Saiyan stowaways on the Ark

But at least she can spend these few days on "keeping each other company"!

Moreover, such a peaceful and leisurely time is never boring.

—It would be better if that black suit-wearing guy hadn't suddenly rushed over and even trampled his sandcastle.

The entire accident happened very quickly and rapidly from beginning to end.

Lappland instinctively realized someone was watching them, and the moment their eyes met, the other person rushed over, and the sandcastle was trampled to pieces.

Then Lappland delivered a sweeping punch to the black-suited man's chin, and the next moment he collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

When the man recovered from the concussion, he found himself buried in the sand.

The white-haired Lupo man he considered a suspect was squatting in front of him, and several women he regarded as accomplices were standing nearby.

The surrounding tourists didn't really notice what was happening—after all, burying people in the sand is quite common on the beach, and it's popular for sand bathing, but no one would bury someone so close to the sea.

"Alright, alright, I'm not some kind of demon. If I take a few dozen or a hundred grams of something from you, I'll let you go."

An angry expression?

No, that level of malice wasn't enough to truly anger her.

Lappland maintained her usual smiling demeanor, then spoke lightly to the black suit that she had buried in the sand closest to the rising tide, in a tone that contained a hint of madness.

Then he looked at the sandcastle ruins he had painstakingly built, which had been destroyed before he could even say, "Can Texas do it?"

It's impossible not to be angry.

"Kong, could it be that he's a huge fan of yours?"

Exusiai looked at the blonde Lupo girl beside her and asked.

"No, no, absolutely not. My fans are all very well-mannered."

But the girl called "Sora" just shook her head repeatedly.

"Oh, then I won't be polite."

Lappland, crouching on the beach, flicked its tail, a strange smile playing on its lips, and stuck its fingers into the cleavage of its chest.

From there, she took out a folding knife that still carried the warmth of her body.

Even though weapons are not allowed on the beach, she has her own ways of keeping those potentially deadly toys.

"What the hell do you want to do?! Tell me... I'm telling you! This is Xisi... Ugh!!!"

"Shh... Don't be afraid, it'll be over soon."

But Lappland covered his mouth before he could shout louder to attract attention, while a gleaming knife slowly approached his head.

"Waaaaah!!!"

Upon seeing this, the man immediately began to struggle desperately on the spot, but he was unable to break free from the sand's grip.

"This isn't a good idea... There's no need for bloodshed, we don't even know what he's here for."

Sora suddenly stopped her, but she was speaking to Texas, not to Lappland, who was acting as the executor.

"It's nothing, I just shaved his hair."

Texas, on the other hand, watched Lappland's actions as if they were nothing out of the ordinary.

"Don't worry, I'm not some kind of demon."

Hearing this, even the black suit that had been buried seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

At least the other party wasn't like a gangster, gouging out eyes or cutting off noses.

"Ah...it was just hair...wait! My dreadlocks that I've had for over ten years! Don't touch them...ugh!!!"

But when he realized things weren't so simple, Lappland pressed his mouth shut again, while the gleaming blade began to shave his head.

————Siesta Art Street, Graffiti Alley————

Siesta's inclusiveness extends far beyond music, food, or race.

Other forms of art are also included, whether classical or avant-garde.

"Wow... this graffiti is really bold. It uses the human body as a brush, and the outline of the picture is extremely impactful and full of tension. You can really feel the innovation and breakthrough of traditional street graffiti that this painting conveys."

"Yes, it takes a lot of determination and perseverance to create graffiti like this. If you're not careful, you'll end up in the hospital!"

A group of street graffiti enthusiasts marveled at a human silhouette painted on a wall in an alley.

The painting clearly depicts a person's facial features and limbs, and the large amount of paint splattered along the edges of the outline is enough to show that the effort used to "paint" this picture was definitely not light.

"As expected, the most admirable person is you, artist. Wearing a suit but choosing to do street graffiti with a strong hip-hop style, not caring that your clothes are stained with paint, and even putting your personal safety aside, you will definitely get a good ranking in this competition!"

Many graffiti artists can immediately recognize the man in the black suit covered in paint lying in the corner as the artist.

They could even picture him covering himself in paint and charging headlong into the wall, seemingly ready to die.

“Yi...yi..."

"One? First place? Indeed, such bold graffiti might actually win first place."

"Hospital..."

The man in the black suit, whom they mistook for a graffiti artist, only remembered that after he followed the burly man and the little girl with film to this place, the little girl turned around, noticed him, and then waved.

Then, I couldn't remember anything.

————Amusement Park————

"Neuropathy."

Thomas clapped his hands, looking at the black suit that was stuck in the ground like an upside-down scallion, and said somewhat impatiently.

"Does this guy not know how to talk properly? He comes right off the bat wanting to fight, so what exactly is he here for?"

