Chapter 172: Secret Room
"He won't make much of a splash. The most important thing right now is to find out the origins of the third group of people following us." Several people nodded in agreement.
"Then when do we start?" Shu Xin looked at Yan Mo with sparkling eyes, eager to try.
Go out as a spy. Before, others followed them and got information about them. Now I will have the chance to experience it myself. I am very excited just thinking about it.
"We will take action tomorrow. When Zhong Feiwen and his men knock on our door, the other forces secretly watching us will definitely receive the news. It is estimated that other people will come to visit us in the afternoon. There is no rush."
"Ah? Someone else is coming?"
Knowing that there was no hope of going out today, Shu Xin collapsed back onto the sofa like a deflated ball.
Seeing Shu Xin become depressed, Yan Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Why don't you guess, Xin Bao, how many people will come this afternoon?"
"Several waves of people? Could it be that more than one wave of people will come this afternoon?" Shu Xin raised her head in surprise.
"Hmm, but no one will come this morning. Xinbao, why don't you think about what to eat for lunch today? After all, there are still several waves of people to deal with in the afternoon."
"Then I have to take a good look and prepare some solid dishes to fill my stomach so that I can have the energy to deal with those people."
Shuxin, who had something to do, immediately put aside the little emo who couldn't go out today, and entered the prepared food area in the space to choose lunch.
This teppanyaki lamb looks good, have one, that braised beef looks good, have one, abalone and braised pork with rice, the soup is definitely a must for rice, boiled fish, spicy chicken, dry fried mushrooms, stir-fried mustard greens, dry pot potato chips...
The combination of meat and vegetables is nutritionally balanced. Shuxin looked at the portion of each dish, thought about the appetite of four men, and nodded.
It’s not known whether it’s because they’ve awakened their special powers or because they train more often every day, but the four men’s appetites have increased, but her own appetite hasn’t changed much.
Having lived together for such a long time, Shuxin knows everyone's taste very well, and she is confident that the dishes she chooses will not be a disappointment.
Because some dishes have strong flavors, Shuxin moved two air purifiers out of the space during the meal to ensure that no odor would remain, allowing people who came in the afternoon to smell a hint of flavor.
Shuxin has the habit of taking a nap at noon, so Yan Mo naturally accompanies her. Gradually, he leads the others to get used to taking a half-hour to an hour break after lunch.
No one would have thought that in the end of the world, their lives and routines would become regular. When the world is at peace, they are so busy that they are upside down and confused. Sometimes I think about it and it is really ironic.
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In the dim room, there was only a dim yellow desk light on. Yan Que sat behind the huge desk with his eyes slightly closed.
"Did anyone from the base go looking for them today?"
"Yes, the people who were sent out to watch said that they saw Zhong Feiwen lead people into the door of the young master's apartment. They stayed there for about half an hour. According to the people who came back to report, Zhong Feiwen looked very unhappy when he left. It seems that he did not talk to the young master."
"Hehe, so stupid! They actually sent Zhong Feiwen. How capable is that kind of person? They wanted to rely on him to control Yan Mo. If they didn't offend him, those people in the clean base would have to thank God and burn incense."
"Okay, since someone can't wait and has taken action first, we can't fall behind. We have to make a good show on the surface. Send someone to visit them this afternoon and go through the process. Otherwise, it will arouse other people's suspicion."
"Yes, Patriarch."
Yan Que sat and waited for about twenty minutes after the man in black standing in front of the table left. He stood up and walked to the bookshelf behind him. He reached out and moved one of the books, and a small mechanism sounded.
“Crack—Crunch—”
A downward passage appeared in front of Yan Que, and he walked in without looking around. After he entered, the bookshelf behind him slowly closed again, and it seemed as if nothing had happened in the quiet study.