The worst thing in the world was having someone force you to slap them just when you were at your happiest.
If there was anything worse than that, it was that you couldn't even slap them hard enough...
Every time I had just started to respect you, you started talking!
Faced with Ji Jue's classic strategy of one sweet date followed by one bark, Lou Feng stared straight at Ji Jue. Several times, he started to speak, then stopped: Are you seriously not even going to pretend?!
Was it really that hard to honestly act like a human being?
After all, with so many Deepdark "local specialties" as both gifts and protective charms, Lou Feng ultimately retained a bit of service-mindedness this time. Without even checking the cards in Ji Jue's hand, he skipped the shoe-polishing stage, beckoned, turned around, and walked ahead.
Toward the Workshop's Experimental Zone.
Lou Feng led the way, passing through layer after layer of opened doors, turning left and right.
The underground levels of Coast Technology's office building had long since been dug into a maze by him. There was no telling how many traps and precautions lay within, leaving Ji Jue clicking his tongue in amazement. Old Lou's persecution complex was really something else.
His Experimental Zone was clearly right next door, yet he had put up so many defenses. It was somewhat unnecessary—didn't that make it harder for Ji Jue to drop by when he had nothing to do? Thinking of how his sincere heart was aimed at the bright moon, only for Lou Feng to keep shining it into a ditch, Ji Jue couldn't help sighing emotionally again.
Then he instinctively looked around.
Carefully memorizing the route.
"Following your requirements, I rushed it through. After putting everything else aside, I revised it