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Chapter 310 New Members of Old Ma's Team
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When Ma Zhaodi saw the emaciated man standing in front of his food cart, saying in a low voice that he wanted to buy ten yuan, for a moment, Ma Zhaodi's eyes did indeed show a considerable degree of blankness and confusion.

"I'm selling snacks, aren't I?"

He looked down at the food cart—and sure enough, it contained pastries, not ice cream.

"I didn't add ice, did I?" His mind raced. "Then why does the customer look like a hardcore drug addict?"

“Danton.” He looked up at the man and asked, “What happened to you? How did you get like this?”

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After a moment of silence, Denton shook his head: "I'm fine, I've just been staying up late a lot lately and haven't been getting enough sleep—snacks, let's get some snacks first."

"Oh, oh." Ma Zhaodi seemed to snap out of a daze and took out a small bag for snacks. He put two of each kind of snack in the bag and asked casually, "Where's Elizabeth? Is she still not better?"

Upon hearing this question, Denton's expression darkened, and his right hand instinctively reached for the ring finger of his left hand—where a beautiful diamond ring adorned.

“She’s not better yet.” Denton’s reply sounded like a murmur, but it carried a firmness and confidence: “But she will be better, she will be better soon.”

"My research is about to succeed. She will definitely get better, she definitely will."

Hearing Denton's reply, Ma Zhaodi didn't say anything more. The serious illness of a loved one can indeed cause great changes in a person. Six months ago, Denton and Elizabeth first came to their dining car. At that time, they were a normal and healthy couple. Elizabeth had many smiles on her face, and Denton also looked quite happy.

Ma Zhaodi had seen Denton once three months ago. At that time, Denton's mental state had already deteriorated. He was absent-minded, unkempt, and his clothes were wrinkled and stained with dried coffee. But at least Denton was not as haggard as he is now.

“Mr. Denton,” Ma Zhaodi handed him the bag of pastries and said, “Although I don’t know what exactly is wrong with Elizabeth, or what your research is about—maybe you have some confidentiality agreements or something—you still need to try to maintain a normal routine. After all, the most important thing in life is to stay alive.”

"Speaking of which, I actually know a little bit about medicine—how about I take a look at Elizabeth's illness?"

Denton was visibly surprised by Ma Zhaodi's suggestion. He looked up at Ma Zhaodi, probably in awe of his versatility.

“No need, thank you,” he replied. “I know exactly what my wife’s illness is like, and I know exactly how to save her—it’s up to me, she can only rely on me.”

".All right."

Denton appeared quite rational when he answered, and it was clear that although he was in poor physical condition, he was still mentally clear. Since he said he had a solution, Ma Zhaodi did not intend to interfere.

"Good luck, Mr. Denton."

"Thank you."

Watching Denton leave, Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but sigh.

"Silly cat."

"What's wrong, meow?"

“I’ve found that when someone has the ability to break the rules, they can’t help but use that ability. In this information age, I can use a small mobile phone and my technology to easily find out the personal information of all the residents of the central city in half a minute. In fact, before Denton got home, let alone his work and research, I could even find out what he ate this morning.”

"Boss, what are you saying, meow?"

Ma Zhaodi did not answer him. After staring at his phone in silence for a moment, he finally put it away.

“I’m saying we need to have reverence for ourselves and for the world—let’s go home.”

"Okay, meow, three-wheeled motorcycle, let's go." As soon as the words were spoken, a crisp metallic sound of cracking and gear turning came from the three-wheeled vehicle in front of the person and the cat. As the metal parts contracted and expanded, the three-wheeled vehicle twisted and deformed, eventually turning into a rather beautiful blue, pink and purple tri-color motorcycle.

“I don’t like that name, Silly Cat.” A female electronic voice with a metallic, clanging quality blared from the speaker: “It sounds weird.”

"But the boss said that your food truck is shaped like a three-wheeled motorcycle."

"Alright, alright." Ma Zhaodi climbed onto the motorcycle and casually reassured him, "At home, we call you a three-wheeled motorcycle, but outside, we call you a Harley-Davidson motorcycle."

Hearing his reply, the three-wheeled vehicle felt even more aggrieved: "But you still expect me to transform into a bicycle and a wheelchair?"

"The capable should do more work, right? You spent a whole million on a super integrated version, even integrating my phone and laptop into you. Otherwise, those two devices wouldn't have such high computing power."

"When can I use my Autobot form to move around a bit?"

"Your favorite activity is fighting with people using laser guns and mini energy cannons. The other day you almost blew my bed away with one shot—so when the Decepticons invade the DC universe, or when an alien army appears in the sky intending to rule humanity, you can finally 'get some exercise'."

"What about a name? You should at least give me a name, right?"

"Isn't 'three-wheeled vehicle' a good name?"

"I don't want that kind of name! Harley isn't my name either! It's a brand name, lots of motorcycles have that name!"

"I love horses?"

"I'm an Autobot from Earth, do you really think I can't surf?"

"Okay, okay—how about Arcee?"

"There's already an Autobot with that name, so don't be lazy."

"How about Xiaoyu? Or Xiaoyu?"

"Xiao Yu."

Sanbengzi clearly hesitated. After Ma Zhaodi's bombardment of terrible names over the past few days, this overly normal name obviously appealed to her.

Does this name have any special meaning?

"Oh, it's like this. Considering your fiery personality, it reminds me of the local customs and culture of a certain region in our area—called Shudao Mountain."

"Do you know Sichuan and Chongqing? The Shu Road Mountains are unique to that area. I originally wanted to call you Xiao Chuan, but that name doesn't sound very feminine, so I'll call you Xiao Yu instead."

"You mean I'm like an explosion—"

"Hey, hey, I didn't say that! Don't—don't talk nonsense."

"Just you wait, Ma Zhaodi, I'll blow your brand-new electric toilet to smithereens when I get back."

Amidst the roar of the motorcycle engine, the joyful sounds of a man, a motorcycle, and a cat gradually faded into the distance, disappearing into the streets tinged red by the setting sun.

(End of this chapter)