Chapter 121 - 118: Hey, Aren’t You Er Gouzi from My Village?

Chapter 121: Chapter 118: Hey, Aren’t You Er Gouzi from My Village?

With He Erqing’s fall, his remaining men were completely stunned.

The Brother He they had always seen as a vicious monster was dead before he could even make a move.

’Are you sure this isn’t an act?’

This doubtful thought couldn’t help but pop into the minds of nearly every man present.

Influenced by this thought, and further deterred by the sight of their boss being killed in an instant...

...these men lost all will to resist.

All they wanted to do was flee.

And for the few who still thought of pulling out their guns to fight back, what awaited them...

...were streaks of Golden Flying Knives cutting through the air.

Because Mengde had no intention of leaving any survivors.

The reason was simple.

’Anyone who ever intended to harm me must not be allowed to live!’

This group had committed countless evil deeds during the apocalypse.

Mengde didn’t want to waste a Seed of Consciousness on them, either.

"Kill!!!"

That single, cold word sealed their fate.

An hour later, Lei Qiang came running to report.

All of He Erqing’s men had been dealt with.

This included the other three Tier Four Superpower Users who had attacked Leng Feng’s convoy under He Erqing’s command.

Leng Feng and Lei Qiang had taken care of them as well.

They had finally gotten their revenge for the ambush.

Aunt Cheng and Da Mimi couldn’t resist joining in the fight, either.

Mengde didn’t stop them.

’They came all the way out here, so they should get some combat experience.’

Mengde was very satisfied with Lei Qiang’s report.

"Alright. Go pack up all the supplies in the hotel and let’s go."

"Get ready. We’re heading back to the base."

The Tianhao Grand Hotel had so many floors; he had no desire to run all the way up there himself.

That’s what he had men for.

’If I, the boss, have to do everything myself, what’s the point of having subordinates?’

Wasn’t it much better to sit comfortably on the RV’s sofa, playing with the beautiful legs of Da Mimi, who was nestled in his lap?

Today, the famous superstar wasn’t wearing black stockings, but a pair of extremely short shorts instead.

Her fair, beautiful legs were tender and smooth to the touch.

It was like she was wearing those "perfect leg" stockings—they felt incredible.

"Oh, honey, stop feeling my legs. You can do that when we get back to the villa."

"It would be so embarrassing if someone saw us here."

Lei Qiang and his men had gone to collect supplies from the Tianhao Grand Hotel.

But there were still a dozen men standing guard around the RV.

"Don’t worry. The windows are one-way. No one outside can see in."

’System products are always top-quality!’

’One-way visibility is just a basic feature!’

"Haha, honey, you’ve got it all wrong."

"Mimi isn’t worried about that. She’s just getting overwhelmed."

As Mimi’s best friend for many years, Aunt Cheng mercilessly exposed her at the crucial moment.

"You didn’t know, did you? Da Mimi is the sensitive type, especially her legs."

Aunt Cheng’s seductive whisper brushed against Mengde’s ear.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, is that so?"

He’d been playing with Da Mimi’s gorgeous legs for so long, but this was the first he’d heard about her being so sensitive.

He looked down. Under his special touch, Da Mimi, still in his lap...

...already had a crimson blush creeping up her pale face.

She was even beginning to pant softly.

"Heh, it’s true! How did I not know this about Da Mimi?"

He wasn’t surprised by her reaction, though.

It was normal for some women to be sensitive in certain areas.

Men who were experienced with women knew a little trick:

...gently nibbling on a woman’s earlobe during the act could really "increase attack speed."

"Hmph!"

"You’re always in such a rush to get to the main event. What would you know about the details?"

Aunt Cheng mercilessly called Mengde out again.

And he couldn’t even argue.

’Now that I think about it, she’s right!’

Mengde let out a mischievous laugh and pulled Aunt Cheng into his arms as well.

"Speaking of which, what’s your sensitive spot?"

His masculine scent washed over Aunt Cheng’s face, making her blush instantly.

"Tch! I don’t have one."

"Is that so? Let me take a closer look... Hehehe..."

Mengde flipped her over.

"Ah! You little devil, not in the RV!"

Aunt Cheng tried to resist, but he pinned her hands in the next second.

"It’s fine. It’s twice the fun in here!"

Just as Mengde was about to make his next move, a commotion erupted outside the RV.

"Damn it! How long has it been since I called you people?"

"It took you this long to come rescue us? A turtle could’ve crawled here faster!"

"Just look at what you’ve put my Kunkun through!"

"..."

’Hm?’

Hearing the familiar name "Kunkun," Mengde subconsciously lifted his head from between the peaks.

He swept the area with his Telekinesis Perception, and a strange look appeared on his face.

"Why did you stop?"

Aunt Cheng and Da Mimi’s necks were flushed crimson.

Their chests rose and fell gently.

Clearly, the woman who had just claimed not to be sensitive was already aroused.

Seeing their man suddenly stop, both women were puzzled.

"It’s nothing. I just spotted a familiar ’friend’."

"You two stay here. I’m going to get out and take a look."

With that, Mengde gave both women a pat on their perky rears and stepped out of the RV.

The two women in the RV recalled the wicked smirk on their man’s face...

...and curiously looked out the window.

They immediately saw two familiar figures.

"Huh? Mimi, isn’t that Zhang Dada and Cai Kunkun?"

Mimi looked, and a disgusted expression immediately crossed her face.

"It really is them!"

...

Outside, among the group of survivors Leng Feng and the others had led out of the Tianhao Grand Hotel...

...a short, plain-looking, scrawny sissy with a particularly foul mouth...

...stood with his hands on his hips, cursing at Tiezhu and the others.

He was carrying on like a fishwife, and Leng Feng finally couldn’t take it anymore.

He impatiently cleaned out his ear.

"Ma’am, who the fuck are you?"

The sissy heard this and pointed at himself in disbelief.

"Me? Who am I?"

"I am the most famous show host in all of Hua Country—Zhang Dada!"

Zhang Dada stood with his hands on his hips, his face a mask of pride.

He had tens of millions of fans in Hua Country.

’In a country as big as Hua Country, where wouldn’t I have fans?’

So Zhang Dada thought.

But after waiting for a long moment, he just saw Leng Feng and the others exchange baffled glances.

*Caw... caw... caw...*

"Tiezhu, you know him?"

Tiezhu shook his head honestly.

"Don’t know ’im either. But he looks a lot like Er Gouzi from my village."

"Hey, are you Er Gouzi from my village?"

Tiezhu’s question made Zhang Dada’s fury explode.

"You motherfuckers don’t even know who Zhang Dada is?!"

"And you dare call me a dog!"

"I’m telling you, you’re all finished! I’m going to file a complaint against you!"

"Where’s your leader? Tell him to get his ass over here!"

"You low-class trash aren’t worthy of speaking to a high-society person like me!"

Zhang Dada crossed his arms haughtily.

A total sissy.

Mengde, who had just walked over, took one look.

’Hah!’

’Yep, that’s the same punchable, idiotic face!’

’You couldn’t find another one like him in all of Hua Country’s billions.’

Seeing Mengde approach, Leng Feng and the others all addressed him as "Boss."

"So you’re the leader of this trash heap?"

"You dare to insult a high-society person like myself? If you don’t earn my forgiveness, you’re all dead!"

Zhang Dada struck a pose of upper-class nobility, still making vicious threats.

But the next second...

SLAP!

A heavy slap landed squarely on Zhang Dada’s face...

"Where did this moron crawl out from? If you’ve got a problem with your brain, don’t run around in public!"

"You’ll get your ass kicked, you dumb fuck!"

...