"I've already worked things out with Sewer. When are you planning to go?"
Once the call connected, Liu Zheng spoke.
"We can go anytime!"
Li Ziming said excitedly.
"Then have your little friends gather at your house first. Come over when I notify you."
"Do we need to prepare anything, Mr. Liu?"
Li Ziming asked.
"Make sure you've got everything needed for a party. There's nowhere to buy things in Sewer. Also, have fun if you want, but don't cause anything that'll make me angry."
"If you don't understand, ask your dad. The consequences of making me angry are serious."
He said it casually.
"Understood, understood. My dad already told me about you, Mr. Liu. You're seriously badass!"
Li Ziming said sincerely.
The deputy director's family discipline was relatively strict, so while Li Ziming was no model child, he had never done anything truly wicked.
Of course, saying he felt any outrage over things like Eleventh Floor would have been nonsense.
But kids were kids. Whether good or bad, their admiration for strength never changed.
And Liu Zheng's record was terrifying from any angle.
"Do what I tell you properly, and you'll have plenty of chances to be badass in the future."
Liu Zheng said arrogantly.
"Yes!"
Li Ziming replied loudly.
After hanging up, he thought for a moment and called Nightingale.
He couldn't stay in Sewer to play with this bunch of rich second-generation kids, and Fisherman certainly didn't have the patience to babysit. They still needed an adult who could keep the situation under control.
Since Nightingale could handle Li Ziming, she could naturally handle the others too.
Besides, she was a rich second-generation kid herself, and the future heir of her family. Her status alone could suppress these little brats.
"You're calling me like this? What, morning