Ark, after I died, the operators started to love me.

The fallen angel covered his mouth and laughed, "Sorry, I've heard this song before. It sounded pretty strange back then, but when I think back on it, I find it's actually quite beautiful."

Liboli fell completely silent. The fallen angel said he didn't care and had no thoughts, but in reality, he was thinking non-stop.

She had heard this song before; it was sung by that PhD student, who was completely tone-deaf. It was a beautiful song, but he managed to portray it as a form of torture.

The fallen angel shook his head: "Alright, I told you I'm fine, don't worry."

I don't feel at ease with you doing this.

Li Boli was very worried, but in the end she buried these worries deep in her heart.

Some things can only be smoothed over with time.

That person's death was a great loss to everyone.

"Are you going to see Exusiai?"

"No, thank you. Xiao Le is doing a great job. He's now a key member of Penguin Logistics, so his capabilities are guaranteed. Besides, Texas is there too, so there shouldn't be any problems."

……

"Oh dear, this is a huge problem. I never expected our car to end up like this. Even the boss will complain about the high repair costs. Will he dock our pay?"

Exusiai frowned and leaned back in her chair in frustration. The sports car beneath her was badly damaged, with the hood lifted up to reveal the engine inside, and the headlights on both sides shattered by something.

The driver, Texas, released his hands from the steering wheel, and you could almost feel the car breathe a sigh of relief.

Of course, this is an illusion. After all, cars don't have life and won't perform human-like actions like releasing air.

"Let's find a place to repair the car. Don't go to that car modification shop from last time. They quoted too high a price. I spent two months' salary there and still didn't get the result I wanted."

Exusiai grumbled, got out of the car, and circled the red sports car once. Her initial frustration turned into despair.

The car body was ripped open with a large gash, like a person's abdomen being cut open by a sharp blade. If this car hadn't been professionally modified, the door would have definitely fallen off halfway through the journey.

"This is very troublesome; I'm afraid the repair shops in Lungmen can't handle it."

Texas, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, thought for a few seconds before saying, "I know a place where the repair shop owner is supposedly very skilled and doesn't charge high prices. I could try my luck there."

Exusiai exclaimed in surprise, "Really? I've never heard of this before!"

"That owner only came to Longmen two months ago. He keeps a low profile and hasn't promoted his shop, so not many people know about it."

Exusiai was even more surprised: "How did you know that, Texas? I don't remember you running around like this for the past two months."

Texas explained earnestly, "Yesterday I spoke with a member of the Syracuse family, and he recommended this shop to me. Go check it out; it's better than nothing."

"Okay, let's drive there. I'll take a nap in the car; I'm exhausted."

……

The next morning.

Mike enjoyed a delicious dim sum breakfast, then rode his bicycle to the repair shop. As soon as he parked, he turned to look at the red sports car parked on the side of the road, a car that was practically ready to be scrapped immediately.

A cold gaze from inside the car met his.

The Luper nudged his companion, opened the car door, got out, walked up to Mike, and asked, "Are you the owner of the repair shop?"

Texas.

The Rupert, who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, is one of Mike's favorite operators, but now they are like strangers and do not know each other.

"I'm the only one in this shop, so the person you're talking about must be me."

Can you handle this car?

Texas pointed to the red sports car behind him.

Just then, Exusiai stretched, revealing her beautiful figure.

Sakta braced himself with his arms, flipped himself out of his seat, and waved in their direction.

"Good morning!"

The little angel is still as energetic and vibrant as ever.

Mike glanced at the Texas, then turned and walked towards the car, tapping lightly on the badly damaged parts of the body with his fingers. He casually asked, "What did you guys do? I don't remember there ever being such a high-intensity war near Lungmen. If you put it in a museum and say it's a sports car left over from the war era, people would believe you."

"If something trivial happens, just tell me if you can handle it."

Mike turned around and shook his head, saying, "If you're asking me to restore it to its original condition, like a brand new car, I'm sorry, I can't do it. This thing is too badly damaged; a lot of parts need to be replaced."

Texas frowned, but Exusiai understood Mike's implication: "You mean you can turn this car into another car?"

Mike agreed, "That's about right. The quote is a bit high. I personally suggest you just get a new car. It's not worth the trouble to repair the whole vehicle."

"Then it's settled. You fix it, money is no problem."

Exusiai seemed not to have heard what Mike had just said, and pulled Texas away.

Texas gave Mike a deep look and took out a Penguin Logistics business card from her pocket.

"You can let me know if anything happens. Hollande mentioned you to me. He said you're a good person."