Froststar was also puzzled by this person's unclear motives.

But for Thomas, beating someone in a suit to the ground seems to be something he misses.

Moreover, such incidents often mark the beginning of a series of inexplicable events.

"I think we should leave before passersby realize this isn't a magic show... I checked, and he's not dead, just unconscious."

Grani proposed that on one side are people who attack without reason, and on the other side are people who, once they start fighting, have no chance to reason.

Staying put might cause even greater chaos.

Skadi sighed. She was used to these kinds of troubles in some ways, but most of the time she didn't care how they happened.

[Main Text] Siesta's Hottest Holiday: Chapter Twenty-Seven What Did Big Bob Do Wrong?

Hotels, while requiring identity verification for check-in, often lack strict verification procedures. Coupled with the large influx of tourists during peak seasons, they certainly have ample reason to be suspected by some.

Using hotels as temporary hiding places is a common trope in both real-life cases and movies.

Some black suits, hoping to try their luck, ended up at hotels near the beach.

After a thorough investigation, the "Siesta Beach Hotel," which was initially unlikely to be a hiding place, was finally identified.

Buildings that can directly use local place names are something only the owners who win the naming rights bid are qualified to do.

Therefore, this hotel is not only large in scale, but also exceptionally luxurious in terms of decoration and service. It is not only a place to rest, but also suitable for conducting business to show one's sincerity.

Therefore, the identity verification process is much stricter than in other hotels, making it very unlikely to become a hiding place for suspects.

But perhaps thinking that the criminals might have the mentality that "the most dangerous place is the safest place," the men in black suits still chose to go to the hotel to conduct their investigation.

The receptionist was well aware of the identities of these men in black suits; they were the mayor's subordinates. Therefore, she did not stop them without authorization and let them in.

And they were indeed "lucky" enough to discover the suspicious person.

However, it wasn't these people who discovered them directly. Instead, the receptionist immediately recognized that they were there to arrest someone and mysteriously pointed them to a private room.

"There are three suspicious people talking over there. Take a look for yourselves, and please don't cause us any more trouble."

Several men in black suits arrived at the private room with the door slightly ajar. They pressed themselves against the wall, listening intently to the conversation inside while peeking through the crack in the door at the scene inside.

The scene inside the private room instantly shocked the men in black suits.

"Boss... I've spotted suspicious individuals at the Siesta Beach Hotel: a feline woman, an armed man in a bomb suit, and a Sarkaz who looks like Blood Demon."

One of the men in the black suit immediately whispered to the man in the black suit on a walkie-talkie, relaying what he had seen.

Admittedly, such a combination is highly suspicious to most Terrans with common sense.

Leaving aside the tall, blue-haired Felin, the man in the riot gear was obviously not normal, and the other was the infamous Blood Demon, who was notorious in Sarkaz. It would be strange if it weren't for the fact that they all appeared in the same place at the same time.

"Good, no one else has reported anything further to me. You continue to keep watch, and call me immediately if you notice anything unusual..."

Meanwhile, Blackie was getting anxious because the others hadn't responded after reporting the anomalies. Their new discoveries naturally gave her a glimmer of hope. She instructed the man in black not to act on his own and prepared to move to the next area to search.

After hanging up on Black's call, the man in the black suit continued to listen intently to the conversation inside.

Where's the goods?

The black-haired, twin-tailed Blood Demon, her hands clasped together, resting her chin on her hand, asked the man in the blast suit sitting opposite her in a serious tone.

“Inside the carriage, there are finished products, as well as the ‘living one’ you requested. Bringing it from such a far place was no easy feat. You know how bad-tempered these kinds of creatures are; they can easily cause me a lot of trouble.”

The man in the bomb suit calmly responded to the Blood Demon Girl's questions, repeatedly emphasizing the difficulties he faced as the supplier, seemingly trying to raise the price.

"Don't worry, you won't be shortchanged. After all, this is our first time working together. Leaving a good impression on each other is the key to a win-win situation in the future, isn't it?"

The Blood Demon Girl revealed a mature smile, her every move exuding the composure that only a seasoned businesswoman could display.

"So when can I check out the goods? I can't wait... *slurp*"

The blue-haired woman, dressed in a rather revealing shirt, had clearly defined muscles in her exposed arms. She wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and chuckled foolishly.

"Honestly, the moment you first sent me the picture, I knew it was a top-tier item, unlike anything you usually see. I might become obsessed with it for a long time..."

The men in black suits were stunned by what they heard.

—It was a lot of work to bring something that was still alive here.

—And then, she has a bad temper, yet she's still very desirable.

Isn't this exactly what they're talking about—the missing young lady?

Aside from the somewhat puzzling question of why it's a woman lusting after her, isn't the other description a perfect match?