One person: A fusion of Kizaru, the king of the trash-talking gang.

The sound that came from beside him startled Wang Ye, who was hesitant because Zhuge Qing was not leaving, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He turned his head stiffly and saw an extremely familiar face...

"Old Jiang..."

Jiang Bailan shook her head, signaling Wang Ye not to speak. What else is there to say at this point?

Just do it!

The Glint-Glint Fruit activated, and a giant, shimmering golden hand reached forward, grabbing at Wang Ye's neck.

Actually, Jiang Bailan had already woken up when Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing carried him out, but he was sleeping soundly at the time and was too lazy to pay attention to them, thinking he would settle accounts with them later.

This is not!

They started settling scores as soon as it ended.

Jiang Bailan thought it would be better to just listen to him from the start, since all this was pointless.

"Old Jiang, let's talk this out!"

However, Jiang Bailan completely ignored Wang Ye and had already grabbed his neck.

"A VIP gold card for a private club!"

Wang Ye, driven by a strong will to survive, shouted.

Perhaps what you say is useless, but I am quite interested in Jiang Bailan.

Feeling the movement stop, Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard Jiang Bailan say, "Old Wang, don't do this again!"

Jiang Bailan said that he didn't care about whether it was a gold card or not; what he mainly wanted to see was just how private a private club really was.

Ma Xianhong: This works?

Zhuge Qing: This is very Jiang Bailan.

A group of highly intelligent people: Indeed, money is power...

Just as everyone was marveling at the power of money, Jiang Bailan lay back down on the bed and waved to the group of talented individuals.

Why are you asking?

Of course, we'll lift the bed!

Are you suggesting we make Jiang Bailan walk back?

The group of highly talented individuals looked at each other, completely bewildered, unsure of what to do.

Jiang Bailan: "..."

Sighing at the other party's lack of understanding, a faint light flickered at his fingertips, and a cross-shaped star spun in the night forest.

Zhuge Qing: "..."

Ma Xianhong: "..."

Wang Ye: “…”

A group of highly talented individuals: "..."

As expected, those who can take action should stop talking. Under Jiang Bailan's death threat, the group carried the single bed and hurried towards the interior of Biyou Village.

Many villagers, still reeling from the incident of Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing stealing a bed and then a man, witnessed another incomprehensible scene: their beloved village chief and his fellow villagers, carrying a single bed, vanished before their very eyes...

Villagers: "???"

Snowflakes are falling, the north wind is howling~~

The familiar ringtone sounded, and Jiang Bailan, lying on the bed, glanced at the caller ID. When she saw that it was Zhang Chulan calling, she didn't even bother to answer and hung up immediately.

Faced with Zhang Chulan's daily greetings, Jiang Bailan felt it was best to keep her distance.

He had absolutely no interest in becoming Zhang Chulan's godfather.

-

Just as Jiang Bailan was being carried back to her residence, Zhang Chulan and the other temporary workers finally found the location of Biyou Village in an abandoned factory some distance away.

The temporary workers, who had already appeared, gathered around the burning campfire.

Finding that his godfather wasn't answering his calls and failing to pay his respects, Zhang Chulan put away his phone and listened to Wang Zhenqiu's analysis.

Listening to Wang Zhenqiu's analysis of the number of enemies encountered and the absurdly large number of magical artifacts, Zhang Chulan secretly sighed, realizing that the guy in front of him was no pushover and he had to be careful.

At the same time, I miss the days when Jiang Bailan was around even more.

As long as my godfather is willing to help, everything else is a small matter, including Bao'er's identity.

Unbeknownst to him, Zhang Chulan had already embarked on two paths of no return.

One task was to uncover the mystery of Feng Baobao's origins, and the other was to cultivate a good relationship with Jiang Bailan for future needs.

"If that's the case, then there must be something wrong with our mission this time?" After a series of analyses and evidence, Wang Zhenqiu, with his long blond hair, smiled and found it unexpectedly amusing.

The difficulty of the mission was meaningless to him; he only cared about whether he could find enjoyment in it.

"Qiu'er, do you mean our mission isn't as simple as just chasing Chen Duo?" After listening to everyone's analysis, Zhang Chulan, who knew the situation, pretended not to know and asked deliberately.

“That’s right!” Xiao Zizai, who was leaning against the window of the abandoned factory and gazing at the night view outside, said, “With such a magical artifact, and from an organized group, our mission this time may really be as Qiu said, not so simple.”

After Xiao Zizai finished speaking, Wang Zhenqiu stood up, slowly walked to Bao'er's side, and said in a circling manner, "Except for Lu Zhong and the Northeast... all the temporary workers should have arrived, but I'm curious, why are there two temporary workers in North China?"

"Brother Xiao, what do you think of the approach taken by North China?"

When Wang Zhenqiu asked this question, even Lao Meng, who was completely uninterested in these matters, slowly raised his head...

Xiao Zizai, standing to the side, cast a curious glance at him.

Facing the gazes of others, Zhang Chulan's expression changed slightly. Just as he was about to explain, he saw Xiao Zizai raise his finger and point at Feng Baobao, who was stretching out her hands and staring wide-eyed at the fire, and said indifferently, "Ghost."

He then pointed at Zhang Chulan and said, "The knife-wielding devil."

"So... Zhang Chulan, aren't you going to explain yourself?"

A fair hand rested on Zhang Chulan's shoulder, and the reddish firelight shone on Wang Zhenqiu's face as he spoke, half-jokingly.

Zhang Chulan: "..."

A moment later, before Zhang Chulan could speak, Wang Zhenqiu changed his tune and said to Zhang Chulan, "Don't be so nervous, I'm not interested in other people's affairs."

He then sat back down in his seat and changed the subject.

"Zhang Chulan, if our target isn't Chen Duo, do you think Jiang Bailan would come?"

Compared to Zhang Chulan and the seemingly dim-witted Feng Baobao, Wang Zhenqiu was clearly more interested in Jiang Bailan, who had shone brightly at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony and suddenly risen to become a special being…

Based on the information from the forum for extraordinary people, this special envoy, whose name was known but whose face had never been seen, brought Wang Zhenqiu an unknown joy.

"Ball, you should call him Special Envoy Jiang. Also, listen to Brother Xiao's advice: don't try to pry into Special Envoy Jiang's secrets, or you'll die a horrible death..."

Thinking of Jiang Bailan's strength, Xiao Zizai kindly reminded him of something.

At this moment, Zhang Chulan also spoke up, nodding and saying, "Wang Zhenqiu, you'd better not try to outsmart Brother Lan, or you'll suffer a terrible fate..."

Zhang Chulan, who was an old silver coin, kindly gave this advice.

What a joke!

Trying to outwit Jiang Bailan?

Sorry, my brother Lan prefers to play big, intense battles!

However, Wang Zhenqiu not only ignored their advice, but also developed a desire to explore. He really wanted to know what kind of man Xiao Ge and Zhang Chulan admired.

He wanted to unveil the mystery surrounding the other party...