"So it turns out, the old turtle was pacified... You should have said so earlier, you had us scared to death."
"Now that this is the case, it's much more convenient for us to act locally."
Comrade Lu Tianming wasn't the least embarrassed by his recent escape.
As an S-level Investigator, a mandatory skill was to thicken one's skin.
As long as your skin was thick enough, it was as if nothing had happened.
"Ha, in the end, it depends on me, Old Pan. If Li Qingshan were involved, he would probably have his head bitten off again. After all, the kind of work Li does is exactly the kind that sends you to an early grave." Pan Hao was thoroughly enjoying the banquet.
These days, eating dry food every day in this cursed place, a mix of bran and coarse grains, almost made him taste birds in his mouth.
And the wild fish and shrimp from the Mountain and Sea Realm, with their firm and delicious flesh, simply boiled without seasoning, had a unique flavor.
