One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"Holy crap...this isn't..."

Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up. He threw the trash into the bin, ran over quickly, and tentatively called out:

"Brother Xiao? Brother Xiao Zizai?"

The man, who was about to get hot water, paused.

He slowly turned around, pushed up his glasses, and a hint of doubt flashed in his seemingly gentle eyes behind the lenses.

"You are……"

Xiao Zizai sized up the young man in front of him with a ponytail and a sly smile, quickly flipping through the database in his mind.

"I'm Zhang Chulan! From the North China region!"

Zhang Chulan, ever the friendly type, leaned closer and pointed to his face:

"That shameless one!"

"Oh……"

Xiao Zizai suddenly realized, and a polite smile appeared on his lips:

"So it's Zhang Chulan. I've heard so much about you. You're the champion of the Luo Tian Grand Tournament."

"Hehe, empty fame, all empty fame."

Zhang Chulan glanced at the instant noodles in Xiao Zizai's hand, his face full of enthusiasm:

"Brother Xiao, this is too hard on you. Are you on a mission to Biyou Village? Why are you eating this?"

"Come on, come on! Stop soaking! We have some good food in our car!"

"We just arrived, let's have a barbecue party together!"

Xiao Zizai paused for a moment, about to politely decline, "No need, I prefer light flavors..."

"Don't be like that! We're all brothers! Besides..."

Zhang Chulan pointed mysteriously behind him:

“My advisor is here too. He said it’s more fun with more people.”

"Master?"

Xiao Zizai looked in the direction Zhang Chulan was pointing.

Upon seeing this, his previously calm pupils suddenly contracted.

Not far away, next to that huge black RV.

A young man in camouflage was leaning against the car door, holding a bottle of Evian water, looking at them with a half-smile.

Standing next to him were Wudang King, Zhuge Qing, and Feng Baobao, who was frantically munching on corn.

But Xiao Zizai's gaze remained fixed on the young man.

Zhang Tianyi.

Tian Shu Zhenren.

Before his departure, Dou Le, the head of the East China region, called him into his office and showed him a top-secret file.

The file was very thin, containing only a photograph and a name.

But Dou Le's words remained fresh in Xiao Zizai's memory:

"Old Xiao, these guys are the main force in this mission. Especially this gentleman..."

"Remember, if you encounter him on site, you must show him absolute respect. His orders are even more important than the company's orders."

"Whatever you do, never test his limits. If this guy goes crazy, the entire East China region wouldn't be enough to fill his teeth."

Xiao Zizai is a ruthless killer, but he's not stupid.

He could smell a bloody stench on that young man that was a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than his own.

"Fellow patients... no, fellow patients with severe illness."

Xiao Zizai mentally labeled Zhang Tianyi, and even faintly felt a certain impulse trembling within him.

It was fear, but also excitement.

"Brother Xiao? Brother Xiao?"

Zhang Chulan waved in front of him.

"okay."

Xiao Zizai snapped out of his daze, looked at the instant noodles in his hand, and decisively threw them into the trash can next to him.

"Since it is an invitation from a senior, then I will accept it without being impolite."

He straightened his collar and followed Zhang Chulan over.

Upon reaching Zhang Tianyi, Xiao Zizai stopped, bowed slightly, and clasped his hands together in an awkward gesture of respect.

"Junior Xiao Zizai greets True Man Tian Shu."

Their attitude was unusually respectful, completely unlike the unruly demeanor typical of temporary workers.

"Oh, what a refined person."

Zhang Tianyi sized Xiao Zizai up and down, paying particular attention to his gold-rimmed glasses, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"I heard you enjoy killing?"

Xiao Zizai tensed up, a bead of cold sweat trickling down his forehead, and whispered:

"It's just... clearing out some unrecyclable trash for the sake of cultivation."

"Hehe, this is interesting."

Zhang Tianyi stepped forward and patted Xiao Zizai on the shoulder.

In that instant, Xiao Zizai felt as if an ancient behemoth had pressed down on his vital point, rendering him unable to move.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not a good person either."

Zhang Tianyi leaned close to his ear and whispered with a smile:

"If we encounter that kind of... um, non-recyclable garbage when we go to that village this time..."

"Go ahead and do it."

"If anything goes wrong, I'll cover for you."

"but……"

Zhang Tianyi pointed to the barbecue grill in the car:

"Now, your task is to be in charge of grilling the meat."

"Your hands are quite steady; you must be a master at cutting meat."

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses, a cold glint flashing across the lenses, and a genuine, somewhat twisted smile appeared on his face:

"A discerning eye."

"I'm really good at cutting meat."

Zhang Chulan, watching this scene from the side, secretly groaned inwardly.

It’s over.

A mad advisor, plus a deranged serial killer as a temporary worker...

This Biyou Village... is probably going to become a slaughterhouse!

Before leaving, Chairman Zhao specifically sent him a WeChat message, instructing him: "Chu Lan, you must keep a close eye on your advisor, and make sure he doesn't do anything reckless!"

Zhang Chulan looked at Zhang Tianyi and Xiao Zizai, who were arm in arm discussing which piece of meat was the best, and felt like crying.

"Keep an eye on him?"

"Chairman Zhao, you're asking me to intercept an atomic bomb!"

"Forget it, let's just destroy it, hurry up and do it."

Zhang Chulan sighed and resignedly picked up the apron:

"Gentlemen! Should we add extra cumin?!"

Chapter 75 My Little Dual-Handed Darling, I've Come to Find You!

The bustling streets of Liupanshui city.

The luxury RV that would turn heads slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

The car door opened, and Zhang Tianyi had a popsicle he had just bought in his mouth and one foot on the pedal.

With his other hand, he waved at Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao in the car as if shooing away flies:

"Alright, alright, you can all leave now."

"The meeting point for your temporary workers is just ahead, so I'm not going to get involved."

Zhang Tianyi looked disgusted, as if she wanted to get rid of two heavy burdens:

"Your company's tedious affairs, all those meetings and reports, are so boring. I'm here for tourism, not to be a civil servant."

"And that psychopath Xiao, you go with them too, don't get your bloody smell on my car."

Xiao Zizai adjusted his glasses and politely clasped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Yes, Master. Then this junior will go and meet up with the others."

Zhang Chulan stood by the roadside with his bag on his back, looking at the Second Master in the car who looked quite content, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Just now, his phone vibrated.

That was the eighteenth WeChat message from Chairman Zhao Fangxu, and it still contained that same bolded and enlarged instruction:

【Chu Lan! Remember! Keep a close eye on your advisor! Don't let him run around! Don't let him get into any conflicts! You must report his movements at all times!!】

Zhang Chulan looked at his phone screen, then glanced at the living ancestor in the car who was directing Wang Ye to peel oranges for him.

Keep an eye on him?