The Daily Life of a Zombie Cultivator

It swayed.

Well.

not bad.

I just don't know if this girl has learned how to adjust gears.

I'll ask her to come over and take a test when I have time.

Ok…

Ideally, it should be at night, and also...

Huh?

At that moment, Xiao Jiang was suddenly attracted by a rhythmic "doo-doo" sound.

Peek out from inside the shop.

It turned out to be Mr. Ma from next door, standing at the shop entrance, chopping meat on the cutting board with two knives in hand.

"Do do do do".

I must say, it's actually quite rhythmic.

Before she knew it, she had become quite engrossed in watching.

A while later.

It wasn't until Boss Ma waved his hand in front of him that Xiao Jiang belatedly came to his senses.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Nothing much, I just saw you spacing out and called out to you."

Oh, I see.

Xiao Jiang chuckled sheepishly and scratched his head.

"I noticed your knife technique was a bit strange when you were chopping meat, so I..."

...

"You noticed?"

Ma Bochang was stunned.

Just as he was about to ask a few more questions, an inappropriate ringtone came from his pocket.

I wanted to hang up, but subconsciously I took out my phone and looked at the number.

He frowned.

I greeted them anyway, then came out of the market and answered the phone.

"what's up?"

After he finished speaking, he was stunned when he heard the news on the phone.

"Assist the officials of the Professional League in investigating the true cause of death of a Class D Tracker?"

.........

Chapter Sixty-Five: Comrade Red Hair is a Good Comrade

Ma Bochang met the people sent by the professional league at the intersection of the western suburban expressway.

Two people got out of a dark gray, streamlined, suspended car.

One male and one female.

They all looked to be in their early twenties.

The man was dressed in trendy clothes, quite tall, but his skin was a bit pale, and he had an earring in his ear.

The girl was wearing an unidentified school uniform and was very pretty, but judging from her makeup, she didn't quite look like a student.

That's pretty strange.

But when the two men walked towards him with calm expressions...

Ma Bochang suddenly sensed something.

His wrist involuntarily rested on the hilt of the knife at his waist.

next second.

A dog-shaped creature, about half the height of a person, emerged from behind the woman.

In an instant.

Ma Bochang's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

"Bringing strange beasts into the city?"

However, the other party did not pay any attention to him.

He walked straight up to Old Ma, a smirk playing on his lips, looked him up and down, and then pursed his lips in disdain.

"You are Ma Bochang?"

"I am Chen Tianze."

As he spoke, he took out an ID card from his pocket and tossed it into Ma Bochang's hand.

Then he put his arm around the waist of the woman next to him, who was walking her pet.

The two people and their pet swaggered forward.

They only took two steps.

The young man seemed to remember something, turned around, and waved his finger in the air.

"Hey, there are two boxes in the car, remember to help me with that."

"Thank you."

The last two words were clearly added after hesitation.

Seeing this, Ma Bochang could easily tell who these people were.

He lowered his head and opened the document.

[Chen Tianze, Deputy Head of the Second Sub-group of the Investigation Committee]

A deputy head of a powerful department.

As far as Ma Bochang knows.

In this department, any team member must have at least a D- level of skill.

This way, when we go out to investigate, we can keep the scene under control.

But this one in front of me.

His steps were unsteady, his posture slouching; he looked exactly like a dissolute playboy.

He even brought a female companion on his mission.

They even kept exotic animals as pets.

and so.

This isn't an investigation; it's more like a vacation.

Thinking of this.

Ma Bochang ignored the two people and one pet walking ahead of him.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

As a result, two minutes later.

He hung up the phone.

Looking at the backs of the couple strolling in the distance, his long, narrow phoenix eyes were full of deep meaning.

"Oh."

"Trying to use me, Old Ma, as a shield for your gilded image?"

"interesting."

……

Half an hour later.

The entrance to the Shangri-La Hotel in the new town of East Seventh District.

Old Ma, dressed as a butcher, had a kitchen knife slung across his waist.

Simply standing here has attracted a lot of attention.

But he himself didn't care at all.

Standing by the pool, he smoked a cigarette while admiring the passing scenery.

At that moment, a hesitant voice came from behind him.

"Hello, is this Master Ma?"

Old Ma turned around and saw a pretty young woman in business attire, dragging a suitcase, looking at him with a curious gaze.

"Yes, it's me," he replied, then waited for the other person to hand him the box.

But the girl hesitated for a moment.

"Do you need me to demonstrate for you...?"

"Need not."

Old Ma realized that the girl was worried he wouldn't know how to use it, and gave a nonchalant laugh.

"Scent tracker".

"I've played it before."

As he spoke, he reached out and dragged the suitcase over from next to the girl.

Then he turned around and left.

However, after taking only a few steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned around, and said something to the girl who was still in a daze.

"Girl, listen to me. Take a few days off and have a man replace you at the station to do this job."

"Believe me, the woman next to him won't give you a friendly look."

After saying that, he flicked the cigarette butt into the fountain, picked up the suitcase, and left.

The girl was left standing there alone, pondering the meaning of those words.

.........

This is the VIP room on the top floor of the hotel at this moment.

Chen Tian, ​​wearing a pair of shorts and holding a glass of wine, looked down at the people below.

Just then, an octopus leaned against him from behind.

In a soft, sweet voice, she asked:

"Brother Chen, what are you looking at?"

"A disobedient old dog."

The woman clearly knew who Chen Tianze was talking about. She rolled her eyes slightly and reached out a finger to hook the latter's chin.

"Then why did you give him the tracker?"

Aren't you afraid he might tamper with it?

...

"Isn't that better?"