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

"Excuse me... Could you please make way?"

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were seen carrying large and small bags.

They squeezed in with great difficulty, carrying several woven bags that were even taller than a person.

He looked like a migrant worker returning home who had just squeezed out of the train station during the Spring Festival travel rush.

"Second...Second Master..."

Wang Ye slammed the pile of stuff down next to the booth with a thud, then collapsed onto the floor, exhausted, fanning himself with his collar in a completely unladylike manner.

"Everything you requested... has been purchased."

"All the sacs I brought are full!"

"A complete stage, sound equipment, lighting equipment, barbecue grill, numerous cases of Moutai liquor, and various food supplies..."

Zhuge Qing was also exhausted; his elegant suit was wrinkled and his glasses were fogged up.

He picked up a glass of water that no one was drinking from on the table, tilted his head back and gulped it down, then let out a long sigh of relief.

"Senior, this shopping mall in Liupanshui... we've almost emptied it out."

"Also, that speaker is only available in pink. You... don't mind, do you?"

Zhang Tianyi glanced at the huge, bright pink speaker and nodded in satisfaction:

"Pink is great, pink makes you look younger."

"You've worked hard, you two."

He stood up, stretched, and straightened his Taoist robe, which was not disheveled.

"Now that we have everything, we should head out."

"This bar is too noisy and the air quality is bad. It's better to go back to the hotel and sleep."

Zhang Tianyi turned to look at Zhang Chulan, who was peeling melon seeds for Chen Duo:

"Grandson, this drunkard is yours to handle."

He pointed to Wang Zhenqiu, who was slumped on the sofa.

“Take him back and let him join your colleagues.”

"As for us..."

Zhang Tianyi glanced at Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and Chen Duo, who was holding the Sad Frog and looking adorable:

"Let's go to the hotel and check in first. See you at Biyou Village tomorrow morning."

Zhang Chulan was taken aback, but then he understood.

The advisor is creating an opportunity for him to communicate with the temporary workers.

"Alright! Take care, sir! Leave this drunkard to me, I'll make sure he gets home safely!"

Zhang Chulan immediately stood up and helped the dazed Wang Zhenqiu up.

"Let's go, Qiu'er, wake up, let's go home to find Mom... no, let's go find Xiao Ge."

……

Inside a typical budget hotel in Liupanshui.

This is a temporary stop for temporary workers from various regions of NaDuTong.

The room was small and filled with smoke.

Although "Erzhuang" from the Northeast region was not present, his cell phone, which he used for communication, was placed in the center of the table.

Black piper from the Central China region sat on a single bed, toying with a military knife in his hand, his eyes sharp.

Old Meng from the Northwest region was huddled in a corner, staring at the floor with a distressed expression.

Meanwhile, Xiao Zizai, who appeared to be refined but was actually the most dangerous, was sitting at the table, carefully wiping his glasses with a clean white handkerchief.

"Squeak-"

The door was pushed open.

Zhang Chulan, supporting Wang Zhenqiu who was still humming and singing "Good Luck," stumbled in.

"Oh my god... this thing looks skinny, but it's incredibly heavy."

Zhang Chulan threw Wang Zhenqiu onto the bed, panting heavily from exhaustion.

"what happened?"

Hei Guan'er frowned, looking at the completely drunk Wang Zhenqiu:

"Weren't you supposed to be going on a reconnaissance mission? How did you get so drunk?"

"Investigation?"

Zhang Chulan gave a wry smile, found a stool to sit down, picked up the bottled water on the table, and took a swig.

"Brother Guan, we did conduct a reconnaissance."

"However... the result may not be what we expected."

"What do you mean?"

Old Meng, who was in the corner, looked up and asked weakly, "Has Chen Duo... been found?"

"found it."

Zhang Chulan nodded, his expression becoming unusually serious.

He glanced around at the temporary workers in the room, took a deep breath, and slowly said:

"Dear brothers and sisters, there's something I need to tell you."

"This mission concerning Chen Duo... I'm afraid we won't be able to complete it."

"what?"

The black-handed man paused, his knife momentarily gone, and his eyes instantly turned dangerous.

"Zhang Chulan, are you kidding me?"

"We've assembled temporary workers from all six districts to arrest a mere Chen Duo. Tell me, can't we finish?"

"Have you run into some tough opponents?"

Xiao Zizai, who had been silent until now, put on his glasses.

The reflection from his glasses obscured the glint of light in his eyes.

He didn't speak, but just looked at Zhang Chulan quietly, as if he had already guessed something.

"Not a tough nut to crack..."

Zhang Chulan shook his head, a bitter smile of utter helplessness on his face:

"That's... an iron plate. The kind made of titanium alloy."

"Chen Duo is now staying by my second master's side."

"And... it was protected by my second master."

"Second Master?"

Both Hei Guan'er and Lao Meng were taken aback.

"Which second advisor are you referring to?"

Zhang Chulan shrugged:

"It's that legendary junior brother of the old Celestial Master, the one who turned the acting leader of Quanxing Sect into ashes... Master Tian Shu, Zhang Tianyi."

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Apart from Xiao Zizai, who still had a smile on his face, Hei Guan'er and Lao Meng's expressions froze.

"Zhang...Zhang Tianyi?"

Old Meng stammered, "That...that god of war from decades ago? He's still alive?"

"Not only are they alive, they are living a very comfortable life."

Zhang Chulan sighed:

"He said that Chen Duo had a hard life, and he found her pleasing to the eye, so he wanted to keep her by his side for a few days."

"Anyone who wants to mess with Chen Duo will have to get past him first."

Zhang Chulan looked at everyone and spread his hands:

"Everyone, I'm not trying to boost the morale of others and diminish our own."

"Whether the rest of us combined are enough to be struck by lightning is still an unknown."

"This task... whoever wants to do it can do it, but I certainly don't dare to risk it."

The clarinet fell silent.

Although he was arrogant, he was also self-aware.

Are they trying to steal someone from the legendary old master's junior brother?

That's like lighting a lamp in a latrine—it's like asking for trouble!

"Zhang Chulan is right."

Xiao Zizai, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

His voice was gentle, yet it carried an undeniable calmness:

"I saw that person in person at the service area."

"His scent... was very distinctive."

"That's something that even I can't get an appetite for, because... the difference is too great."

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses, his tone flat:

“If Chen Duo is in his hands, then we really have no chance.”