Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

Sambo walked at the front of the group, leading everyone through several abandoned mine tunnels, talking non-stop the whole way.

"I, Sambo, may not have a great reputation, but I'm definitely a professional when it comes to leading the way."

Don't worry, just follow me, and I'll make sure you get to Seele safely.

However...

He stopped, turned around, rubbed his fingers together, and flashed his signature shrewd businessman's smile.

"Guiding the way is a skill, there should be some compensation, right?"

Qi Ye looked at him, her face bearing the same innocent and carefree expression she had on March 7th:

How much do you want?

Sambo held out one hand, one finger spread out: "This number."

"one hundred?"

"Ten thousand."

Qi Ye turned to look at the stars.

Xing has already started moving her wrists.

Sambo took a step back:

"No, no, no! Not ten thousand! Eight thousand! Five thousand is fine too! Five thousand, that's the lowest I can go."

I'm risking being mistaken for a spy by Di Huo.

"one hundred."

Xing didn't even lift her eyelids.

Sambo's smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned:

"Four thousand, that's the lowest I can go!"

"Six thousand."

Qi Ye, wearing the face of March 7, announced a number that stunned everyone in March 7's voice.

Sambo's mouth opened into an "O" shape, and then his whole face lit up like a light bulb:

"Six thousand? Deal! Deal! Deal! This young lady is truly generous!"

He kept rubbing his hands together, already planning how to spend the money.

"Seven thousand," Qiye said again.

Sambo's smile froze.

"Eight thousand. Nine thousand. Ten thousand, oh no, twenty thousand."

Sambo's hands were still rubbing together, but the smile on his face had completely disappeared.

He looked at the pink-haired girl's innocent smiling face.

Finally, I caught a whiff of a familiar recipe beneath that seemingly harmless expression.

He took a half step back, his finger trembling as he pointed at Qiye, his voice cracking:

"You, you..."

Thirty thousand.

Despite wearing the face of March 7th, Qi Ye's smile remained as bright as spring flowers.

"No, no, no! I was wrong! I was wrong, okay?!"

Sambo clasped his hands together above his head, the sly smile on his face vanishing completely.

"Big sister, boss, ancestors, please have mercy! I won't charge you, I'll show you the way for free, it's completely free!"

"free?"

Xing, standing to the side, flashed a hint of dissatisfaction in her eyes.

"Didn't you just say that leading the way is a skill?"

How can skilled work be done for free? That's disrespectful to labor.

"Then I'll pay you out of my own pocket! Fine, I'll pay you out of my own pocket, okay?!"

Sambo's voice was already trembling with tears as he pulled out several high-value Winter City Shields from his pocket.

He shoved it into Xing's hand.

"One thousand! I'll pay you back one thousand! Please, please don't raise the price any higher!"

Qi Ye nodded, her face still bearing the same harmless, sweet smile as on March 7th.

"Deal. Let's go, lead the way."

Xing looked down at the money in her hand, then looked up at Qiye.

The two gave each other a high five in unison.

"Gemini," said Suya.

"It only ever takes in and never gives out," Xing replied.

Sambo felt as if he had been granted a pardon, turned around and left, radiating an aura of utter emptiness.

He muttered to himself as he walked, the gist of which was...

"I, Sambo, have been roaming the lower districts for so many years and have never made a losing deal. Today, I'm actually paying someone to show me the way. If word gets out, my reputation will be completely ruined."

March 7th, with Qiye's body, walked at the very back of the group.

Looking at Sangbo's lifeless back, I couldn't help but mutter to myself:

"I'm starting to feel sorry for him."

Don't pity me.

Qi Ye didn't even turn his head back.

"He didn't care about our wallets when he asked for ten thousand."

"You're right," March 7th immediately retracted her sympathy.

When Bronya saw this, she felt that the people in front of her could be on the same team as Mr. Yang Chaoyue!

It really lives up to its reputation!

Because everyone was walking very fast!

So after navigating the last bend, the edge of the central square in Panyan Town is already visible.

Two figures were standing to the side.

A slender young girl with a red scarf tied around her right hand.

A giant robot.

Seele had her arms crossed and her brow furrowed, clearly arguing with Swallow.

Sambo suddenly stopped.

He glanced back at the crowd, and a smug smile appeared on his previously dejected face.

Then he took a deep breath, turned and ran, shouting at the top of his lungs towards the platform as he ran:

"Leader Seele! Help!"

I've been taken hostage by people from the upper level!

They forced me to lead the way to you! I was coerced! I'm innocent!

He dashed up behind Seele in a flash.

Peeking half his head out from behind Seele's shoulder, he pointed at Qiye and his group, a gloating smile on his face:

"You didn't expect that, did you? I, Old Sambo, also have powerful backers!"

You forced me to lead the way, but Seele is right here. If you have the guts, then…”

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He noticed that Seele didn't act immediately.

She stood on the edge of the platform, looking down at the group of people below.

Her gaze swept over Bronya, then over Star.

The gaze swept over Dan Heng and finally landed on the black-haired man.

Her brow furrowed, then relaxed, and then the expression on her face instantly changed from wary to incredulous.

"Dad?"

Upon hearing this, Sambo's smile froze instantly, as if he had been doused with liquid nitrogen.

His mouth was agape, and his eyes bounced wildly between the black-haired man and Seele.

He tugged at Seele's sleeve, his voice trembling:

"No, Chief Seele, you must have mistaken me for someone else."

This guy looks about your age, doesn't he?

How dare you call her "Dad"? Isn't there something wrong with your family hierarchy?

"Shut up."

Seele shook off his hand, jumped down from the platform, and walked towards the dark-haired man.

Schwarz turned around behind her, his single red eye flashing, as if reassessing the identities of the group before him.

Sambo stood there, watching Seele walk step by step toward the group of people he had just been extorting.

It was as if his soul had been ripped out.

Brothers, with your connections, why didn't you say so earlier?!

"Is it too late for me to say that what I just said was a joke?"

At this moment, March 7th felt that he had experienced many outrageous things in his life.

Frozen in ice, it was found by the Star Train.

I ended up with a bunch of crazy colleagues, swapped bodies with a shrewd businessman, and now...

A girl with a red scarf tied around her right hand was walking briskly toward her.

His eyes looked like he was looking at a long-lost relative, and he was calling out "Dad".

March 7th's brain overloaded on the spot.

I...I'm going to be a dad?