Biochemical Warfare
Huxi City, Qianjiang Province.
The five Europeans paid another visit to Kunlun Demon Realm Co., Ltd.
It wasn't until the day before China's National Day, the last working day before the holiday, that they belatedly realized: damn, the country was about to go on vacation!
Seven days off in a row. Were they really supposed to just sit around twiddling their thumbs all that time?
In a panic, they hurried over, only to be told that Li Bai was no longer in Hangzhou. He'd flown off to the afterlife—no, that wasn't right. He'd flown west on a plane. (Jiuzhaigou was directly west of Huxi City.)
The five Europeans, led by Arnold, chairman of Blanc International Trade Company, stared at one another in dismay. They'd come all this way, only to find nobody home.
They'd traveled thousands of miles from Europe. They'd been discussing important business, and their talks weren't even finished, yet the other party hadn't given them the slightest consideration and had gone off on vacation without a second thought. It was as if they didn't matter at all.
The five Europeans nearly spat blood. China's National Day wasn't their national holiday. While everyone else enjoyed the seven-day Golden Week, they'd be wasting several days for nothing. Naturally, they couldn't help cursing someone in their hearts.
They asked where Li Bai had gone and hoped to get his contact information, but no one at Kunlun Demon Realm Company would tell them anything.
The only two who knew were the Demonesses, and they weren't about to give these foreign devils the time of day!
They were even harder to deal with than Li Bai.
Should they stay or go? That was the question.
China's National Day holiday began, and the whole country celebrated.
1949—may this prosperous age be