Huh? Are they all real?...

The silent men left with two bags.

Another man also came up.

He glanced at the bag that Silis had brought and said:

"Good heavens, I've been so busy since you arrived that I'm practically bursting at the seams. Seriously, I've gone to a lot of trouble to help you with all this, and I think you deserve to pay me for it!"

Hillis simply glanced at the people quietly working in the repair shop and said:

"You don't really think I can't tell that most of the employees in your repair shop are people I sent here?"

"Furthermore, don't you remember saying that you would take money from ordinary people and I would take money from extraordinary people?"

The man said righteously:

"I did say that when we first met, but look how many you've sent! Good heavens, you've replaced all the employees in my factory!"

"Besides, those bodies you sent over are really difficult to handle. Honestly, did you really have to go to such lengths?"

When the man first worked with this woman, he felt like he had made a great deal.

After all, the corpses of superhumans are extremely difficult to obtain, not only within the Human Alliance but also over there.

But it wasn't until the other party started sending more and more odds and ends that things started happening.

He only realized belatedly that he seemed to be in trouble.

It was already quite troublesome to sew up and repair those corpse fragments and imbue them with spirit.

Most importantly, the appearance of so many superhumans is really too abnormal.

And they were all killed.

After hesitating for a moment, the man quietly leaned in to whisper a few words to him.

But Silis took a step back.

"I don't like men getting close to me, I especially don't like men's corpses getting close to me, and your face really disgusts me."

Of all the people in the entire factory, only this man had put Hillis in a tough fight.

The man shrugged, revealing a gruesome wound on his neck that could never be stitched up, and said:

"Okay, well, you're a big client, after all."

"Given how long we've been working together, I feel I have to break my principles and ask you what you're really up to, since you've sent over far too many superhumans!"

“I can eat this much, but I feel like I’m going to choke to death if I don’t ask more questions soon.”

"Tell me, what exactly are you doing? Why have so many superhumans died in this godforsaken place? I'm also a transmigrator, and I know very well that this number of superhumans is almost the total number of three or four major cities."

After the man finished speaking, he looked at Sirius with utmost seriousness, and then, noticing that his gaze was skewed, he quickly adjusted his head.

He still doesn't know what caused that wound.

This made it impossible for him to stitch it up, but the man was indeed too outstanding, so he had no choice but to use the head that could fall off at any moment.

"I have no reason to tell you all this."

"Then I can't do business with you anymore. Please don't come looking for me again."

The man smiled smugly as he said this.

The number of corpses the other side will need to deal with will definitely increase.

But he was the only one in the entire city of Truth who could help the other party handle the situation properly.

Therefore, he felt that he had the other party under his control!

Hillis smiled and said:

"You must continue to help me with this, and come to my aid when I summon you."

The man said as if he had heard an unbelievable joke:

"Why?"

Look around you and see what's there.

More and more repairmen gathered around. They had no intention of actually doing anything, but their meaning was quite clear.

"I really couldn't beat you before, but now you're definitely no match for me, after all, you've given me a lot of excellent employees!"

Ciri looked at him indifferently and said:

Why do you think they died?

"How else could he have died? Didn't you kill him?"

After he finished speaking, all the men in the repair shop burst into laughter.

Ciris, on the other hand, walked toward her car.

This made the man even happier, because he felt that this pretentious woman had backed down.

But the other party's last words plunged the entire factory into a deathly silence.

"Blasphemy and blasphemy against the king."

Chapter 263 A Spark of Hope (3k)

After Moen finished his own business, he dialed Sirius's terminal.

Moen found Hillis at that cake shop, which didn't have many customers but had a very comfortable atmosphere.

Upon seeing Moen arrive, Sirius crossed her arms and raised her head, saying:

"Hmm, you actually came! Well, since it's your treat, I'm going to order lots and lots of the good stuff I usually can't afford!"

Moen, who had sat down, smiled and said:

"Then please let it go."

"No way, I finally caught a sucker."

Moen simply smiled at this.

Even though it was just in a game, Moen knew very well that girls who said such things were often just all talk and no action.

They are all gentle at heart.

If it's like this over there, it's even more so in the People's Federation.

