Today, Zhuang Xiaolin cast aside his usual leisureliness and solemnly announced something to everyone in the pharmacy.
He was going out to have fun—or, more precisely, to acquire some materials of significant strategic value.
No one objected to Zhuang Xiaolin's wording. After all, they understood well enough that some of the system's principles had been implanted into their minds when they arrived here.
Conversely, Zhuang Xiaolin being willing to seek out points was a good thing for them.
After all, the stronger Zhuang Xiaolin became, the stronger they became; the stronger they became, the stronger he himself became. Though this equation could be turned into an inequality, in terms of the result, it truly was just as they had described.
After all, if he wanted to expand his influence, he needed people under him to do the dirty, exhausting work, and he also needed people to assist and support him.
Zhuang Xiaolin brought along some snacks, took the room key Texas had given him, and eagerly headed to an address they had left behind.
It was a bar near the outskirts of the city center. The moment he stepped inside, Zhuang Xiaolin noticed how unusually quiet it was. There were no customers leaning against the counter, the wine cabinets were filled with a dazzling variety of liquor, and the record player continuously played little tunes suited to the bar's atmosphere.
The solid wood flooring gave him a fitting sense of security beneath his feet. Combined with the bar's classical style, it made him eager to immerse himself in this peculiar atmosphere.
"Texas, are you here?"
After looking around and waiting in place for a while without seeing anyone, Zhuang Xiaolin raised his voice slightly and called out.
But all that answered him was the sound of the record player still