"Whoa! Impressive, impressive!"
Lu Sanhu flashed an "666" hand sign. It really suited Great Demon Li's reputation.
He could no longer tell what was real and what was a joke.
Psychiatrists who toyed with people's minds really did have rotten consciences.
In short, Uncle Biao was about to be driven completely nuts.
"Meow!~"
Meow Master had spent half the night tagging along and hadn't even caught a mouse. Bored out of his mind, he ate half a bowl of stew, curled up beside his human and started dozing off. His purring grew louder and louder. They might have to put him in a carrier and lug him back.
That was just how cats were: if you couldn't carry them in your arms, you had to carry them in a carrier.
"Let's wait here. A helicopter will come after daybreak."
On the way back, Li Bai had received a reply from the Chinese Embassy in Congo (Kinshasa).
For once, the Congo (Kinshasa) Government had reacted quickly, immediately notifying the garrison closest to the Mitumba Mountains.
Of course, it was more accurate to call them warlords from the government army's various factions. If they got along, they were allies, all flying the government army's flag. If they didn't, they were rebels. They might surrender today and rebel again tomorrow, kill and loot before accepting amnesty, then announce their retirement over the radio when things got too hot. The big shots would flee abroad to live as wealthy businessmen or retirees, while the rank-and-file soldiers would follow whoever could feed them. So wherever you went, it was all the same old story.
"???"
Zabu stared in astonishment. Something seemed off.
"Hey, wait. Where's the helicopter going? Here?"
Lu Sanhu had also picked up on something strange.
"Here, for these poachers!"
Li Bai pointed