Maybe Ms. Hillis is actually a cute girl who's so scared she can't even watch a chicken being killed!

In fact, Moen was right.

Although Hillis was very fierce in her words, she actually ordered some very affordable and delicious pastries.

It doesn't cost much at all.

Watching Sirius humming a song as she enjoyed her meal, Moen felt relaxed.

He seems to have barely had a break, constantly busy with various important matters.

He might even have to set off again soon.

So this rare tranquility really fascinated Moen.

As he was looking around, Moen noticed a shadow nearby and turned his head to take a look.

Then, Moen saw El staring intently at him and Silis from the window.

How did Air get here?

That seems to be true. Girls all like sweets. And did Ms. Hillis say that this cake shop is very famous?

Although there don't seem to be many people.

After a moment of staring at each other, Moen, slightly sweating, said:

"Ah, Air, hello there! Come in, it's on me!"

As Aier entered, she glanced at the seats on both sides and sat down next to Moen without any hesitation, then deliberately squeezed closer to him.

This only made Moen move further and further inside. But the more Moen did this, the more annoyed El became, and he moved closer to him.

This left Moen with no choice but to quickly surrender, saying:

"I'm sorry, El, I really didn't expect you to be here. Also, don't push me, I'm almost out of room. I know it was wrong of me not to bring you along. Cake, your favorite Bellata cake, I'll buy you this to make up for it!"

As Moen spoke up, although he didn't make more room, Aier did stop.

The reason for stopping was not that Moen's compensation satisfied her.

Instead, she discovered in despair that Moen felt the only reason he was angry was because he had finally returned but hadn't taken her out for a get-together.

Okay, she was indeed very angry about this.

But what really angered her wasn't that Mo En had finally come back, and not only did he not come to see her, but he also went out for dessert with another girl?

Is this... a date?!

Aier's silence led Moen to believe that Aier had truly calmed down.

He could only say to Siris, somewhat embarrassed:

"Excuse me, this is my friend."

Hillis glanced at the increasingly stiff El and then smiled:

“I know we’re neighbors. Although I haven’t seen you much, I do see Miss Cromwell from time to time. Hmm, you have the same last name, but are you just friends?”

"You can't say it like that. I'm an orphan. It was my uncle, Aier's father, who gave me their family name. Aier was also the one who raised me. Although we're not related by blood, we are indeed like brothers, or rather, like siblings."

Hillis looked at Miss Cromwell with increasing pity.

She had vaguely noticed it before, and now she was even more certain.

This Ms. Elmerin Cromwell seems to have been running headlong down a subtly flawed path from the very beginning.

In theory, she should oppose the other person's existence, but now she genuinely feels sorry for them.

To be honest, Hillis didn't quite know how to get along with Miss Cromwell either.

She needed to protect him because Moen clearly had a close relationship with her, but she was the Queen's knight.

Therefore, Silis could only say:

"Please rest assured, Miss Cromwell, Mr. Mohn just needed to come here on business and asked me to bring it over. As a token of his gratitude, he asked me to order some of my favorite desserts here."

“After all, we are neighbors. You are in room 665 and I am in room 668. We obviously need to interact more to create a harmonious neighborly relationship.”

In just two short sentences, both Moen and Aier's fondness for Siris skyrocketed.

"Ah, I highly recommend their newly launched Pola cake; the flavor is so unique and delicious."

"Thank you for reminding me, Ms. Sirius. Well then, Moen, I want that! Order me that!"

Afterwards, feeling that she had really overthought things, Erle enjoyed the meal with Moen by her side without any worries.

Even though there's another person next to me, it feels really good.

But when the three of them finally left the cake shop and were about to go home...

Ms. Hillis suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Then, amidst Moen and El's confusion, he reached out and removed a small piece of cake that had somehow gotten stuck to Moen's face, saying:

“Mr. Moen, you obviously didn’t notice that.”

After waving the cake on her finger, Hillis put it directly into her mouth.

Finally, he licked his fingers.

This action instantly stunned Air.

Because the cake was stuck to the other side of Moen's face, she, who had been standing next to Moen the whole time, didn't notice it at all.

She has two ideas right now.

How come I didn't notice?

Also, is she really just a kind neighbor?

Moen said somewhat awkwardly: