What kind of divination am I doing?

The black cat's warning was correct; Lu Qiao and Monica could see it clearly from the air.

Inside the large crater created by the dead man's dumpling, the dumpling had been completely devoured, leaving not a trace.

Tens of millions of crazed demi-humans fought each other on the west side of the city and in the pit.

They didn't care about fighting to the death, but at this moment they were less than a hundred meters away from the adventurers and alien soldiers on the main road.

These ferocious demi-humans might still manage to enter the main road and attack the adventurers and alien soldiers.

Monica said, "The mission is complete, but the people may not survive. I sent the Winged People to rescue them, but it's uncertain how many they can save."

The black cat sighed, "The red mist spewed out by those demi-humans will also enrage other alien races. Even if they are not infected, it's only a matter of time before the enraged demi-humans find the main road."

Looking at the situation below, Lu Qiao recalled the first demi-human who had gone berserk.

Lu Qiao naturally realized something: after he stepped back and sat on the Cyclops's shoulder, the berserk demi-human seemed to lose its target and only began to fight against the Cyclops's hands.

Realizing what was going on, Lu Qiao said to Monica, "I have a way to save these people. Listen to me!"

Monica didn't refute it, after all, Lu Qiao had killed the dead man.

The road bridge collapsed onto the main road, and someone explained, "Everyone, don't move! If you don't move, they won't attack you!"

If they don't move, the berserk demi-humans will lose their target.

Luqiao now wants to verify whether this incident was a coincidence or the truth.

"Lord Aini, we wish we could act, but we are powerless to do so!"

……

The adventurers and soldiers lay collapsed on the main road, too weak to even respond.

Monica stood in the middle of the main road and, as instructed by Lu Qiao, used wind magic to create a wind wall with each of her left and right hands.

The drifting red mist was blown away, preventing air pollution on the main road.

The remaining thirty-odd winged human team landed on the second floor of the main road and began flapping their wings forward.

The red mist drifted around, but it was blown away when it passed through the main road.

The entire main road was covered by the wind, blowing the red mist outwards.

Lu Qiao found a corner to rest, choosing a spot where the giants were clustered together, and once again distanced himself from the others.

Monica naturally followed, and as long as they were on the main road, it wouldn't affect Monica's control of magic.

Time passed second by second, and dawn broke.

The winged people who had gone out to observe have returned.

The winged soldier landed, knelt on one knee, and raised what he was holding toward the road and bridge.

The moment Lu Qiao saw it, he instinctively took a step back to widen the gap.

"Awoo~!"

The black cat, caught off guard by Lu Qiao's sudden retreat, let out a long howl: "Ouch, what are you doing!"

Upon hearing the sound, Luqiao remembered the black cat and pressed his hands up to hold his real cat hat in place, making sure the black cat wouldn't fall off.

Lu Qiao steadied himself, realizing the black cat was blaming him, and could only shift the blame, looking at the winged human before him and saying, "What are you doing! Why did you bring the fruit back?!"

The winged soldier who brought back the item looked wronged and explained, "No, this isn't a fruit, it looks like a gem. I saw this thing at the location of the dead demon god; it seems to have been dropped by it."

"Oh! A Warcraft core?" Lu Qiao became interested and walked over, tentatively picking it up to examine it.

The black cat whimpered, "Without your strange setting, this seems to be a byproduct of the evil god's ritual, belonging to this world, so the demon god didn't take it away."

After hearing what the black cat said, Luqiao thought about it from another perspective and realized that this was a valuable thing that couldn't be taken away.

The black cat, its eyes fixed on the scene, noticed something strange and exclaimed, "There's no wind!"

With the black cat's hint, Luqiao finally realized what the black cat was talking about.

There was no wind around Lu Qiao. Logically, Monica should be using her ability to block the red mist from invading at this time.

But after Luqiao grabbed the bead, he couldn't feel any wind.

The black cat jumped down from Luqiao's head and meowed, "Monica, try firing a fireball at Luqiao."

Monica didn't hesitate and immediately took action, launching a fireball straight at the road bridge.

Monica's angle was tricky; she was positioned behind Lu Qiao.

Lu Qiao realized what was happening and tried to back away, only to find that if he tried to retreat, he would be crashing head-on into the fireball.

Lu Qiao had no choice but to stand there and wait for the fireball to engulf him.

The fireball hurtled toward the bridge, but just before it hit, it vanished.

Lu Qiao stood still and said, "Could you please communicate first next time?"

The black cat then jumped onto Lu Qiao's shoulder again: "This thing, it's magic-suppressing! It's really a good thing. No wonder they need to start the god-killing ritual. With this thing as a backup plan, maybe they can really kill this demon god."

With the black cat's praise, Lu Qiao examined the red ball in his hand again.

The material doesn't feel like a gemstone; it's more like the texture of amber.

