Farming Life Starting in Africa

Fu Longsheng didn't answer immediately. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up first. He picked up a clean towel from the towel rack, wiped the mud stain on his cuff that wasn't completely dry, and then spoke: "This Rosen is definitely problematic."

Xi Meng waited a while, and seeing that Fu Longsheng didn't continue, she pressed on, "Who is he?"

Fu Longsheng walked into the living room and sat down in the single chair opposite the sofa, leaning back in the chair.

"He won't affect us for now, so we don't need to worry about him."

He didn't give Ximeng any further explanation, nor did he need his godson to know the details of what had just happened.

The wolf king cannot show any sign of weakness, not out of pride, but because of the experience he has gained over the years.

If the wolf pack sees him hesitate or look disheveled, someone will start testing the boundaries until someone wants to take his place.

Xi Meng sat back down on the sofa, her gaze lingering on Fu Longsheng for a moment: "Is there anything I need to do?"

Fu Longsheng thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I haven't figured out how to handle this yet."

He wasn't truly without ideas; he just hadn't fully figured out Rosen's role yet.

Rosen could have easily stood by the lake and watched him being dragged into the water by the crocodiles, thus avoiding a lot of trouble later on. But Rosen chose to shoot.

This means that Rosen is not on his enemy list, at least not for now. Moreover, Rosen has done him a considerable favor.

In the past two days, he saw several lucrative tasks posted on the dark web, and he needs to see if there are any he can take on.

It wasn't that he was short of money, but rather that his wolf cubs had grown up and he needed to give them some tasks to hone their abilities.

When Barney arrived at the Old Tours tattoo parlor in Edinburgh, it was already completely dark.

Tuer was still out having a good time with his new girl. Barney looked longingly at the vintage Panhead parked inside the shop.

However, considering how much money it would cost to modify the car, he gave up the idea of ​​paying for this hobby.

After a while, footsteps and laughter came from afar. The laughter of Tuer and the woman was particularly clear in the empty street.

As the two approached, Barney could see clearly that the Gypsy woman next to Tull was voluptuous, with dark curly hair cascading over her shoulders, and wearing a brightly colored long dress that swayed gently with her steps.

The woman acted like she was made of pure technology, which made Barney feel a little uncomfortable.

Seeing that Barney was already waiting there, Tull said in that smug tone, "Hey bro, aren't you going to sleep? Or are you planning to sleep with me tonight?"

Barney shrugged helplessly. At that moment, he felt that he should indeed listen to Christmas and sew Tull's mouth shut to prevent the man from speaking so harshly.

Tull seemed oblivious to Barney's embarrassment, pointing to the Gypsy woman beside him and introducing her to Barney, "This is my friend..."

His introduction stalled here. Tull touched his nose and looked at the woman beside him. "What's your name again?"

The Gypsy woman showed no sign of being offended; she smiled, and Chongtuer winked at her: "My name is Shine."

Barney sighed inwardly. With outsiders present, he couldn't say much.

Tull glanced at Barney. "Would you like something to drink?"

Barney waved his hand. "I'm not drinking anything."

Tur stretched and said to the Gypsy woman, "Honey, could you go upstairs and get me a nice martini?"

The woman winked at Tuer, feigning a sweet, dependent look: "Of course!"

Then she turned around, swaying her sexy hips as she walked upstairs. As she passed by Tull, he slapped her buttocks, making a crisp sound, which made the woman sway even more vigorously.

After the woman disappeared at the top of the stairs, Tour seemed to savor those last few seconds, and he grinned smugly at Barney: "She adores me!"

Barney leaned against the workbench, watching Tull's expression, and replied unhurriedly, "Love you like your fifty ex-girlfriends did? Leave you, and empty your pockets as well?"

Tull shrugged nonchalantly, his tone brimming with self-righteousness: "Haha, you actually counted how many there were? Barney, tell me, aren't you in love with me too?"

Barney didn't bother to respond. He took off his coat, hung it on the back of the chair, and then sat down, turning his back to Tull and leaning forward slightly: "Come and help me finish the rest of the tattoo."

Barney has a tattoo on his back of a raven perched atop a skull. The skull is slightly tilted, with a long dagger piercing through the top of the skull, passing through the eye sockets and jaw, and diagonally across the entire face. The raven stands at the very top of it, as if guarding it.

Below the image is a line of words in Gothic script: EXPENDABLE. It means "cannon fodder that can be sacrificed".

Tull rolled his eyes, took out his reading glasses and a soft cloth from the drawer next to him, and wiped them for a while. "It's been more than two years, and yours is only half finished."

He placed the temples of his glasses on his ears. "If you're afraid of pain, you can tell me, and I won't laugh at you. I can give you some leaves to cheer you up, so you won't feel the pain when I get the tattoo. My products are all of very high quality; you can ask Gunnar about that. I supply all his products."

As he spoke, he pressed the button on the tattoo gun. With a hissing sound, the needle touched the skin, and a slight vibration spread across Barney's shoulder.

"Gonna?" Barney repeated the name. "I think I'm giving up on him."

Tull's hands didn't stop moving. "What's wrong? Just because he smokes marijuana? Please, buddy, you can't abandon him for this. His talent is rare, and last time in South America, if it weren't for his quick reflexes, you'd have lost your leg. How can you bear to abandon him!"

Barney's back tensed slightly. "He's losing control of his emotions on the battlefield. It's not the first time; he doesn't recognize when he should stop. Sooner or later, he'll put himself in danger, and drag us all into it. I have to be responsible for the others."

Tuer listened quietly as the needle continued its work on his skin. "Have you ever taken on a mission that wasn't dangerous? That time when you brought the target out of the desert, one of your team members, Yin Yang, almost got blown in two because of his impulsiveness. Why didn't you ever think of abandoning him then?"