10. The girl who couldn't open the bottle cap

Mike would feel better if he were given the "friend zone" treatment by his own team member, but since it was Hollande who gave him the treatment, he was really upset and therefore increased the repair price by 20%.

To Mike's surprise, despite his opinion that the price was already high, the Rupert agreed without even trying to negotiate.

I can't believe it. Texas wasn't like this back in Rhodes Island.

Exusiai raised her arms and crossed them behind her head, looking at Mike's shop with great interest.

"Boss, I remember this shop used to be run by a man with a large pig's trotters. Where did he go?"

Mike, holding a whiteboard assessing the vehicle damage, said without turning his head, "He heard about the Columbia frontier program, was very interested, sold the shop to me, and went to the West."

Exusiai sighed, "That's a real pity. People who have never seen Columbia always want to go to that country, while those who have been there hope to leave it completely."

Texas coughed twice and said in a low voice, "The phrase you used is called 'besieged city,' but I remember it, it's clearly not used like that."

"That's enough, partner. We need to rest for a few days."

The three chatted idly, seemingly an ordinary scene, but a sense of unease arose in Mike's heart.

Texas and Exusiai are stalling for time. Who are they waiting for?

Mike paused his work, turned around and went to the convenience store across from the repair shop to buy a bag of drinks, tossing one bottle to each of the two ladies.

"Dorothy, what a coincidence, boss, you actually took my favorite drink."

Texas frowned. She drinks everything, but she does have preferences. For example, this bottle of vanilla sarsaparilla in her hand was the only flavor she liked many years ago when she was in Colombia.

The Luper looked up at Mike, whose face lit up with surprise.

"Really? I ordered it according to my own taste. Colombians love sweets, and vanilla sarsaparilla is famous because of the Syracuse gangster movies. I didn't expect you two to like it too."

This explanation makes more sense. For some reason, Texas always feels a bit awkward, a feeling she can't quite put her finger on.

She casually unscrewed the bottle cap, tilted her head back, and took a sip, the soda dripping down her chin and into her clothes.

"Texas, I can't open this, can you help me?"

Texas glanced at her and refused, saying, "Do it yourself."

Exusiai's face fell: "I thought I could fool you."

"Only he would fall for your tricks."

you?

Can't unscrew it?

Mike continued to look down at the car, trying to hide the strange expression on his face.

Back in Rhodes Island, the little angel would always say she couldn't open a bottle cap. Although Mike didn't believe her, he always helped her, earning her the words, "A righteous person is great."

It sounds nice, but the plot is definitely a cliché.

As Mike was recalling, Texas's voice came through his ear: "Boss, can you manage all this by yourself?"

Mike understood the implication of the Rupert's words and casually replied, "Business is usually not that good, so I can just do whatever I want. But this is a big project, and it won't be finished in a month or two."

"Alright, that's what I was thinking too. If you don't mind, I can introduce you to three apprentices. Train them hard, don't be shy."

Mike stopped what he was doing: "Do they want wages?"

A look of struggle appeared on Texas's face.

Mike guessed what she meant, so he offered, "The minimum living standard for ordinary workers in Lungmen is 2400 Lungmen dollars a month. I'll use that standard and deduct the cost from the car repair fee."

Exusiai stared at the two people in surprise, glancing left at Texas and right at Mike. How could she have become an outsider in just a few minutes?

"What...what were you talking about just now?"

Mike waved his hand: "It's nothing."

Just as Texas was about to speak, a police car pulled up to the side of the road. The burly Hoshiguma got out of the car, glanced at the group of people on the side of the road, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Hello everyone, what are you talking about?"

Mike took a bottle from the soda bag next to him and threw it over, shouting, "Thanks for saving me yesterday, Star Sir."

Hoshiguma took it and immediately laughed: "Lungmen Special Drink, you've done your research."

“When in Rome, do as the Romans do.”

Mike, bracing himself against the sports car door, said, "What brings you here today, Star Sir... Oops!"

The already severely damaged car door was on the verge of collapse, and Mike's fall sealed its fate, causing it to detach from the car body and roll to the side along with Mike himself.

Hoshiguma took a sip of Lungmen Special Drink and immediately felt refreshed. She then asked Texas and Exusiai, "You two, were you in battle yesterday?"

Exusiai remained silent.

Texas said in a low voice, "There was a little mishap."

"Was Hollande's situation also an accident?"

The Lupo man nodded again: "It can only be described as an accident."

Hoshiguma exhaled and turned around, saying, "Mr. Mike, I have to take your sugar daddy with me. You don't have any objections, do you?"

Mike struggled under the car, saying, "Aren't you taking me with you today?"