Ark Undead

The next day, after the room was cleaned with a special machine, Greyhound immediately picked up his bag and moved in, a speed that left Greyhound in awe.

If the Tower of Babel had been built at that speed, I really don't know how we would have lost back then.

However, Greyhound hasn't just been resting these past few days; he's also been taking care of someone.

"Just go lie down on the bed. I told them the guest room is in pretty good condition. We'll go see Big Brother later."

W, in a daze, followed the greyhound's directions to the guest room, then collapsed.

She still couldn't shake off the influence she had on that day under the influence of the mortal.

Having witnessed the abyss overflow up close, W's ability to hold on until now, and even showing signs of improvement, is undeniable. It must be said, the wound inflicted by the undead has a tremendous effect.

Of course, this vengeful and strong-willed woman would not forget to settle scores with Greyhound.

During these few days, while Greyhound took care of her as a senior, W asked Greyhound many questions.

He had originally planned to tell W about the good news, and Greyhound didn't hide anything, explaining his affairs in Da Yan to her in detail.

The relationship with Hongchenke was ruined by that incident two years ago, and that's how it is now.

Originally, Red Dust Guest and Greyhound had a decent relationship. After all, Rhodes Island was connected to headquarters; one was in the hotel business, and the other was in the pharmaceutical business. On the surface, there was no conflict, and they were both intelligence agencies operating privately. They kept to themselves and sometimes even exchanged intelligence.

As Rhodes Island citizens, we should theoretically enjoy ambassadorial privileges in Shang Shu. These privileges are due to Rhodes Island providing substantial operating funds to Da Yan, while also actively addressing the issue of infected individuals within Da Yan.

However, the mastermind behind the Red Dust Inn, namely the Si Sui Tai, has good relations with Kazdel. As for the reason, Greyhound has never been able to find out, which is why he does not recommend that the Undead go to the Red Dust Inn.

The events of the past two years led to Rhodes Island's near-complete withdrawal from Shangshu. At the time, the official response to Greyhound was that foreign forces were causing chaos within the country, so they would not take the case and began to issue arrest warrants for Rhodes Island.

Of course, this was definitely not Liang Xun's style. In fact, Liang Xun had not yet taken office as the prefect of Shangshu at that time.

At that time, Shang Shu was almost entirely controlled by Si Sui Tai. Since more than three fragments of divine beasts were located there, it was only natural for Si Sui Tai to establish its forces in the vicinity.

Therefore, when Liang Xun took office as the prefect of Shangshu a year ago, Greyhound felt that Liang Xun must have a powerful backer, or that he was the first step someone pushed to Shangshu to weaken the control of the Sishuitai over Shangshu.

Greyhound, at that time, didn't even know whether Sisuitai's actions against Rhodes Island were due to Theresis's orders or had ulterior motives.

The people who took action were some of the retainers of the Red Dust Clan whom Greyhound knew, as well as two officials from the Si Sui Terrace.

However, Greyhound, thanks to his status in Kazdel, received advance notice that he was to assist the people of Si Suitai in clearing out Rhodes Island's personnel in Da Yan.

So, after making preparations, Greyhound forged three death records and sent Shang Shu's companions to the capital, while he himself continued to try to stay in Shang Shu and maneuver around.

Apart from Greyhound, the other three were ordinary Rhodes Island employees, and as his senior, he naturally had to protect their lives.

However, during their escape, they were captured by the Red Dust Guest's men, and Greyhound had no choice but to kill them.

However, while Greyhound did manage to get his companions to safety, this also led to Kazdel's suspicion of him. After all, someone from the Red Dust Clan had died, and Greyhound was still in Shang Shu; it seemed suspicious no matter how you looked at it.

Greyhound hadn't been in contact with Kazdel for a long time, and he needed to find a way to maintain his relationship with Kazdel in order to ensure he could continue to maneuver between the two sides.

W's arrival gave him an opportunity.

Greyhound didn't need to give a long speech to defend himself; he knew exactly what that false king Kazdel needed.

He doesn't need your loyalty, he only needs your ability.

As long as you have genuinely facilitated his plans, he won't care what you did before.

Therefore, he needs to use W as a stepping stone to help him maintain his identity in Kazdel, and also to have an excuse to stay in Shangshu during this period, continuing to hide as someone that no one can find for a while.

As for the items that Greyhound handed over, they prove that Great Yan will not take action against foreign countries within one or two years, which is enough. Hopefully, after this incident, Therese will be able to turn her attention away from Great Yan.

As for the portal in W's hand, Greyhound experienced that much earlier.

That was when he was still on the battlefield of Kazdel, where he had seen those monsters emerge with his own eyes, surging forth along with the overwhelming black mud.

If it weren't for the king...

Greyhound stopped there, his eyes suddenly glazing over, and W didn't press him further.

These are harmless issues.

Everyone has their own little secrets, and W won't pry into questions that don't concern him; this is also a sign of respect for Greyhound.

In short, things have come to a temporary end, and they all have time to relax for a day or two.

Stretching in his chair, Greyhound glanced at the newly built Rhodes Island office, but his mind was elsewhere.

Touching his chin, Greyhound felt a pang of longing for the hot pot he had a couple of days ago.

