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Seeing him stammering, I sighed, "Forget it, it seems I need to have a chat with them."
"Second Sister, it's better not to provoke them. They've been here for a long time, and you've really angered them today," the Chubby Kid said.
I shrugged nonchalantly and corrected him, "It's not me who provoked them; they were the ones who started it."
"But, but..." he wanted to say something more but chose to remain silent under my gaze.
After leaving the dining hall, I headed straight for the group in the corner.
"Let's talk."
"Sister, that's not how you have a conversation," one of them replied.
I looked at the Scarred Man, whose head was still bandaged, and coughed lightly, wondering if I had been too harsh.
I glanced at the men behind the Scarred Man, all of whom were eyeing me menacingly, and sighed.
I didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble always seemed to find me; it was quite frustrating.
I flexed my wrist, ready to just go all out—what's a few more days in confinement?
However, before I could make a move, their expressions suddenly changed. The Scarred Man looked at me with a flattering smile and said, "Hey there, just kidding. I heard you're planning to set up a little kitchen in the back. Can I help you out?"
"Huh?"
I stared blankly at this intimidating figure whose eyes were crinkling into smiles as he looked at me with an ingratiating expression.
It was strangely unsettling.
"I won't pay you for help."
I replied calmly.
"Don't need any rewards, don't need any rewards, just let the girl take me to play."
I looked at him with a dumbfounded expression, then turned directly towards the Bulletin Board in the middle of the yard, choosing to selectively ignore the person following me closely behind.
I glanced at Boyfriend standing next to the warning sign and pretended not to know him, saying emotionlessly, "Officer, does what you just said still count?"
I tried my best to ignore the man's gaze on my face. Hearing him respond calmly made me breathe a sigh of relief.
"Of course it counts."
I watched as he expressionlessly took out a notice from his pocket and posted it on the Bulletin Board.
As he left, the surrounding Criminals gathered around, looking tense as they stared at the board. However, when they read the content, each of them showed a look of surprise and immediately began searching for the person involved.
But they were destined to find nothing.
Because I had already slipped away. Looking at the noisy crowd made my head ache; I decided it was better to go tidy up my little room.
However, some people were really hard to shake off.
" second Sister, second Sister, I'll help you clean up,"
I looked at the big guy with a fawning expression and coldly assessed him while calculating in my mind.
Although this big guy seemed rather useless, with three others behind him, they could handle some odd jobs.
But noticing one person's disdainful gaze made me frown.
I pointed at the person and said, "He can't come with us."
After saying that, I walked straight ahead.
"Alright, alright," Scarred Man nodded and then shouted loudly behind him, "Skinny Monkey, you go back first."
"Big Brother, I—"
The person called Skinny Monkey immediately looked nervously at Scarred Man. Realizing it was useless to talk to him, he turned to me and shouted, " second Sister, second Sister, can I come with you? I'm very capable."
"No."
I coldly replied as I looked at the person blocking my way.
"Why not?"
Skinny Monkey asked unwillingly.
"Because you're ugly!"
After saying that, I pushed aside the man in front of me and continued walking.
I don't easily cause trouble, but I'm not afraid of it either.
Hearing the curses behind me, I coldly glanced at the big guy next to me and said, "Manage your people!"
"Okay, okay, second Sister."
After that, Scarred Man kicked the still-cursing man with a stern face and said, "Stop embarrassing yourself here and go back."
I pushed open the wooden door in front of me, and a cloud of dust rushed towards me.
"Cough cough!"
I reached out and tugged at the Spider Web in front of me, thinking about what I had told my good boyfriend not to take too much care of her, so as not to raise suspicion, but it didn't have to be so extreme.
Forget it, forget it, I shook my head and directly exited the house. After all, there was a ready-made cleaner here, no need to waste the opportunity.
I looked at Scarred Man, and before I could say anything, he charged into the house with two others, not forgetting to say one thing:
"Second Sister, leave it to us, don't worry."
With the situation in the house taken care of, all that was left were the ingredients and tools. It really was true that when you're tired, someone comes to deliver a pillow.
I watched as Chubby Kid came in carrying bags of ingredients, along with a police officer who seemed to be named Shi An, riding a small tricycle loaded with kitchenware.
As soon as Chubby Kid placed down the ingredients and turned around to see the officer approaching, he immediately flinched in fear. Even though he was terrified, he stood in front of me protectively and couldn't help but smile.
"Alright, Fatty, he's here to deliver tools."
"Huh? Deliver tools?"
Chubby Kid looked at the officer who indeed had a cart full of kitchenware. He then scratched his head in confusion and gave the officer a very formal bow. "Hello, Officer!"
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