Ever since the bar incident, the Fatty had become more and more diligent. During the day, he was either working out or studying The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes for knowledge. Whenever he came across something he didn't understand, he carefully marked it down and even compiled a whole notebook.
While the Fatty wasn't looking, Jiang Cheng secretly flipped through it. But after a few pages, he lost interest, curled his lip, and walked away. Relying on his head start, he went back to eating and drinking.
Still, whenever he had a quiet moment, Jiang Cheng would piece together everything that had happened lately and think it over. He believed the calm they were experiencing was only what it looked like on the surface. In reality, the struggle had already reached an extremely dangerous stage.
"Doctor." After doing another set of push-ups, the Fatty struggled to his feet and stretched his arms. "Did that bus forget about us? Why hasn't it come to pick us up yet?"
Jiang Cheng: "???"
"Sorry, I didn't hear what you said." Jiang Cheng wondered if the Fatty had lost his mind or been replaced by a ghost.
The Fatty seemed to realize that his words could be taken the wrong way. Somewhat embarrassed, he explained, "Don't get me wrong, Doctor. I just want to deal with the bus as soon as possible. We've got you for schemes and tricks, and Brother Wu for fighting. And now... now I've improved a lot too. If we can get rid of the bus sooner, then they..." The Fatty paused, then looked up with a smile. "The people on board can go home sooner too. Don't you think?"
Jiang Cheng had been about to seize on the Fatty's words about schemes and tricks and make a big deal out