Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

"Want to go? Sure! I'll invite Texas along, we'll go together!"

Exusiai spoke with great enthusiasm, her halo seeming to shine even brighter. But Croissant, upon hearing this, was clearly not very interested. With a speechless expression, she pulled out her wallet from her pocket, unzipped it, turned it inside out, and even shook it a few times for Exusiai to see.

Unsurprisingly, there was nothing there.

"Hey... the Emperor shouldn't charge us, right?"

Exusiai scratched her head.

Croissant gave him a deadpan look, as if to say: Do you think that's possible?

She shrugged and said, "If you offered to treat me at this time, I would go."

Exusiai suddenly realized, straightened up, jumped lightly, and said happily, "My treat!"

Do you have money?

Exusiai suddenly realized, and with a second attempt, straightened up and jumped lightly again: "I didn't!"

"I knew it... With all the snacking you do all day, you'll run out of money, and yet you haven't gained weight!"

Croissant complained indignantly that Exusiai wanted an apple pie almost every spare moment from morning till night, especially on the day the Emperor paid his salary. It was even more extreme then, like a hungry ghost being born. All the cake shop managers in the city baked half as many apple pies as usual that day, just waiting for Exusiai to help them consume them.

But the thing is, Exusiai can eat so much, yet she never gains weight! It's simply unbelievable!

Croissant weighed her own belly, which she had been trying to control her food intake but was still gaining weight, and then glanced at Exusiai's belly, which had not an ounce of fat. She was immediately annoyed.

Is this Sakta? It's supposed to be a country where everyone loves sweets, yet everyone there is so handsome and beautiful! As a member of the Sakta family, I'm incredibly envious.

But Exusiai wasn't happy with Croissant's comment and pouted as she retorted:

"Croissant, you always go out to set up a stall after get off work, how come you still don't have any money?"

"I..." Croissant was about to blurt out, "Because I didn't sell anything," but she had to swallow her words.

She really couldn't say. Croissant was a vain person. Although she hadn't even taken the first step in her shady business of setting up a stall, she always liked to show off her "sales figures" for the day on her friends and social media accounts.

The sales figures were obviously fake, but once the boast was out there, it became the truth. A little embarrassed, Croissant couldn't very well expose her own exaggeration, so she could only turn her face to the side and stubbornly say:

"I...I...I used it to buy hiking gear! I plan to learn to hike and exercise (to lose weight) when I'm less busy at work in a while."

Exusiai's lips curled into a smile. She knew Croissant so well; she could easily tell that Croissant was hiding something. Her eyebrows twitched, and she moved closer to Croissant, her nostrils flaring slightly, and chuckled.

"It smells like a lie!"

"Click!"

A box fell to the ground at the door. Texas stared blankly at what was in front of her, and the room fell into a brief silence.

"It seems I... arrived at the wrong time?"

"Texas, it's a misunderstanding!" Exusiai hurriedly explained.

The Emperor, who was standing to the side watching the drama unfold, walked over to Croissant, jumped up, and realizing he still couldn't reach her shoulder, he could only pat her back and said:

"Don't be afraid if you encounter this kind of thing. Penguin Logistics is a legitimate company. Come and complain to me. I will never tolerate workplace sexual harassment!"

Croissant's lips twitched, her eyes darted around, and she asked:

Can I apply for a subsidy?

The Emperor: "Why don't you just kiss him back?"

Texas pressed down on Exusiai's head, who was trying to protect her waist, and stomped her foot angrily:

"Boss! Stop playing around! We still have work to do tonight!"

The Emperor waved his hand, somewhat bored: "I know, I know, little Texas is still so serious. How about letting Exusiai drive tonight?"

"You can sit in the passenger seat." Texas shrugged nonchalantly.

Exia's driving skills are undeniable. Whether she's in good condition or not, the only difference is how badly you vomit.

The Emperor was clearly intimidated, stiffly changing the subject, spreading his arms... and said with his twin fins:

"Alright, alright, let's get to work! Finish before midnight tonight, and it's on me. We'll drink until we drop at the ends of the earth!"

