Behind Them
Li Bai carried a little stool over to the gate of John Samus's courtyard, set it down, and plopped onto it.
He took the cup of coffee a bodyguard handed him and began spouting nonsense with a perfectly straight face. "They said you should put your hands on your heads, squat on the ground, and await the judgment of the law."
Perhaps the mayor had deliberately used local slang no one else could understand so Li Bai would have free rein.
Inside the three-bedroom, one-living-room shack, shielded by a soundproofing barrier.
Qingyao Demoness: "ZzzzzZZZZ..."
She wouldn't be getting up anytime soon—not before the sun was high in the sky, at least.
Little Demoness Hong Li, meanwhile, was busy making breakfast: pancakes, meat buns, fried dough sticks, flower rolls, cold dishes... quite a lavish spread.
Neither demoness had any idea what was happening outside.
Those self-satisfied fellows were like blind men receiving flirtatious winks. They stood under the blazing sun, hot and exhausted, their mouths parched, while inside the house one person slept and the other cooked. Neither had time to pay attention to the commotion outside.
Fresh-faced pretty boys, white-collar workers, engineers, celebrities, bodybuilders, honest-looking guys... The handsome men of every stripe stared at one another.
To be fair, not one of the men who had traveled all the way to Somalia and still persisted in professing their love to the two demonesses was an ugly duckling. Even the one who looked the most honest and unassuming had regular features and bright, clear eyes.
Whoever had managed to find all these men must have gone to no small amount of trouble.
"What gives? Is there no law here?"
Someone called out indignantly, as if this were back home, where people were easy to reason with.
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