The black cat meowed, "You'd better make it into a collar for me to wear around my neck."

Lu Qiao immediately retorted, "This thing doesn't look cheap. If a little kitten like you carries this, someone will surely catch you. If they steal it, you might even lose your life."

"Are you stupid? Just wrap it in the leather of the collar," the black cat retorted.

Lu Qiao found another excuse: "Let's put it another way. In the Outland tavern, everyone thinks I'm Lord Aini, so it's normal for me to be nice to you. But if everyone knew I would give you all the good stuff, wouldn't you be unsafe? So leave it with me, make it into a necklace, and I'll carry it with me. It'll have the same effect if you follow me."

The black cat spoke: "You can have it made into a collar. You wear it normally, and give it to me when you're on missions. That's settled!"

Lu Qiao didn't say much after hearing this and put it in his pocket. He wasn't his aunt; how could she make it into a collar? Once something was in his hands, it was his.

You can't just cheat! In the end, you'll be the one making the decisions.

Lu Qiao looked at the winged human who was still kneeling on the ground: "You did a good job!"

The winged people immediately explained, "My lord, in areas not covered by the red mist, all demi-humans will die and fall. There are also a small number of demi-humans wandering in the red mist area, and they will fight if encountered."

"Go check again to see if there's a safe evacuation route from the watchtower. Everyone should be able to stand up now, so we'll slowly retreat!" Lu Qiao said.

Monica repeated Lu Qiao's words, and the Feathered People received the order and flew out.

A few minutes later, the winged people returned and reported on the planned route.

Take the furthest route eastward, circle around back to the watchtower.

During this time, just make sure your own people don't inhale the red mist. This red mist will eventually dissipate completely, leaving behind only countless demi-human corpses.

……

Lu Qiao returned to the Outland tavern, and the matter was over.

The adventurers chose to sit down and rest in the tavern, while the alien soldiers returned to their own world one by one.

Monica watched the soldiers emerge and tallied the casualties.

The casualties among the alien soldiers were not severe; out of a thousand men, less than a hundred were lost. Of course, each of them had minor injuries, all due to excessive blood loss.

Of the hundred adventurers, only 60% returned.

This was the first time Luqiao had ever seen an Outland tavern so lively.

The twenty-odd tables were all full, and the mushroom-like figures came out to serve drinks and food to the adventurers.

One by one, the adventurers, exhausted and listless, recounted their narrow escapes from death.

Of course, most of the time they were checking on each other to see if their friends had returned or had died in the mission.

"When we climbed out of the pit, there were still some adventurers who were seriously injured and couldn't climb out."

An adventurer's complaint struck a chord with Lu Qiao, who knew that the matter was more or less related to him as well.

Lu Qiao put down the black cat and walked towards the adventurers, saying, "You can call on anyone with scouting abilities to go and check again. Save as many as you can."

Upon hearing Lu Qiao's words, Monica immediately followed up: "I'll initiate the mission, the Blue Event, in your name, and I'll provide the reward."

Lu Qiao nodded, naturally not refusing Monica's kind offer.

The adventurers who were there heard Lu Qiao's explanation and were filled with gratitude.

The adventurers had a debriefing process, and it seems that the first to raise a problem and call everyone up were Lord Aini and Monica, so they all attributed the matter to their own greed.

Everyone was safe. The black cat sat on the bar, observing the scene, and meowed softly, "Since this incident didn't cause too much danger, I'll report it leniently!"

These words were clearly meant for Monica, who immediately smiled and said, "Are you hungry? I'll prepare something for you to eat."

"Okay!" the black cat waved its hand.

Monica naturally took it to the front desk to prepare.

Monica, having taken out the frozen fish, looked up at Lu Qiao and asked, "What would you like to eat?"

Lu Qiao remembered the terrible water at the Outland Tavern, but also wanted to try the food. However, he suddenly remembered something: "No, I have a dinner appointment tonight."

Monica reminded her, "Then you'd better hurry, it's already past six o'clock on Earth."

Lu Qiao looked at the black cat: "You stay for dinner, I'll go take care of the castle's inheritance tax."

Black Cat nodded: "Go ahead, don't worry about the money. Just negotiate a lower price and I'll reimburse you when you get back."

Lu Qiao nodded and ran out of the Outland Tavern.

It was already dark when we came out of the castle's cellar.

Lu Qiao knew that in the world of the demi-humans, they stayed from night to day.

It's normal for things to go from day to night in the US at this time of year; Lu Qiao knows it's already 6 PM.

They agreed to meet at Zhao Chengpeng's restaurant, and Lu Qiao jogged out the door.

Walking through the street into Chinatown, the gold shop at the entrance had already been sealed off.

But the whole Chinatown was still very lively, with 90% of the faces being Asian, and occasionally a few foreigners could be seen.

