Chapter 119: I've Actually Found Such a Blatantly Similar Kind

Abandoned Factory:

The special department's elites arrived, fully prepared to battle evil creatures. According to their monitoring, there were only two energy signatures, while they had dozens of people, giving them a clear numerical advantage.

You want to duel us?

Sorry.

We brought so many people because we're used to ganging up on the two of you.

"Be careful, evil creatures are cunning. If anyone is unfortunate enough to be ambushed and killed, rest assured, I'll take care of your wife and children."

"Damn!"

"You bastard."

"Serious now, this is no time for jokes."

Every time they faced evil creatures, they liked to joke to ease the tension. This time, there were quite a few "drivers" among the members who loved to tell dirty jokes. If you didn't know they were here to fight evil, you'd think it was a comedy show.

They could already smell the stench of evil and the pungent odor of blood.

Danger descended.

Darkness arrived.

Brothers, hold steady.

Entering the warehouse, they soon gathered, initially ready for battle, but the scene before them left them…speechless.

"I suspect it suffered greatly before death."

"Yeah, I agree."

"It probably never imagined it would die so tragically."

"I wonder if it suffered any…indescribable harm before its demise."

"I took a look. Judging by the wounds and the surrounding fluids…no."

At the scene:

An eighth-level evil creature lay dead, its head half gone, its body covered in deep, concave wounds. Its appearance was tragic, arguably the most miserable death in the evil creature world.

"Alright, everyone disperse."

"Disperse, disperse."

"Someone get the body bag."

Their high spirits vanished. The feeling was like being fully aroused, ready to raise hell, arriving at the gates of heaven, only to suddenly go limp. Thinking about it, it all seemed pointless.

How disappointing.

Run-down Apartment Complex:

A symbol of poverty.

A minivan, exuding the noble aura of car ownership, slowly came to a stop.

Zhou Hu and Wang Erdan got out, checked their surroundings, and quickly carried the gorilla upstairs.

Don't let the scar on Zhou Hu's face fool you into thinking he was a big shot. Reality was cruel. Times had changed. It wasn't enough to be tough and daring. You needed education, culture, knowledge, and brains. Otherwise, you'd end up like him.

The two squeezed into an industrial-style apartment, the bare walls radiating a sense of the times.

"Brother Hu, what do we do now?"

Wang Erdan looked at the green-haired gorilla. He felt it was a dangerous, ferocious thing and shouldn't have been brought back.

Zhou Hu poked the green-haired gorilla, from head to toe, chuckling, "So it's a male."

"I have an idea. See if it works."

Wang Erdan said, "Brother Hu, please enlighten me."

Educated people were like that. Occasionally, just three words could convey a complex idea.

Such expressive ability…truly breathtaking.

Zhou Hu said seriously, "We'll post the gorilla's information and photos online. I'm sure someone has a female gorilla. Our slogan will be: 'Cheap breeding, guaranteed results, fair price, honest dealing.'"

Wang Erdan was timid and not very bright, but he wasn't stupid. He gaped at his older brother, stunned.

Not because Zhou Hu's idea was outrageous.

But because it felt…idiotic.

"Brother Hu, are you serious? This is illegal! If we post it online, we're turning ourselves in. We'll definitely go to jail."

Wang Erdan had to make it clear.

Absolutely not.

This wouldn't just be self-sabotage; it would be self-destruction.

Zhou Hu looked at the green-haired gorilla, lost in thought. Making money was hard. He just wanted to earn money easily, which was why he was racking his brains for ideas.

Qing Shan Mental Hospital:

"Where are Lin Fan and Old Zhang?"

Qian Xiaobao was as handsome as ever. His handsomeness wasn't about his looks, but the aura of wealth he exuded.

Money whitens all blemishes.

With money, it didn't matter if you were human or not, you were the most handsome.

The beach vacation was too boring. The bikini-clad grannies were too vulgar. After returning, he thought of his good friends. So, on a whim, he assembled his fleet of luxury cars and bodyguards.

Director Hao smiled, slightly lowering his posture.

"They're traveling. They'll be back in a while."

This was a true gold mine. Keeping the gold mine happy was the fundamental principle of Qing Shan Mental Hospital's longevity. Such opportunities were rare. Naturally, he had to cater to him wholeheartedly.

"Where did they go?" Xiaobao asked.

The world was small in his eyes, like going from here to home.

Director Hao initially wanted to say they went to the special department, but he reconsidered. He couldn't say that. If the gold mine went to the special department, One-Eye would definitely suck up to him even more.

That would be pushing the gold mine away.

"I don't know. They went together, wandering the world. They'll be back in a while. I'll let you know when they return."

Director Hao was a good man, a man who always had the best interests of Qing Shan Mental Hospital at heart. You could call him a sycophant, or a money-grubber.

But…you couldn't say he hadn't contributed to Qing Shan Mental Hospital.

If anyone said he hadn't contributed…

He would point to his white hair, roaring, "Open your dog eyes and see clearly! What is this white hair? I'm still young!"

