I could destroy Lungmen; one of my identities was connected to you; my real age was over a hundred... The lie among those was that Chen Luo could destroy Lungmen—in other words, Chen Luo could not destroy Lungmen.
The real-age option had never been within Texas's consideration. After all, who knew how many years ago, the legend of the Angel Killer had already spread throughout Laterano.
But how could a god be unable to even destroy Lungmen? Was there some powerful figure in Lungmen?
Or had she gotten it wrong?
Was Chen Luo really just an Angel Killer passing by?
"Me? Don't look at me. I don't object either." Seeing everyone's eyes on her, Croissant hurriedly shook her head.
As if it would matter even if Croissant objected.
"Miss Aether, there's no need to admire me so much. Although we'll see each other often, I'll only stop by from time to time. I probably won't stay in Lungmen much, and even if I do, I rarely stay at the Penguin Logistics dormitory..."
"I'm someone who can't sit still, so I probably won't interrupt your private conversations between girls."
"As for which dormitory I should live in, there's no need to think about that. I seem to have a property in Lungmen too. Although I've lost the key, getting in through a window won't be a problem."
Chen Luo planned to take some time to check out his property. Although he could not be bothered to replace his bank card to collect the salary Yan regularly paid him—after all, he had no interest in Lungmen Coin—he was very interested in houses.
Perhaps this was the obsession of people from Shenzhou. Food, clothing, housing, and transportation—none could be lacking.
"Oh, then welcome to Penguin Logistics." Since the other three people living in