Most of the storefronts here are in Chinese, which feels especially welcoming. Following my memory, Luqiao arrived at the middle section and saw Zhao Chengpeng's restaurant.

I didn't pay much attention when I came during the day, but now that it's dark, the signboard lights up with three words: Sheraton.

The restaurant has three floors and occupies a considerable area.

Lu Qiao naturally walked in; there was a small fountain at the entrance.

On both sides are water tanks displaying various kinds of fish, shrimp, and crabs.

The waiters immediately surrounded them and asked, "How many guests are there?"

Lu Qiao pondered for a moment before asking, "Was it set by your boss, Zhao Chengpeng? Was it 666 or 888 again?"

Upon hearing this, the waiter immediately understood and led Luqiao to the third floor via elevator.

The innermost private room on the third floor, number 666, had four people inside.

Wang Ming had already arrived, his face flushed and flushed with alcohol, pointing at Lu Qiao: "You're only just getting here, kid!"

Liu Bo wiped his mouth and patted Zhao Chengpeng. Zhao Chengpeng got up and pushed out a seat for Lu Qiao, fulfilling his duty as host.

Cui Cui, who was heavily pregnant, did not get up, and the scene seemed harmonious.

There were four bottles of red wine on the table, indicating that they had been drinking for quite some time.

Cui Cui didn't drink; she was probably with Zhao Chengpeng. Since it was all about the lawsuit, she was just listening in.

Most of the food on the table was gone. Lu Qiao stepped forward, sat down, and explained, "I'm sorry, something came up and I was delayed."

Liu Bo stood up and poured Lu Qiao a full glass of red wine: "Three belated glasses as punishment!"

Lu Qiao put his wine glass aside and smiled wryly: "Let me eat something first before I drink."

Just as Zhao Chengpeng was about to sit down, Cui Cui pinched his waist and gave him a wink.

Zhao Chengpeng quickly said, "I'll go order two more dishes. You must be starving!"

To be honest, he was really hungry, so Luqiao nodded and started eating without any hesitation.

I tried Zhao Chengpeng's boxed lunch last night, and I thought it was just a small restaurant with a storefront.

They must be in the business of cafeteria boxed meals, I never expected them to be a hotel!

Compared to the boxed lunches, the main dishes on the table tasted truly exceptional.

What you see is exactly what you'd expect for a wedding banquet.

Cold dishes: poached chicken, jellyfish skin, purple cabbage, and peanuts.

The hot dishes included braised pork trotters with soybeans, braised beef with bamboo shoots, braised goose with green beans, dry pot shrimp, steamed sea bass, and black chicken soup, along with a winter melon and pork rib soup.

Although everything had been altered, Luqiao showed no disdain whatsoever.

After swallowing several large mouthfuls, Lu Qiao finally looked up at Wang Ming and asked, "How did your discussion go?"

Wang Ming remained silent, but Zhao Chengpeng interrupted, saying, "Attorney Wang is naturally willing to help. We'll negotiate free of charge, and take seven percent of the compensation we receive as our legal fees. We're willing to do that too."

Liu Bo added with a smile, "This also proves that Attorney Wang was genuinely helping, since the more compensation he received, the more Attorney Wang earned."

After the two finished speaking, Wang Ming added, "I've heard the whole story. We can't lose; it's just a matter of how much compensation. My suggestion is to be patient. The longer they drag it out, the better the compensation will be. Once we're certain they'll open, it's a done deal. We can assess the restaurant's revenue, then exaggerate the renovation costs and staff salaries... hehe... haha!"

Wang Ming couldn't help but laugh out loud as he spoke. He would show no mercy when ripping off foreigners. As the saying goes on the internet, there's no need to feel guilty about ripping off Americans. After all, the Empress Dowager paid for us back then, so what's wrong with getting something back?

"That's what you call professional!" Liu Bo excitedly raised his glass and clinked glasses with Wang Ming again.

Liu Bo was genuinely happy for Zhao Chengpeng; his happiness came from the bottom of his heart.

Cui Cui was the only one sober at the scene. She picked up her juice and kept him company, saying, "Anyway, I'm pregnant and I'm not in a hurry to open the business. We'll just keep the evidence safe and postpone it. We plan to drag out a multi-million dollar compensation. The other party isn't short of money."

One second Luqiao was just a bystander, the next he was envious.

His own castle only cost two million, but this guy is offering tens of millions in compensation right off the bat for this meal.

"Come on, Luqiao, why aren't you drinking? You've had enough to tide you over, haven't you?" Liu Bo raised his glass to urge him to drink.

"Uh..." Lu Qiao was in no mood at all; his expression was written all over his face.

Cui Cui seemed to remember something and said, "Oh right, Lu Qiao, you'll be included too."

"What?" Lu Qiao was taken aback.