home-cooked food
"Don't do anything reckless. It'll be a mess if something goes wrong!"
Luan Zhengwei shuddered. He'd only been running his mouth, joking around. He'd never actually meant to do it.
What if he "bleached" them and they couldn't turn black again?
Damn, that was way too extreme.
"Give it a try. It's not like anyone will die!"
Great Demon Li was a hypocrite through and through.
Whenever anyone said those words to him, they ended up with grass nearly a yard tall growing over their graves. People called it "the green grave."
"Reporting!"
Someone knocked at the office door.
"Come in!"
Luan Zhengwei, who had been talking to Li Bai, turned and answered.
A soldier pushed the door open, snapped to attention, saluted, then stood at ease—the standard three-part routine—before speaking. "Political Commissar, the regiment commander wants to see you!"
"Got it!"
If Old Cui was calling for him, it was probably something important. Luan Zhengwei nodded, turned back to Li Bai, and said, "Keep an eye on those two women. Don't let anything happen, all right?"
That was the bottom line!
Since they'd come for Li Bai, he was the one who had to take responsibility for them.
The Chinese peacekeeping force's base wasn't a hotel. They couldn't just let anyone stay there.
Family members were an exception, but anyone else needed a guarantor.
"Leave it to me!"
Li Bai gave an easygoing OK sign.
You're the one I trust least, damn it. Luan Zhengwei shot him a glare and gave him a look that said, "Don't make me regret this," then left the office.
Armed with the Political Commissar's authorization, Li Bai returned to the Small Conference Room in the regiment command center. He took the Big and Small Demonesses to the nurses' dormitory in the