Chapter 1736 - 948: Bye-bye, I’m Taking a Plane_3

"Previously, our system at Southern Paradise indeed had flaws. A base should have only one voice. That voice should be yours."

Mr. Hu was about to speak, but Madman interrupted him, leaving his expression somewhat complicated.

Successfully integrating Madman’s team absolutely meant that he would become the absolute leader of the entire Southern Paradise, and no one would have the power to oppose him thereafter.

It’s a good thing, but he felt uneasy.

Because he felt Madman was saying this out of fear, as if he feared Mr. Hu would turn against him.

But he only acted against Scar out of self-preservation!

How did the brotherhood from back then become mutual suspicion!

Madman seemed to understand Mr. Hu’s thoughts, so he smiled and said:

"Brother, don’t overthink it. You know me. Honestly, with this leg broken, I’m pretty much useless now. To be able to survive in this post-apocalyptic world, I should be grateful.

I’m just tired. From now on, I’ll focus on the planting at the base. Maybe I can even increase the food production."

After saying that, he patted his half-broken leg.

Mr. Hu’s mustache trembled, and his expression shifted several times.

Finally, he could only utter one word: "Alright!"

Madman suddenly stood up, looking relaxed, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden.

He said to Mr. Hu: "Brother, I’ll head back first. I really don’t mean anything else, just feeling tired. From now on, I’m counting on you, taking care of me like I’m retired, haha."

Madman’s laughter made Mr. Hu feel a lot more at ease.

He stood up and said: "Let me see you off."

"No, no, you’re making me feel like an invalid. I can still walk."

Madman quickly replied, then picked up his cane, resting it under his armpit, and stepped towards the door.

Mr. Hu followed him all the way downstairs.

Madman turned his head and said to Mr. Hu: "Brother, this is far enough, any further would be impolite."

When Mr. Hu heard him say this, he suddenly recalled memories from a few years ago; back when Ma Dong was still around, Madman often joked irreverently.

Mr. Hu laughed inexplicably and jokingly cursed:

"You rascal, you cripple, get lost..."

He took a breath and continued: "Madman, I’ll invite you for a drink in a couple of days!"

Madman grinned and pulled a cigar box from his pocket, proudly saying to Mr. Hu: "I’ll take this with me, and for drinks, I’ll have top shelf!"

"When did you take it!" Mr. Hu had no idea when Madman took the box of cigars from the table.

With only two boxes left, he felt a bit pained, saying: "Fine, fine, you always swipe something every time you come, really...."

"Haha, I’m off."

Madman waved his hand, using his cane to step back to his dwelling.

The dim yellow light from the building stretched Madman’s shadow long.

Madman left the light, stepping into darkness.

Watching Madman’s figure growing further away, Mr. Hu’s smile gradually faded.

He sighed inwardly, his eyes full of complex emotions.

This might be the best outcome.

Madman, he wouldn’t take any action.

But somehow, that sense of brotherhood from the past seemed to have changed in flavor.

It’s just that it’s not something he alone can change.

Shaking his head, Mr. Hu walked into the bright room.

.......

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