Man on the ark, forced to become king

But... these three crazy guys are really damn weird!

As a normal person, she felt it was necessary to keep her distance from perverts.

So, the white wolf girl thought for a moment and cautiously asked, "I... was just passing by?"

"My Lord, Miss Lappland is the White Wolf Killer you're looking for. You've mistaken her for someone else!"

Unfortunately, even if she didn't want to admit her identity, there was Dassim, who was eager to take credit, who directly exposed her identity.

"Uh-huh?"

W was taken aback. She looked at Lappland, then at the little wolf cub clinging limply to her, and felt that the bigger one over there seemed to be whiter.

But if the one over there is the White Wolf Killer, then what is this thing in her hand?

"I don't know who she is, but she seems to be very hostile towards me and attacked me first."

In front of the 'Divine Messenger', Dasmi naturally dared not say that he wanted to kill this guy who had inexplicably come to attack him to gain power, in case the Divine Messenger wanted to eat him himself?

Now that the golden thigh is right in front of us, as long as we serve this envoy well, we can say a few good words for him when we get back, and we'll have everything we need.

"So he's just a nobody."

Since it was useless and not her mission objective, W's first thought was to just kill it.

However, looking at the little girl limply clinging to her, with her expressionless and adorable appearance, it was quite amusing. There wasn't even a hint of fear in the little wolf cub's eyes, as if she wasn't the one being captured.

Moreover, this girl doesn't look very old, but her combat skills are exceptionally proficient and efficient, something that can't be learned overnight.

And his physical abilities are clearly extraordinary; he may have undergone some kind of special modification.

If we stay, Lin Lu might be interested?

Thinking of that possibility, W temporarily put aside his murderous intent, grabbed Hong's collar and lifted her up in his hand like he was catching a cat.

"Divine Envoy, it is you?"

"Stop talking nonsense and take us to your place."

W rolled her eyes. She had been concerned about this guy's title since the beginning. Divine Messenger? What a strange title. Before coming here, Lin Lu had said that this guy might have some kind of mental illness, and now it seemed that was indeed the case.

For some reason, she felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange, as if something was wrong.

It's one thing for Dassim to have problems, but we should at least respect people with disabilities.

But that white wolf assassin, why does he look a bit silly?

The only interesting one was this little girl in her hand, trained by who-knows-who. If it weren't for the fact that her flames had a miraculous effect on living beings, she might not have been able to subdue this little wolf cub in a short time.

"My God... please come with me."

Dasmi bowed respectfully, though his disheveled and unkempt appearance was hardly presentable, he still tried his best to appear elegant.

However, W simply ignored him and didn't want to have any more interaction with a mentally challenged person. He waved to Lappland, who was awkwardly laughing to the side, and picked up the Originium bomb that had fallen to the ground.

"..."

Lappland didn't really want to go back with them, but the situation was beyond her control. There were two people on the other side, and they were both stronger than her. She figured it would be difficult to escape anyway, so she could only follow with stiff steps.

The more she interacted with these people, the more she missed the good things about Texas.

……

"Ah!"

Inside the makeshift military off-road vehicle, the listless Black Wolf girl sneezed and felt a chill run down her spine.

She tilted her head to look at the pitch-black night scene outside, tightened her clothes, and almost curled up into a ball.

'We should be almost at Syracuse, right?'

Thinking this, Texas mustered her spirits, touched the hilt of the Originium sword hanging at her waist, and immediately felt much more at ease.

'Lappland, I've come back to save you...'

Chapter Thirteen: Sitting at home, trouble falls from the sky.

"Hello? Hello? Chen? Can you hear me?"

"...I can hear you, I can hear you, please keep your voice down."

Chen moved his phone away from the table to avoid hurting his ears, glanced at his colleagues in the office, and only turned around and answered in a low voice when he felt that no one had noticed him.

She was somewhat resistant to openly slacking off during work hours, unlike her colleagues who did it with a clear conscience.

Most office workers who have just entered the workforce have this mentality to some extent.

"Where have you been these past two days? A senior superintendent of the Guard Bureau disappeared for two days on his first day of work. Can't you at least be a little more discreet?"

