Zheng Liang gave a carefree thumbs-up. "If you can't solve the problem, solve the person causing it. Lichun, you're awesome!"
Even the slowest among them had figured out that Lichun was more than just a distant relative of Xu Huo's. Their attention immediately shifted to Xu Huo.
Xu Huo was comparing the map with footage uploaded by the drone. He didn't react much to what the painted woman had said, and without looking up, he said, "Wouldn't that be too much trouble? There are so many rules. Are you going to kill people one by one?"
The painted woman immediately shook her head. "No. I want to play games."
"You won't run into that many problems just by working," Xu Huo said. "If you really do, you can handle them the same way you handled those people at the hotel."
The painted woman wasn't very interested in all those densely packed words. Hearing him say that, she brightened and said cheerfully, "Then I'll go out and get a job. When I earn money, I'll give you some pocket money too."
With that, she waved to Gu Yu and the others, then happily walked away.
Gu Yu looked worried. "Won't she get taken advantage of out there?"
"With the way she opened her mouth and threatened to take down a government agency, I doubt it." Zheng Liang called to her, "Sister Gu Yu, wasn't there a little river around here?"
The people in the room went back to their preparations.
Meanwhile, in a prison specially established at Special Defense Department headquarters, Abel lay on his bed, chewing gum with nothing better to do as he watched the sky outside the window.
It got dark early in winter. The room quickly grew dim, and without the lights on, the shadows gradually spread.