"Enough venting?" Xiao Feng looked at the sky gradually brightening and walked to the other side of the railing, glancing at Zhao Guo'an smoking sullenly.

He did not ask about Hao Zhenyu and his family of three, as Zhao Guo'an's crazy behavior earlier made the outcome self-evident.

This result also made Xiao Feng uncomfortable, but he wasn't sanctimonious enough to blame himself for not persuading the others to wait until daylight before leaving the service area.

"Everyone has their fate; maybe this is a kind of destiny." Zhao Guo'an tossed away the cigarette butt, unzipped his backpack, took out a stack of new Netherworld Currency, and lit it with a lighter.

Xiao Feng felt a chill down his spine: "Why do you carry this stuff around with you?"

"Habit."

"Habit?" Xiao Feng was dumbfounded; what kind of normal person would have such a habit?

Zhao Guo'an chuckled, lit his cigarette with the burning Netherworld Currency, and exhaled a smoke ring, saying, "Strictly speaking, it's a kind of psychological comfort to myself; if I can't save someone, burning some paper money for the dead makes me feel a little better."

After saying this, he turned to the air and said, "Big brother, don't feel wronged when you're down there, smoke something nice."

"..." Xiao Feng didn't know what to say anymore, this guy's bizarre aura was wasted not used for scams.

"Speaking of which, do you carry this around, prepared to heal people to death at any time?" Xiao Feng half-joked.

Zhao Guo'an immediately got annoyed: "The Netherworld Currency I bought when I hadn't yet mastered my skills; now it's been six years since then. Look at the serial numbers on these."

He then showed the Netherworld Currency in his hand, which he hadn't thrown into the fire, to Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng pushed it away, continued saying: "Before mastering your skills, you must have often bought Netherworld Currency, right?"

"You mean, I often heal people to death?" Zhao Guo'an was displeased: "I tell you very seriously, you can say whatever in other aspects, but I will never allow anyone to insult my professionalism, no one!"

Xiao Feng didn't deny this, but he also knew Zhao Guo'an had the diligence to succeed in big things, with such determination, he wouldn't suck at anything he does.

Yet maybe Zhao Guo'an himself hadn't realized, Xiao Feng's lighthearted banter had already relieved most of his grief, far more effective than burning paper money.

...

Facing the sunrise, everyone set off again.

Calculating the time, it's been just over a day since they left Jiangcheng, yet the events in this short day felt as prolonged as a month to everyone.

Brother Niu and the others were eventually taken away by the police, receiving due punishment, but it seemed too lenient to Xiao Feng and others.

Both Xiao Feng and Zhao Guo'an, being part of the incident, were supposed to head to the station to give statements according to procedure.

However, due to time constraints, Xiao Feng contacted Gong Kaishan, who then coordinated with the police through the Demon Suppression Action Team, saving time to continue their journey.

The two drivers realized this was no ordinary group, made cautious by their actions and words, lest they incite any trouble.

"At this speed, we should arrive at Jiuyou Town this afternoon." Lu Yao tapped the keyboard with her fair fingers: "Should I go ahead and reserve a hotel?"

Xiao Feng thought for a moment and replied: "Let's decide once we get there, besides, it's uncertain if we'll arrive on time."

Everyone rolled their eyes at that, mouthing obvious truths.

"Mr. Xiao, handing over those people to the police hardly seems like something you would do." Fujiwara Keiaki stated.

Not usually one who indulges in conversations, his onboard conversations with Xiao Feng usually stem from his interest in Su Yuzhuo.

Xiao Feng chuckled lightly: "And what would be my style? Just kill them all, and act as an enforcer?"

"Does Mr. Xiao think those people don't deserve death?" Fujiwara Keiaki seemed surprised by Xiao Feng's response, asking in disbelief.

"They deserve it, but I'm not the one who should act." Xiao Feng stated calmly: "Besides, outright killing them is too lenient; losing freedom is the best punishment, let them go inside and pick up soap."

"Pick up soap?" Fujiwara Keiaki was puzzled: "I've heard in Huaxia prisons inmates participate in labor reform, is this what you mean, part of the labor reform?"

Xiao Feng didn't expect Fujiwara Keiaki, despite his age, to be so curious, now how to explain this?

After thinking it over seriously, Xiao Feng replied: "Well... you can understand it as a form of male exchange."

Xiao Feng emphasized his tone, believing even those unfamiliar with it would grasp the meaning with a little thought.

Yet, Xiao Feng clearly misjudged the situation on this issue.

Because his explanation, if meant for a Huaxia person, would hardly have any issue, but Fujiwara Keiaki is clearly not from Huaxia, thus they're completely out of sync.

Between, Fujiwara Keiaki seemed to contemplate deeply, saying: "Oh, so that's another way of saying deep exchange, no wonder Mr. Zhao didn't agree before, turns out my phrasing was off."

Xiao Feng thought, even if you told Zhao Guo'an upfront of your intention for deep exchange, Zhao Guo'an's reaction would likely be to run away scared.

Still, Xiao Feng decided not to detail his explanation.

If the person before him were a cute young girl, he'd gladly explain Huaxia culture, but facing such an earthy old man, what was the point? Better spent time taking a nap.

Yet the unexpected happened next, catching Xiao Feng off guard...

Fujiwara Keiaki earnestly walked to Zhao Guo'an, sincerely saying, "Mr. Zhao, I want to join you."

"Wah... wah... wah..."

In the carriage, everyone seemed to hear the cawing of crows overhead, simultaneously pausing in stunned silence, watching Fujiwara Keiaki and Zhao Guo'an, followed by a burst of laughter.

"Hahahahaha!" The little girl clutched her belly, raising her thumb at Xiao Feng in delight: "Brother Xiao Feng, you, you're truly talented, hahahaha."

Zhao Guo'an stared at the seemingly sincere Fujiwara Keiaki before him, feeling like his lungs were about to explode.

Damn, emphasizing how great he is initially, then suggesting deep exchange, now plainly stating he wants to pick up soap together, is this old thing still human or not?

Can a person say such things!

"..." Xiao Feng didn't expect this, though it was a misunderstanding, he couldn't hold back, laughed unkindly.

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