Life was not easy. Cat Cat sighed.
An adult's life meant working hard to make a living—going to work every day, then working overtime after getting off to write reports.
"Ugh, once we get back, it's going to be a real mess. How am I supposed to write this report?" Reports and bounty claim forms lay spread out before Lu PingAn. This situation was a little complicated, and he had no idea where to begin.
"...I'm the one who really has to write over a dozen reports, so stop pretending to be troubled. Uh, there's no need to write them this early, is there? Don't you always rush them right before the deadline? Are you putting on this act now because you want to dump all your reports on me?!"
The one who truly had a headache wrapping things up was Xia Qin, who still had a bit of a sense of responsibility.
She instantly saw through Lu PingAn's act.
"Hehe."
"Hehe my ass! Write your own reports!"
Rejected, Lu Mouren could only toss aside his "homework" and go entertain himself.
The deaths of Sun Yi and Zhao Yan meant that the People of the Blood Banquet here had been completely wiped out. At the same time, it meant it was time to run.
"Even if the local big shots don't investigate me, the Rule-level or even quasi-god figures from the Blood Feast will."
They would not care if the low- and middle-ranking members died. The remaining big shots of the Blood Feast might even pop champagne to celebrate being rid of the burden.
But there were only a few Rule-level figures, and two had died at once. They would definitely investigate, and soon. If their intelligence was above the baseline, the ones coming would be even stronger than the