[Genshin Impact]: I can become stronger by cooking.

The two held onto the handrail and descended the pipe all the way down to the Grey River area.

Looking at the familiar scenery of Grey River District, Ai Han was filled with emotion.

She used to feel like she was living in complete darkness here.

But now, I can sense a bright future.

A person's circumstances can really affect their perception of their environment.

Chao Ke and Ai Han did not go directly to the Grey River branch, but instead went to the Rose Thorn Club first.

After all, they are a partner of the Grey River District branch, so for something like the upcoming opening, we still have to invite them.

When Chao Ke arrived at the branch of the Rose Society in the Grey River District, a surprised voice rang out first.

"Brother Chao Ke!"

Looking in the direction of the voice, Chao Ke discovered that it was Navia who was calling him.

Not only that, Navia quickly walked towards him and gave him a hug.

Chao Ke smiled and, under the unfriendly gaze of Carles, ruffled Navia's hair for a while.

After the two separated, Chao Ke looked at Navia and said with a smile.

"It's been a long time, Navia."

"Yes, it's all Dad's fault."

Navia said, slightly pursing her lips, "They found so many extracurricular teachers for me that I can't even leave the house every day."

“I’m not a wind-up mechanism, how can I be kept so taut every day?”

Carles' lips twitched as he watched his daughter publicly complain to Chao Ke.

He grabbed his daughter by the collar and pulled Navia back, leaving Miles to watch over her.

After coughing twice, Kares began to talk with Chao Ke.

First came a round of meaningless small talk, followed by praise for the progress of the Chaoke construction project.

At the same time, Carres also made a guarantee.

This afternoon, the security and service personnel provided by the Rosebush Club will arrive at their posts to prepare for tomorrow's official opening.

The opening of [Jia Zi Wei Restaurant (Huihe District Branch)] tomorrow will not be affected by personnel issues.

Chao Ke, on the other hand, was somewhat surprised by the efficiency of the Rose Thorn Society.

After all, I only informed them of the restaurant's opening date yesterday afternoon.

As a result, the Rose Association completed the relocation of relevant personnel early this morning.

Chao Ke exclaimed that with such terrifying efficiency, Rosehip truly deserves its reputation as a leading private enterprise that is not state-owned.

It seems that no matter which timeline or spacetime it is, the head of the organization is always quite turbulent.

Accompanied by Carles and his daughter, Miles, and his employee Ai Han, the group of five arrived at the location of [Jia Zi Wei Restaurant (Grey River District Branch)].

Looking at the tarpaulin covering the restaurant, Chao Ke pondered for a moment and decided to leave it until the opening tomorrow before removing it.

So, Chao Ke lifted a corner of the tarpaulin and invited everyone in.

The group of people who saw the restaurant in its entirety for the first time couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Even though I had seen this style of decoration at the main store in Vasari Corridor, the main store was only one floor.

The stunning effect of this two-story-high, one-piece glass facade on first-time visitors is indescribable.

This transformation is no less significant than the change in mobile phone screens from a small square to a full-screen display.

Perhaps it was due to limitations in materials, or perhaps it was due to limitations in imagination.

In short, no one had ever been crazy enough to use a fully transparent, one-piece glass facade before.

Carles glanced at Miles discreetly.

Myles understood his boss's meaning and slowly shook his head, indicating that he had not observed any construction crew coming in to set up anything.

Kares' expression became unusually serious.

"A building that was erected without anyone noticing..."

"What secrets does this person hold...?"

......

Fontaine.

In an office of the law enforcement court.

A young man angrily slammed his fist on the table.

"These high-ranking officials in Fontaine, especially that worm Witt, actually did something like transferring us away."

The other people in the office echoed this sentiment.

"Mr. Donatello acted for justice, yet he suffers this injustice... Alas..."

A policewoman remarked from the bottom of her heart that the actions of these high-ranking officials had even shaken her firm belief in "justice."

Seeing his former colleagues looking dejected, an older police officer cleared his throat and said with a smile.

"Alright, stop complaining, all of you. Be optimistic and think on the bright side."

"That son of a bitch Witt really went to great lengths to get us transferred to the Grey River District, treating us like undercover agents."

"The salary is good, and the multiple undercover experiences won't do any harm to my future. I'll just treat it as a vacation in the Grey River District."

"Perfect, I can also go and look after Donatello's wife and daughters."

The officer's words were effective; the atmosphere in the office was noticeably less negative than before.

A younger police officer echoed.

"Brother Salin, you're so optimistic. You've made the matter of being exiled to the Grey River region sound so appealing. But what you said makes sense."

"Just consider it a few years of vacation approved by that son of a bitch Witt!"

"Correct!"

Others echoed.

"Let's just consider it that son of a bitch Witt approved a few years of vacation for us!!!"

"Crack!"

Just as the group was shouting the loudest, their office door was suddenly kicked open.

"Damn it, who's been cursing my sect behind my back?!"

The people in the office looked over and saw that the newcomer was none other than Victor, whom they had just greeted.

For a moment, the police officers who were caught red-handed looked somewhat embarrassed.

"Damn it, Salin, you old bastard, were you the one who started this?"

Knowing the nature of these people, Witt immediately looked at Salin.

But Salin turned his head away and started whistling as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Salin's reckless attitude, Witt knew that cursing him would be pointless, so he simply turned his guns on another target.

"And you, Lina!"

"Damn it, you're the only woman in this room, and you were shouting louder than all these men. Are you afraid you won't be able to get married?"

Lina rolled her eyes at Vittoria, "Mind your own business."

Witt shrugged and said, "Fine!"

"I made a mistake."

When Salin saw Witt point his gun at the young girl in the group, he jumped out and took over the conversation.

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"What the hell are you right about? You transferred us to the Gray River District, a place where you can't even find bird poop, and you still think you're right?"

Witt's lips twitched, and he stopped pretending, immediately pressing Salin into a chair.

But Witt's actions also angered the crowd. Seeing that the surrounding police officers had rolled up their sleeves, Witt, realizing that the situation was not going well, quickly said something.

"Stop right there, all of you! Especially you, Lina! Put down your weapons, I have something to say!"

The group exchanged glances and decided to give Victor some face and see what he had to say.

Upon seeing this, the "rebellious" police officers stopped what they were doing.

Witt silently breathed a sigh of relief and said.

Chapter 170 Witt

“If you guys still want Donatello to return to the Court of Justice, then listen to me and stop making trouble.”

Witt's words stunned everyone in the office for a moment, their expressions showing a hint of excitement.

Salin, who had been pressed into a chair by Witt, was the first to ask.

"What do you mean? How did you get that Donatello kid back?"

Witt sighed softly and said.

"We in the Court of Justice all know about Donatello's case, and we all understand his sense of justice."

"But the law is the law. Even if he chooses to commit a crime in order to uphold justice, it is still a crime."

As he spoke, Witt deliberately got up and closed the office doors and windows tightly before continuing.

"Besides, this matter has been targeted by those higher-ups. No matter how much trouble you cause, you won't get any results."

Salin frowned.

"Then what do you mean by that?"

Witt pulled a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and slowly began to speak.