Normally, Chen would never speak kindly to this char siu cat, but he had just come to ask for help two days ago, and although it didn't work out, Chen still unconsciously became more tolerant of Swire.

But it was only a little bit.

After all, this guy took leave and disappeared on his first day of work, and didn't show up for two whole days. This blatant challenge to the Guard Bureau's regulations still made Chen a little angry.

There was probably a touch of subtle jealousy at play as well.

Why should she have to sit here and waste time, while that guy can run out without any restraint?

"It's not because of you!"

When this topic was brought up, the voice on the other end of the phone immediately rose several decibels.

"Enough with the nonsense, come out now and come to my house. I have something to give you, about what happened last time."

"We're at work now—wait, you mean last time? Hello? Hello?"

The conscientious and dedicated police officer was about to retort, but a startling guess exploded in his mind like a thunderclap, crushing all his words into silence.

The call has been disconnected, so there's no way to ask. The only way to confirm this is to go and ask Swire face-to-face.

Is it work, or is it skipping work to sneak away?

A scale seemed to appear in Chen's mind, gradually tilting as he pondered.

She and Swire had only met a few days ago, and hadn't even talked much.

The only explanation for this last time is that she came to my door that night seeking help—

—Mobile city building materials purchasing channels!

In fact, she regretted it as soon as she said it. She felt that she shouldn't have impulsively gone to her old friend's house to ask about such things. It was very impolite to do that. It was only because she and Swire had known each other since childhood and had a very good relationship that they could have broken off their friendship on the spot.

Fortunately, Swire refused, which put her mind at ease and allowed her to get a good night's sleep.

After disappearing for two days, that silly cat brought it up again, and it sounded like it had actually succeeded?!

In the end, Chen couldn't resist and hurriedly went to the director's office to ask for leave, then took a taxi straight to Swire's villa.

If that's the case, then we'll owe that person a huge favor.

In the past two days, she specifically looked up relevant information and gained a deeper understanding of the importance of buying and selling military supplies. She also realized that it was not a problem that could be solved simply with money.

How much will Swire, or rather Swire Group, have to pay for this trading channel?

Even though she is the rightful heir to the Swire Group, a true princess cannot do whatever she wants.

After all, it's a commercial company, and it's not just one person's opinion. Other shareholders also have a say and won't let her do whatever she wants.

This favor is too heavy, so heavy that even Wei Yanwu would probably have to think twice about how she could ever repay it.

With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Chen got out of the car and ran all the way to the villa's living room, where she finally met Swire. The young woman, dressed in slightly disheveled clothes, was sitting on the sofa, smiling at her as if she had just returned from outside.

Snapped!

A thick stack of documents was slammed onto the coffee table. Swire crossed her legs, trying to appear calm, but she couldn't hide the smugness in her eyes.

"Here you go: the free trade contract for building materials for mobile cities, valid for one year and automatically terminating upon expiration. It should be enough to give you the opportunity to go to Ursus, right?"

Shi Huaiya smiled smugly, as if she had deliberately brought this out to show off, but Chen had no mind to pay attention to any of that.

She picked up the stack of documents, her arm trembling slightly. The light-looking papers now seemed to weigh a ton, so heavy that she could barely hold them.

The significance behind this document is something even she, a layman who knows nothing about business, can imagine.

Is it worth paying such a price for a spot that is dispensable?

Even if she really wanted to go, she knew very well that it wasn't worth it; the difference in value between the two was indescribable.

From a rational perspective, even the best of friends would not grant such an absurd request, but Swire did just that.

It goes without saying where she went during the two days she was missing.

Within two days, a contract was laid out on the coffee table, but Swire didn't describe it at all, as if it were something she could just pick up at will and was insignificant.

"There's no need to do that... Can, can we return it?"

Chen's voice trembled slightly. She took the document, put it back on the table, and asked in a low voice.

"Do you think this is like buying cabbage at home? You can't just return it whenever you want?"

Swire rolled her eyes, dangling her dusty boots around, and casually waved her hand, saying, "Take it. This is nothing to me."

"Beatlex!"

Like a thunderclap, Chen's voice suddenly rose, startling Swire, who shuddered and shrank back.