More Than Enough New Year's Goods

Just as the middle-aged man was about to say something else, he saw Mo Jingchun walking toward him from the shop.

Without another word, the middle-aged man twisted the throttle on his unlicensed, beat-up motorcycle—who knew how many hands it had passed through by now—and took off.

He sped away as if he were afraid Mo Jingchun would come over and confront him.

Anyone who was the richest person in all of An Province could tell at a glance what the candied hawthorns had cost.

After breathing in a mouthful of motorcycle exhaust, Mo Jingchun knitted his brows slightly and asked in surprise:

"Candy, why did that guy run as soon as he saw me?"

Holding her candied hawthorn skewer, Candy thought for a long while, then blinked and said, "Big brother, maybe you scared him off."

"At the company, I saw lots of big brothers and big sisters who were afraid of you."

"You must've seen wrong."

Snatching a skewer of candied hawthorns, Mo Jingchun spoke without looking back.

Candy wasn't upset at all about losing a skewer. It had been for her big brother anyway—he'd just been so quick that she hadn't even had time to eat one.

Confused, Mo Jingchun headed toward the next car.

As for Zero, Mo Jingchun had created him himself. Who else could he blame?

With a sigh, Mo Jingchun scratched his head and said to Little Flying Hero and the others:

"How about this? You take one load back first. The rest of us will wait here."

"I'd like to thank you for leaving me with a trunk. How exactly am I supposed to get all these New Year's goods home?"

"How'd it go?"

"I successfully hacked into the drone."

"You're with Zero. How could you still get lost?"

After saying that,