How about... we drag my older brother along for a meal?

306. Hot Pot

Greyhound unexpectedly found the Undead the day after the incident ended.

Yan Di knew about Greyhound's situation, so he didn't stop him. Instead, he led him upstairs and found the Undead.

The first thing the greyhound said was...

"Hey bro, let's get together at a hot pot restaurant tonight, wanna come?"

The Undead were chatting with Ornstein about Theresis when they heard that Greyhound had arrived, so they stopped talking and turned to look at Greyhound.

"Hot Pot?"

For the people of Sichuan, hot pot is a taste of home etched into their very soul.

The Undead had seen this thing on billboards. He found it hard to understand how someone could eat something so bright red.

It's hard for others to understand how he could possibly pour a bottle of elements, as hot as molten lava, into his mouth—it's a concept.

"Yes, hot pot."

The greyhound reached up and wiped the drool from the corner of its mouth.

In the years since Da Yan came here, Greyhound may not have done much else, but he has definitely spoiled himself with a very high standard of living.

Simple street food can taste just as good as restaurants in major cities in other countries, not to mention the pleasure of eating heartily, which is exactly the feeling that a Greyhound like me loves most.

He sat down by the campfire, stretched out his hand towards the fire, and felt the temperature of the flames.

"It just so happens that Immortal Nian and Immortal Ling just returned from the capital this morning and were asking about our future plans. We can talk about these things tonight. I guess they also wanted to discuss something with you, which is why they asked if I wanted to have dinner together."

Greyhound had his own reasons, otherwise he wouldn't have come to ask the Undying Man. However, Nian and Ling gave Greyhound an excellent one.

The Undead thought for a moment and realized he didn't seem to have anything to do. He'd heard they were coming, and all that was missing were himself and Onstan.

He turned to look at Ongstein and asked him if he was going.

Onstan was also quite interested. He rubbed his hands together and said with a smile.

"Hot pot, huh? It tastes pretty good. It would be nice to have a meal there. I heard that the girl named Nian has an accent from the Shangshu area. I guess she was the one who suggested it."

"Yes, it's Immortal Nian."

Greyhound asked the Undead for a piece of firewood by the campfire, wanting to learn from the Undead how to break the wood with both hands.

But no matter how hard he tried to break off the firewood, he could only manage to break off a small piece at most.

It's completely different from the skillful force that allows an immortal to be split in two.

After trying for a while, Greyhound gave up, just as he heard the Undead speak.

"Go, where is it?"

Thinking that I still had some things to ask Nian, I decided to take this opportunity to see him again.

The greyhound smiled and said happily.

"That's the hot pot restaurant right next to Brother Sun's. That's where I ate last time."

"Brother Sun?"

Upon hearing Greyhound mention Brother Sun, the Undead suddenly realized something.

"He's not, he's not with Si Suitai..."

"Oh, him. I only mentioned a location."

The greyhound's expression gradually dimmed, returning to its usual calm.

"When you come over later, you'll know what happened."

...

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

At a nightclub near the Rhode Island office, a crowd of residents gathered, occasionally whispering among themselves.

Their gazes were drawn to the signboard that had been thrown to the ground, and to the people kneeling on the ground with their hands bound behind their backs.

"Thirty-seven pieces of illegal Originium equipment. The illegal group has been operating for a year and a half, and the amount involved in overseas smuggling is approximately 14 million Lungmen Dollars."

The Undead, dressed in casual clothes, leaned against the wall of a building behind the crowd. Next to him, Greyhound was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, explaining to the Undead what was happening there.

"And his long-standing practice of group sex trafficking... ah, you know, the kind of thing where men and women reproduce. And other miscellaneous violations of the Great Yan laws, all of them were confiscated. Lord Liang is really ruthless. Taking advantage of the discovery of Brother Sun's crimes, he wiped them all out in one fell swoop."

The Undead looked at the nightclub. He had been talking and chatting with Nian and the others there just two days ago, and now they were all gone.

Among those kneeling on the ground, bound by ropes, the Undead could vaguely make out a few familiar figures.

This includes the burly man who opened the door for the Undead that day, and Greyhound's suspected old flame, Sister Wu.

They all lowered their heads, their faces ashen, and offered no resistance.

"Actually, these people don't know anything; they just come to the nightclub to make money. Maybe only Sister Wu knows a little bit about it, but there's nothing to say. If they should be arrested, they should be arrested."

Greyhound spoke casually, and the Undead nodded, turning his head to glance at Greyhound.

He opened his mouth and asked.

"Didn't you plead for that woman?"

"Which woman? Sister Wu the Second?"

Greyhound paused for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face as he shook his head.

"We all do this job, and we'll all face this day sooner or later. I'm no exception. If it weren't for you this time, I'd probably be the one in trouble. Maybe it'll be Brother Sun and her who rise to the top, instead of me, a manager at the Rhodes Island office."

Stretching, Greyhound didn't care about the woman with whom he had shared intimate moments.

"Besides, when I saved Brother Sun, it was only because of his connections and abilities in the local area. We both knew that. When things are safe, we'll help each other out, but if anything really happens, we'll betray each other."

For him, many things are like this: although there has been interaction, it is not very meaningful.