"What should I do next?"
Liu Zheng fell into thought.
He couldn't exactly swagger through the streets now. It seemed there really wasn't much he could do.
Once Criminal Investigation Division One learned that the Xingzhen Trading Company had been taken down, they would probably hunt for him like mad.
If the two sides ran into each other, it would be like thunder striking fire, a lovesick woman meeting a hooligan—they would definitely fight until blood flowed like rivers.
Liu Zheng had no intention of offending Criminal Investigation Division One beyond repair. He could leave whenever the time came, but the Nile Doctor and the others would have a hard time.
And Cow-Horse too. Once Criminal Investigation Division One had its eyes on him, forget switching jobs to smuggling—even delivering takeout would become difficult.
"Forget it. I'll head back to the break room first."
Liu Zheng shook his head and turned into the Delivery Passage.
After returning to the break room, he first called White-Feather Chicken and told it to come collect the insulated box.
There was no point keeping something whose purpose he didn't know. He might as well return it to White-Feather Chicken and save himself a favor.
"You really didn't open it."
White-Feather Chicken said as it took the insulated box.
"Uh, didn't you say not to open it, and that I'd bear the consequences myself?"
Liu Zheng asked strangely.
"If it were Salmon, it would definitely open it."
"If I had nine lives, I'd do the same."
He laughed.
"That's a rumor. Cats don't have nine lives. Besides, your endless revivals are much more useful than nine lives."
White-Feather Chicken said, examining his skin, which was as tender as a newborn's.
"You're not thinking of using me to make soup again, are you?"
Liu Zheng asked