Chapter 1295 - 989: Mediocre Goods (Part 2)

Chapter 1295: Chapter 989: Mediocre Goods (Part 2)

"The quality is insufficient, still useless. With this bunch of scraps, this is the best we can come up with."

Wood Cottage wiped the sweat off his forehead and tossed the broken bones aside.

Overlooking the dying fetus beneath his feet, he squatted down and stared into those venomous and painful eyes, suddenly curious, asked: "You’ve been out for so long, don’t you want to make a phone call home?"

Soon, thousands of cries emanated from Naito’s phone, countless venomous curses emerged from the chaotic electromagnetic waves, instantly turning the meeting room of Deer’s Sing Hall into Hell.

"Naito... Naito... Lord Naito..."

At this moment, right in front of all the participants, the previous Evil Ghosts of Mt. Oe turned into real Evil Spirits, slowly creeping out from the phone, tugging at his clothes, rendering his face pale.

But before the Curse descended, a storm suddenly arose out of nowhere, and from the direction of the wind came a faint snort, dispersing countless curses.

The storm contracted, sweeping away all the debris and disappearing, leaving only a devastated meeting room with everyone looking at each other in dismay.

The Fifth Stage from Deer’s Sing Hall has made a move!

Feeling that cold gaze on himself through countless walls, Huai Shi held a teacup, calmly savoring its sweet taste.

"What a sin."

He sympathized and sighed, "Does your Deer’s Sing Hall also owe wages? See, people even came knocking for salary and got beaten away... truly pitiful."

For a moment, several restrained angry glances fell upon him.

Yet Huai Shi calmly put down the teacup.

As if nothing happened, he curiously asked: "Weren’t we supposed to be having a meeting? What was being discussed just now? Hey, why is no one talking?"

"..."

Nanbu looked at him expressionlessly for a long time, ultimately saying nothing more.

Merely indicating his subordinates to drive out the embarrassing fool Naito, and after restoring calm in the meeting room, he once again picked up his script.

"Just now we mentioned..."

Bam! Bam! Bam!

A series of hurried knocks sounded, causing Nanbu’s five fingers to suddenly tighten, his face turning livid, unable to hide the anger and grotesquery.

But the subordinate who entered despite his furious expression rushed forward, bent down near his ear and whispered a few words, causing his expression to change.

Meanwhile, continuous tremors echoed in the meeting room.

Notification pop-ups from Tomorrow News.

——Asia Headline!

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Tanbo, harbor, a moist wind blew from afar.

"Average goods."

"Mm, indeed average goods."

Two Samurai with Swords looked down, gazing upon the fragmented corpses beneath their feet, shaking their heads and sighing.

The Sublimators protecting William were killed in an instant by the two guardians who launched a surprise attack. Amada indifferently flicked the blood off the blade, wiped the sword edge, and sheathed the sword.

"Deer’s Sing Hall is truly getting worse with each generation." He disdainfully glanced at the filthy Kudagawa beside him: "And you, why did you end up like this?"

"Ah, sorry, Predecessor Amada, I got a bit excited accidentally."

The swordsman like an Old Monkey waved his hand, took off the blood-stained tracksuit, threw it aside, but the blood stains on his face couldn’t be wiped clean with a handkerchief.

The blood on the blade seemed never to dry, continuously dripping down.

From afar came vigorous shouts.

The Extreme Path members rolled up their sleeves, bustling and mixing cement enthusiastically.

Dust flew up.

Ueno wiped the sweat off his face, suddenly asked: "Hey, I say Yamashita, let’s go drink tonight. I recently found a place that makes excellent grilled squid."

Yamashita propped on a shovel, thought for a moment, shook his head: "I don’t like seafood."

"How about ramen then?"

"Too greasy, no appetite."

"Hey, aren’t you getting pickier with food lately?" Ueno disdainfully said: "Don’t be like preschool kids who don’t eat vegetables."

"It’s all because the places you pick lack taste, don’t blame others. Also, work faster, too little water added. Do you really work at a construction company?"

"I work in an office, and even if on a construction site, it’s not every day like piling cement into forms, right? It’s enough!"

Behind them, the closed petrol drum continually made difficult collisions and calls.

"See, it’s been too long, people have woken up." Ueno scratched his head: "Enough already?"

"...Just a few and you wanna slack off?"

"Anyway, it doesn’t matter much if more or less, everyone can share a bit anyway, they wouldn’t care."

"Then let’s go with that."

Yamashita shook his head, gestured behind him, and immediately a subordinate rolled over a cement drum, opened the lid, and sticking his head out was a terrified middle-aged man, trying to say something, followed by machinery starting, the enormous pipeline’s cement surged, covering that face.

Lid closed, next one, then another.

Finally, the pale-faced William was pushed forward, desperately struggling, screaming, "No, don’t, I’ll give you money, I have a lot of money... Ten million! Ten million! Fifty million! Fifty million will do... US Dollars! All in US Dollars!"

"Hey, Ueno." Yamashita smoked, lost in thought.

"What is it?"

"How about ramen tonight, do you have soy sauce?"

"Ah, I prefer pork bone broth." Ueno thought for a moment, suggested: "How about challenging Dongxia Yi Zhou’s Hell spicy set meal?"

Yamashita shook his head, "Let’s just drink then."

"Mm, let’s drink then."

Ueno nodded, pulled the lever. Amidst the roar of the machine, screams rang out. Soon, only ambiguous cursing remained. Inside the drum, William cursed aloud: "The Free Alliance won’t spare you... absolutely won’t... boo boo boo... boo boo boo..."

In the end, that face was also covered by the gray cement slurry.

Cover closed.

Half an hour later, quick-dry cement sealed under a thick shell. Rows of cement drums queued, rolling to the edge of the sand dredger.

"One, two, three!"

A splash, water rising.

Mission accomplished.

Afar, the sea breeze blew warmly, thousands of ripples gently bobbing, the sky bright and cloudless.

It’s good weather.

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Meanwhile, far on the Gray Shore border, torrential rain poured.

At the headquarters of the Wanderers’ Freedom Alliance, Anna stood in the elevator, chewing gum, glancing up at the changing floor indicator.

Ding.

The elevator door opened.

Lights illuminated the Teenage Girl’s red hoodie, the hood beneath which her youthful cheeks curved in a smile.

Towards the prey.