"Ohhhhhhhhh!"

Cheers erupted from the room.

Penguin Logistics' work is different from Zhaochi Logistics, which truly controls the logistics industry in Longmen. Although Penguin Logistics also takes ordinary goods delivery orders, most of the time, it is responsible for escorting more valuable and dangerous items, and sometimes it even helps deal with some "dangerous people". Its status is more similar to Wei Yanwu's officially recognized "bounty hunter". If we use a more Chinese-style term, it would be "bodyguard".

They usually only appear at night, because Lungmen belongs to the Guard Bureau during the day, and only at night are the Rat King, Penguin Logistics, and the various gangs that roam the streets active. Today, Exusiai and her two companions have only one task: to deliver a batch of special equipment purchased by "Mr. Wei" from the transfer area to the Guard Bureau.

The Emperor knew who Mr. Wei was, Texas had her own guesses, and Exusiai and Croissant didn't have such ulterior motives, but none of them cared. Anyway, the mission was simple; in Lungmen territory, who would dare rob Mr. Wei's goods?

This batch of goods, in particular, is said to be related to the arrival of several distinguished guests.

Exusiai walked downstairs with great interest, jumped into the driver's seat, and since the Emperor said she would drive today, she would drive.

Just as she was about to insert the key into the lock, a surprised voice came from the passenger seat next to her:

"Oh, it's not Texas, it's Xiao Le, are you driving? Then I'll sit in the back seat."

Exusiai recognized the voice almost immediately. She turned around in disbelief and tugged at the blue-haired fallen angel, knocking her down onto the passenger seat. The halo slammed against the car door with a loud clang.

"Mostima!"

"Exusiai shouted loudly."

Mostima gently ruffled the red-haired Sarkaz girl's hair, inhaling the apple scent wafting from her nose, and smiled faintly.

"Long time no see, Xiao Le."

Chapter Nineteen: Wait a minute, just a little longer.

"Miss Mostima has returned. Did she hear about what happened these past few days?"

Texas, sitting in the driver's seat, looked through the rearview mirror at Mostima sitting in the back seat and Exusiai lying on Mostima's lap, and asked curiously.

In the end, she ended up driving, which was unavoidable. Although it was extremely rare for Exusiai to have the opportunity to race and see Mostima, a car is inanimate, while Mostima is alive. Compared to an inanimate object, Exusiai cherished the short time she spent with Mostima more.

In the end, when Texas had already prepared vomit bags for the Emperor and went downstairs to open the back door of the car, she saw Exusiai and Mostima, and she understood everything. She then sat back in the driver's seat.

So, the final seating arrangement in the car became: Texas in the driver's seat, Croissant in the passenger seat, and Exusiai and Mostima taking up the back seats.

As for the Great Emperor...

"You can't treat me like this! I'm your boss, and I'll dock your pay if you do this!"

Finally forced to sit in the trunk, the emperor grumbled and cursed all the way.

Mostima looked puzzled upon hearing Texas's question. She shook her head and asked in return:

"I just happened to be passing through Lungmen during a mission, so I came back to take a look. Has anything happened in Lungmen recently?"

Texas shrugged, about to speak, when Exusiai interrupted:

"I know, I know. Commander Wei started a city-wide cleanup a few days ago. I heard from the boss that he's preparing to welcome some guests!"

"Spring cleaning? Welcoming guests?" Mostima blinked, not quite understanding what Exusiai was saying.

The Emperor, sitting in the trunk, also seemed angry and remained silent. Croissant, in the passenger seat, spoke up:

"A thorough cleaning doesn't just involve ordinary garbage."

She's barely made any money from her street stall these past few days because of the recent "clean-up" campaign in Longmen. Wei Yanwu's "nationwide clean-up" isn't just about eliminating physical garbage; it's also about eradicating "scum" like unscrupulous merchants, thieves, and criminals. The campaign is so extensive that now, apart from the slums, even the riverbank areas at night no longer have the chaotic night markets they used to have.

Texas chimed in at that moment:

"Croissant is right. It seems that Lungmen is going to receive some important person this time. I went to the inner city a few days ago on business, and there were even some bruises there."

