Frog Clan Grounds.
Fat Catfish wagged his long whiskers, tearfully bade Da Pang and Er Pang farewell, and headed south.
The two great frogs waved their huge webbed feet, watched Legless Frog depart, then hurried impatiently back home.
Limbs stretched out, bellies thrust high.
Time to lie down! A round entrance, broad corridors, a five-story duplex, divided by golden proportions, with a courtyard, mud pools, lounging rocks, and every kind of furniture. From above, it looked as neat as a spiraling snail shell upon the earth. At the very top of the spiral was embedded an enormous fish skeleton—its skull pale and ferocious, its bones thrusting toward the sky, turning quietly with the current. Exquisite beyond measure.
Fat Fist Heavy Industries' flagship product! Besides Da Pang and Er Pang's homes, many luxurious villas of the same design could be seen throughout the clan grounds, each with its own distinguishing features. Some were even only half-built.
What a pity.
The gods had issued an urgent summons.
The crackdown on black-market crime had reached a temporary conclusion.
Now dispatched was—the Pacifying Huai Army's first vanguard, the peerlessly mighty Ferocious Fang General! Charge, charge, charge! Fat Catfish tricked Fist into dealing with the leftover debris from the work, glanced at Round Head sorting through the Treasure Fish, secretly rejoiced at having taken the lead, then wagged his fins and tail and vanished in a puff.
Crackle! Pop!
At Yi Xing Town Wharf, the Treasure Ship docked, and firecrackers erupted.
Red scraps of paper covered in the character for happiness fluttered through the air like a rain of red paper, while gongs and drums shook the heavens.
Lin Songbao, Li LiBo, and Chen Jiechang led the way, holding red-hot charcoal to set off strings of firecrackers. They welcomed them warmly and clapped with