The remaining four people didn't even think about it and immediately accepted Xu Mo's proposal.
Mainly because these words coming out of Xu Mo's mouth felt very cool.
Stepping on the dot, how professional!
Just listening to it feels exciting!
Especially An Youyi and Li Jiaxin who had just joined.
These two were even more excited.
The reason they participated in the show was to be able to do bad things with their idol Xu Mo.
Now they could finally fulfill this wish, how could they not be excited?
Of course, it was inappropriate to just walk out like this.
So before leaving.
Xu Mo was also going to help disguise everyone.
...
At the same time.
The pursuit team and the police had arrived at the welfare institute.
They were all stunned.
At this moment, they even began to doubt that they had come to the wrong place!
Is this the suburbs?
Is this the rarely visited welfare institute?
How does this look like downtown?!
At this time, the welfare institute was very lively...
The door was full of cars, and there were people everywhere.
Even the entrance of the welfare institute was blocked by them.
These people all had one thing in common.
That is...they all seemed to be looking for something.
Everyone had their heads down searching.
Some were looking in the bushes at the door, some lifted loose tiles on the ground to look, and some even searched through trash cans...
"What are they looking for? They even searched trash cans, did they expect to find gold or something?", Li Chen said in a daze as he looked at the crowd.
"Who cares about them.", after being stunned for a moment, Han Fei's expression returned to normal: "It's probably another prank by Xu Mo. Let's go in and ask if Xu Mo is here."
After speaking, Han Fei also looked at the police officer who came with them: "You guys stay at the door, in case Xu Mo is hiding in the crowd and plans to escape when we go in, please help stop him."
"Okay, Han team, we'll be outside."
"Thanks for the hard work."
Then, Han Fei was about to squeeze into the welfare institute with the remaining three members of the pursuit team.
He said to the few people blocking him: "Excuse me, coming through."
But this sentence was like a bull sinking into the sea.
It was as if he didn't say anything.
The few people in front didn't even bother to respond to them.
Just as Han Fei was about to tap the shoulder of the few blocking the way in front, to remind them again.
Chen Ke couldn't help but yell out loud.
"Excuse me everyone, please make way, we are catching a fugitive, hope everyone can cooperate and clear a path, thank you."
He shouldn't have said anything.
The people at the door of the welfare institute all had their heads down looking for something.
After one loud yell.
Almost everyone raised their heads.
Isn't this the four members of the pursuit team?
Although not celebrities, they had been on TV, they appeared on the live stream.
They could be considered semi-celebrities.
"Damn, the pursuit team! They're alive!", in the chaos, no one knew who shouted this.
The four members of the pursuit team: "???"
If they weren't alive, what else could they be, dead?
Who talks like that?
The bespectacled man closest to them had even taken out his phone at this time.
"Let's take a selfie!"
Upon hearing this, Han Fei's face darkened.
Take what selfie?
Without even thinking about it, he directly rejected: "No selfies, don't point your phone at me..."
Before he finished speaking.
The bespectacled man had already ignored Han Fei and walked past him.
Han Fei: "????"
Looks like he wasn't asking him for a selfie!
Han Fei was so confidently rejecting earlier, now his face was lost.
Awkward...
Feeling that Han Fei's face didn't look too good.
The bespectacled man also smiled awkwardly.
And was about to say something to change the topic.
"Han team, you guys are here to catch Xu Mo right?"
"Yes.", Han Fei nodded.
"Then you guys came too late, your efficiency is too low, Xu Mo escaped long ago."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bespectacled man immediately covered his mouth.
Because he saw Han Fei's face getting even darker...
Damn it, this stupid mouth, seems to have said something it shouldn't again.
"I'll shut up, I'll shut up...", the bespectacled man obediently took a selfie with Shen Manni and immediately walked away.
The livestream viewers saw Han Fei being repeatedly embarrassed, and they almost died of laughter.
"Hahahaha, damn, this kid didn't say much but really pissed off Han Fei."
"Murderous, simply murderous!"
"This guy is so good with words, shouldn't he consider publishing a book on the art of conversation?"
"..."
Although some still wanted to take selfies with Shen Manni.
But they were all rejected.
The four members of the pursuit team asked several people in a row.
The answers were consistent - although Xu Mo had been to the welfare institute, he had long since left.
The pursuit team even squeezed into the welfare institute and asked the director, but the director said.
No one named Xu Mo had ever come to the welfare institute.
Only someone named Li Lei came with two girls, named Han Meimei and Han Meimei.
And earlier, these three people had been picked up by a white G-Wagon.
With just a little thought, the pursuit team guessed these must be fake names used by Xu Mo and the others.
With psychologist Shen Manni among them.
In face-to-face questioning, it was easy to discover from the demeanor and other details of the person being questioned that they were telling the truth and not lying.
So...Xu Mo had indeed already left the welfare institute early on.
And from the director's words.
The white G-Wagon that picked up Xu Mo and the two others, was probably driven over by Xu Mo's new teammate - An Youyi.
Since Xu Mo wasn't here.
They decided not to waste any more time here.
But to leave instead.
Before leaving the welfare institute, Shen Manni saw a chubby and cute little kid.
As she was leaving, she couldn't help but reach out and rub his head.
"Sis don't rub my head, it'll make me stop growing taller!"
This voice sounded a little familiar.
Han Fei immediately stopped in his tracks.
And turned to look at the kid.
Frowning, he thought for a moment.
Very soon, he remembered, wasn't this the voice of the little scammer who called to trick them?
"Are you Dun Dun?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
