear") is strange, like a Henan dialect.
The evolved beings lined up obediently.
Old Wang muttered to himself, "Hey, these little bastards are malnourished. They need a good feeding."
He didn't lower his voice, and everyone heard what he said.
Many people are wondering to themselves, what does "填填" mean?
Malnutrition can be addressed by simply replenishing nutrients, right?
Old Wang didn't say much and turned back to school.
As it turned around, its plump buttocks, not fully covered by its clothes, were revealed, sticking out prominently behind it and swaying back and forth as it walked.
In real life, a duck's bottom that's smaller than the palm of your hand is quite cute.
But if there's a duck's butt bigger than a human head in front of you, its wiggling will only make people feel nauseous.
...
Xia Chuhe asked Wang Yan behind him in a low voice, "How are you recovering?"
Wang Yan chuckled self-deprecatingly: "With millions injected into my body, I'm incredibly strong now."
Xia Chuhe: This unreliable behavior... at least, it's certain that Wang Yan isn't a member of the Lighthouse team.
The moment I stepped into the school, my phone, which was pressed against my combat uniform, vibrated; it was a new message from the farm.
To ensure she didn't miss any farm notifications, Xia Chuhe had specifically set up message alerts. She secretly opened the farm app on her wristwatch and, sure enough, there was an unread message—
A special copy of **Raptor Academy** has been detected. A new factory, the Feed Mill (100,000), is now open.
Xia Chuhe, who had just settled his room bill, bought various things, and still had over 90,000 points left: ...
Is this farm doing this on purpose? They're just waiting for her to run out of money before giving her the new factory.
And the new factory will be opened within the instance!
Outside the instance, a few thousand points would be easily achievable for Xia Chuhe by simply gathering some items. But inside the instance, who would trade with her?
Xia Chuhe remembered that Lu Dangui had repeatedly emphasized that he had money and could lend it to her. So she shyly asked, "Old Lu, can I borrow some money?"
Lu Dangui: "What do you need points for in the dungeon? If you die, you'll lose everything."
Xia Chuhe: ...
Lu Dangui is a good person, he just has a mouth.
It's better not to lend this money.
The main reason is that Xia Chuhe doesn't want to reveal anything about the farm for the time being.
Xia Chuhe's eyes darted around. He couldn't count on Wang Yan and Lao Qin; they were so poor they were practically begging for money. Borrowing money from them was harder than borrowing their lives.
Among this group of people, Sister Li must be the richest, right?
Xia Chuhe thought of a way to make money, but he would have to wait a little while.
While pondering, the head of the teaching department stopped in front of the teaching building.
From the outside, all you see about this school is lush green grass. But once you step inside, you discover a completely different world.
The rows of houses stretched out in a spectacular fashion. However, most of the houses were only one story high, except for a three-story building in the center of the school, which stood out like a crane among chickens.
There is another narrow gate in front of the house, which looks like the security gate commonly seen in modern high-speed rail stations, but it is wider and suitable for Fat Duck Old Wang's size.
There is an image acquisition device on the door frame of the security gate. After operating it, Lao Wang scanned his face in front of the device.
A red light illuminates at the top of the security gate: "Beep, sorting and inspection begins."
Old Wang: "Alright, everyone, let's go in one by one!"
The ranks of these evolved beings are as follows:
Seven mercenaries, Li Yue, Lu Danggui, Xia Chuhe, Wang Yan, Lao Qin, and six other mercenaries.
The mercenary standing at the front, undeterred by death, stepped across the security gate, his hands and feet moving in unison.
With this departure, his family was entrusted to the capitalists.
The red light turns green.
"Beep, racing pigeons."
Mercenary: ??? I'm still alive? Where are the lasers? Where are the mountains of knives? Where are the seas of fire? What are racing pigeons?
Before the mercenary could figure it out, Old Wang pulled out a thin stack of cards from the big mane's fur, fluttered his wings a few times, pinched out a card, and stuck it to the racing pigeon mercenary's chest.
"Okay, next one, honey."
The pigeon racing mercenary looked down and smelled an intoxicating odor of duck droppings.
The pigeon racing mercenary held his breath, noticing two words on the card: "pigeon racing." He secretly tugged at the card while Old Wang wasn't looking, but it didn't budge.
The second mercenary.
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