The decorations, the lanterns and colorful streamers, are a grand spectacle that only appears during festivals and holidays in Longmen. Although only the inner city was decorated this time, while the outer city appeared as usual, it was still enough to demonstrate the extraordinary nature of this operation.

Mostima frowned slightly and pondered for a moment.

Since she left Victoria, three months have passed according to normal Terra time. However, in Mostima's subjective time, it has only been three days. Mostima remembers every detail clearly.

During this time, she departed from Victoria Lentinium, first visiting Ursus with a messenger caravan, then traveling to Letania. After resting in Letania for a while, she traveled alone to Columbia.

She deliberately avoided Silicon Valley and Washington, because she knew that Wayne had been to those two places.

It wasn't time yet; the cooling-off period she had given herself wasn't over. A month was just a day to her, and she had given herself an objective three years and a subjective thirty-odd days of cooling-off time. Before this thirty-odd days of reflection were over, Mostima couldn't be sure of her true feelings.

Whether it was the suspension bridge effect resulting from being rescued after falling into a demonic crisis, a fleeting feeling of attraction after breaking the emotional blockage, or a genuine intention to end her long journey of solitude and settle down with someone, Mostima needs time to determine.

She wanted the real thing, not the impulses brought on by dopamine and hormone secretion.

During her travels, she hadn't heard of any nobles or wealthy individuals from any region establishing contact with Lungmen. Was it that Lungmen's guests didn't come from Ursus, Letania, or Columbia, or was her intelligence inaccurate?

If the guests aren't from Ursus and Letania, which are closer to Lungmen, then where are they from? Casimir? Bolivia?

Or rather, Victoria?

Mostima suddenly pictured the man in his mind. For a moment, he couldn't quite place him. Judging by his personality, he certainly seemed like the kind of person who couldn't stay still and was always on the go. But hadn't he just returned from Colombia? Hadn't he just stirred up such a massive wave there? So soon, was he coming to Lungmen again?

As a former Lateran envoy to Victoria who was familiar with Wayne's abilities and had even personally experienced being completely deceived by her, Mostima was certain that this matter must be related to him after learning about everything that happened in Colombia and that Wayne had stayed in the area where the turmoil occurred.

Vina's subsequent national speech and press conference further solidified her suspicions.

She understood Wayne's abilities and had too much faith in his character. Exposing the darkness of Loken's tanks, implicating the entire Colombian political scene, and giving up this leverage that could almost be used to blackmail a country for benefits in exchange for a moment of light piercing through the darkness—this behavior seemed incomprehensible to outsiders, but Mostima believed Wayne would do it because he was capable of doing it and would do it!

"It must be that some important figure from Yan Kingdom is coming."

The Emperor suddenly spoke, interrupting Mostima's increasingly veiled thoughts.

"Every four years, the Yan Kingdom sends out the Dali Temple Supervisory Office to inspect all the cities within its territory. This is the Yan Kingdom's system. Counting from this year to 1092, the Dali Temple Supervisory Office should be here by now."

Four years...

Exusiai, Texas, and Croissant remained silent.

Four years ago, neither of them had reached Lungmen, and their fates were on different parallel lines. Exusiai was still a notorious problem student at the Laterano Catholic School, Texas was still the orphan of a legendary family from Syracuse, walking the blood-soaked path with another white figure, and Croissant, Croissant was still just a loaf of bread...

Unfortunately, Croissant's story is the least legendary among the three. Compared to Texas and Exusiai, her experiences are as mundane as a loaf of bread—the kind you could easily spot in a crowd.

Do you remember how many pieces of bread you've eaten?

Croissant's past is just such an ordinary story. But ordinariness isn't always a bad thing in Terra.

Hearing the Emperor's report, Mostima felt somewhat relieved.

He's a big shot in Yan. Then Mostima isn't afraid anymore. She hadn't been to Yan for three months and didn't know much about the country, so she naturally forgot about it.

But no matter what, as long as it's not Wayne who comes, that's fine.