Qian Xiaobao was a little unhappy. He waved his hand, signaling his bodyguards to retreat. A Qing Shan Mental Hospital without his friends wasn't a place he wanted to be.

The limousine slowly drove away.

Director Hao smiled, then thought, maybe he should ask them to come back for a couple of days.

He turned to leave, but a voice called out.

"Hao Ren."

Director Hao froze, not turning around. The voice was familiar. He frowned, then relaxed, putting on a fake smile and turning around.

"Oh, it's you."

…

March 22nd!

A sense of urgency.

It was the anticipation for April 1st, drawing closer and closer.

Lin Fan didn't feel it. He had even forgotten what was happening on April 1st, or perhaps he didn't care about the coming event. He treated it as a fleeting dream.

"Lin Fan, Master, I might not be able to come tonight."

Liu Ying stood at the door, smiling, then lovingly stroked his soft, black hair. Although there was only one strand, everything was moving in a good direction.

"Why?" Lin Fan asked.

"Is there something wrong here?"

Old Zhang felt the same. He enjoyed the feeling of applying acupuncture. Only Lin Fan had ever trusted him, while others always held doubts.

Liu Ying smiled, "This place is great. It's just that I haven't been home for three days, and my girlfriend is complaining."

Old Zhang pondered for a moment, "Then you could ask your girlfriend to stay here with us."

"Yes, our bed is big enough for all of us." Lin Fan added.

Liu Ying blinked, feeling like they were implying something…inappropriate.

"No need, I'll come the day after tomorrow."

He felt the two were truly humorous, speaking about such suggestive topics so seriously.

Lin Fan and Old Zhang exchanged glances, sighing, "Alright then."

Liu Ying bid them farewell. Walking through the department, he felt light on his feet, not from last night's exertion, but from his current pride. His hair had finally grown a strand, symbolizing hope.

Whenever he encountered a colleague, he would approach them and ask, "Have you noticed anything different about me today?"

The colleague would look him up and down, left and right, and finally utter one word:

"Handsome!"

Social interactions were that simple.

Either you complimented me, or I complimented you. You were happy, I was happy. After all, they had all been through thick and thin together, brothers on the battlefield, comrades in poverty.

How could they speak ill of each other?

That day, word spread through the special department that a single hair had sprouted on Liu Ying's head. If you encountered Liu Ying and he asked you what was different, the correct response was:

"Your hair is so dark."

Thanks to Liu Ying's promotion, Lin Fan and Old Zhang entered the public eye.

Yesterday, when One-Eye took them to the testing lab, it attracted a lot of attention. Anyone personally escorted by the chief must be extraordinary. However, the results were somewhat underwhelming; no spectacular display was witnessed.

As for the astonishing scene, only the staff saw it, which ultimately resulted in a…fecal incident.

Many people were curious about Lin Fan and Old Zhang's background.

They asked Fia in HR, but she was clueless. "You ask me, who do I ask?"

On the Street:

Lin Fan and Old Zhang strolled leisurely. The outside world was bustling, yet they felt a sense of detachment.

Standing at the crosswalk, they watched the red light, waiting for it to turn green.

Passersby waiting at the red light pointed at the demonic rooster, whispering amongst themselves.

It was rare to see someone keeping a rooster as a pet.

Seeing it in person was a novelty. Some passersby took pictures with their phones, posting them on their social media to garner likes.

At that moment, an elderly woman on an electric scooter, eyeing the red light, was getting impatient. Her thought process was simple: I'll brazenly ride across. When drivers see me, they'll be too scared to hit me.

She started her scooter.

Lin Fan grabbed her arm, pointing at the light. "You can't go on a red light. Wait for the green light."

The old woman glanced at Lin Fan, shook off his hand, and retorted, "Mind your own business."

Riding her little scooter,

She soared freely.

No one could control her.

Try and hit me.

Bang!

"Ah!"

The passersby were startled by the scene. Then someone shouted,

"Accident!"

They immediately rushed over to watch.

Some took out their phones, snapped photos, and posted them on their moments.

[Traffic accident at Xiangyang Road intersection, life or death unknown, terrifying!]

Lin Fan: "There really was an accident."

Old Zhang: "Don't these people watch the news? They don't even understand traffic rules. I feel like something's wrong here. Should we go take a look?"

Lin Fan shook his head, calmly saying, "No need. The news always says not to crowd accident scenes, in case it causes further accidents."

"The light's green, let's go."

He considered calling an ambulance for the old woman, but he didn't have a phone, so he had to abandon the idea.

But with so many people at the scene,

Surely someone would help her.

The demonic rooster listened to their conversation the entire time.

It stared at them with wide chicken eyes, shocked.

It had a feeling.

These two foolish humans were definitely not normal.

Suddenly, the demonic rooster lifted its noble head. Just now, it had detected the presence of its own kind.

The aura transmitted a special signal.

"I really want to eat people."

Hmm!

There was actually such a blatant, man-eating demonic compatriot.

Probably very powerful.

The demonic rooster had a cunning plan.

Looking at the two foolish humans,

It felt its escape depended on this.