Picking a Fight
The two left Ningxiang Yike's villa.
As for the news that her master was still alive, Yun Zhiyi chose to pretend she knew nothing.
When the time came, she would be able to see her master.
She trusted Shen Wuxiao's words without the slightest doubt.
If he said it could be done, then it definitely could be done.
The two came to the railing and gazed into the distance.
They were on a mountain, and the view looking down was exceptionally beautiful.
"Come on, let's go out for a stroll. I suddenly feel like trying some Nordic food."
Yun Zhiyi was in an excellent mood, hugging Shen Wuxiao's arm. "Mm, I'll take you to the best place."
"Is it a Dragon King Hall business?" Shen Wuxiao asked.
"No, it's one of our own."
"I want to go to a Dragon King Hall business!" Shen Wuxiao said with a smile.
Yun Zhiyi narrowed her eyes. "Understood. But I think the taste will definitely be pretty average. If you're not happy with the food, just blow it up."
"What are you saying? It's a shoddy construction project—it'll collapse on its own."
Laughing together, the two headed toward the main hall.
They returned to the parking lot.
His subordinates were all waiting there.
The two were still tied up as well.
Since Shen Wuxiao and the others were going out to eat something good, they could not mistreat the two dogs either.
"I'm in a good mood today, so don't treat them poorly. Prepare something better for their lunch: aphrodisiacs mixed with shit. Increase the portion, no price increase."
Shen Wuxiao's subordinates all wore teasing smiles as they looked at Hu Qiang and Ruan Zhou.
The group got into the cars and split into two groups.
One group still headed