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Kan Jian was covered in blood, the cow was covered in blood, and even Lucha was covered in blood.

Although the cow was the first to successfully launch a sneak-attack on the middle-aged man and seriously injure him, the older man still fought them to a draw.

But in the end, the middle-aged man left to protect himself. The decisive sneak attack actually came from Lucha, who unexpectedly jumped out of Kan Jian’s shirt collar, pounced on the middle-aged man’s neck, and took a big bite.

Lucha licked his wounds and looked at the surrounding darkness warily. He obviously knew that he had made a huge contribution and was acting like the scene just now was nothing.

Kan Jian’s hands were shaking. He knew that he still had three or four iron marbles left in his pocket, and when they ran out, all he’d have left to use were his teeth and his fists.

His slingshot was also a powerful weapon to use in hand-to-hand combat, but that was more for when things became desperate.

Lucha remained alert for about ten minutes before he finally started to relax. Seeing this, Kan Jian immediately stood up and ran over to Wang Meng, who was leaning against the iron gate.

The old man was gone.

As Kan Jian approached, Wang Meng said to him, “He must be blind now, or at least his eyesight will suffer a lot.”

Kan Jian, noticing Baishe on the other side of the iron gate, knocked on the iron bars a few times. Baishe didn’t wake up, but Kan Jian could see that the other man was breathing steadily.

Wang Meng’s father was hiding under the gambling table with his head in his hands.

Kan Jian kicked the iron gate a few times but it refused to budge. Seeing that it was useless, he placed Lucha in his hand and then stretched his arm through the iron bars. As soon as Lucha jumped from his hand and landed on Baishe, Kan Jian said to him, “It’s electric. This gate is controlled electronically. There must be a switch somewhere.”

Lucha didn’t understand, but he still began smacking and scratching at Baishe’s face with his paws. A few minutes passed before Baishe finally regained consciousness and sat up. As he moved, a handkerchief slipped off his body, revealing a remote control that was tied to his chest. A piece of paper stuck to the remote had the following text written on it: Happy ending.

Not understanding what was going on, Baishe picked up the remote and found that his hand hurt a lot.

He climbed off the gurney and approached the iron gate with the remote control. The iron gate, sensing the remote control’s close proximity, immediately opened.

Kan Jian and Wang Meng walked in, and the three of them looked at each other.

“Is this a happy ending?” Baishe asked. “Can we leave now?”

“Lucha can smell them. No matter how complicated this place is, we can still get out,” Kan Jian told him.

“But this villain seems like the type to keep his word,” Baishe said.

Wang Meng wasn’t so sure. His last shot was so ruthless that the other party might have flown into a rage out of embarrassment.

It seemed unlikely, but if that were the case, then the other party was just a stupid villain not worth mentioning.

Baishe glanced back and saw Wang Meng’s father.

Kan Jian moved to help his father up, but Wang Meng quickly grabbed him.

Seeing Kan Jian’s questioning look, Wang Meng thought it over for a moment before releasing his hand and asking Kan Jian to help him out.

Wang Meng looked at his father. The older man was an incorrigible soul, hopeless from the very beginning.

“Don’t worry. Pu’er, Wulang, Zhengshan Xiaozhong, and Che Zhong are all on their way.(1) They followed me and Lucha’s scent. They can also find us here.” As Kan Jian spoke, he walked over and picked up the money he had originally given to Wang Meng.

His harmless father trembled, so frightened that he didn’t even dare to look at them.

Wang Meng told himself that for the sake of his friends, this had to be a happy ending. He looked at the surrounding darkness, knowing that someone must be watching them to see if he would lose the bet in the end.

In order to win and ensure everyone’s safety, this had to be a happy ending.

What a pity. This dark gambling room was exactly where his father belonged.

Emotions were useless.

The hatred in Wang Meng’s heart was like a straight line, but at this time, a thought silently crossed his mind.

For a bad person who pretended to be good and pretended to want a happy ending, how would it feel if they were unable to take off their hypocritical mask for their entire life?

If they liked to act, then they could just do it in the most tiring way.

Suddenly feeling very intrigued, Wang Meng pulled himself from his thoughts and looked at the surrounding darkness. He now understood what kind of “fun” the old man was looking for. He even imagined that he could see the old man smiling. Yes, even if the old man was blind now, he was surely smiling.

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Li Cu and Yang Hao were sitting at the top of the tall rock, unable to do anything as the three black spots slowly disappeared into the sky.

“What should we do?” Yang Hao asked.

Li Cu, who was wearing sunglasses now, turned to look at him. “Which teacher should I call for help?”

“If you call Old Black, the money will be divided,” Yang Hao said.(2)

“And if I call Teacher Xie, he’ll just take the whole thing over. Then we’ll have nothing to do,” Li Cu said.

“Call Wu Xie. He’s busy so he won’t be too talkative,” Yang Hao said.

Li Cu remained silent for a moment before saying, “No.”

At this time, Su Wan’s voice came over the walkie-talkie, “Call Fat Master, please.”

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The sun was shining brightly outside. After seventy-two hours of hard work, the group of people led the cow and the dog out of the warehouse.

Che Zhong was indeed nearby, but he was having trouble finding the warehouse—this was a small town with too many people so the scents were all mixed together.

The warehouse had a family factory area on one side and a flowing river on the other side. A bridge over the river acted as one of the main traffic routes for the town.

A bunch of beautiful roses were growing next to the warehouse.

After Che Zhong met up with the others, they headed back to Hangzhou. Wang Meng looked out of the car window, watching the idyllic scenery passing by.

Beautiful.

Everyone in the car was discussing who the old man was.

There was a good chance he was Seven Fingers, but Seven Fingers had been around since the Republic era, back when the Nine Gates was at the peak of their prosperity.

Was the old man really that old?

“We can think of Seven Fingers as a mere bystander. When Qiu Dekao wanted to obtain the secret of immortality and pulled the Nine Gates into the whole mess, Seven Fingers must have secretly been observing everything. Say, do you think that Seven Fingers was able to understand the secret of immortality because he could see everything clearly as a bystander?”

“Boss said that people are unable to bear the secret of immortality.”

“Seven Fingers may not be human anymore,” Kan Jian said. Then he suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, “By the way, have I become smarter?”

Baishe and Wang Meng looked at him, the latter’s mouth twitching as he said, “It’s hard to say.”

<What Are They Doing 2022 Chapter 40><Table of Contents><What Are They Doing 2022 Chapter 42>

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TN Notes:

(1) So all 3 dogs’ names are tea related, just like Lucha (green tea). I decided to stick with the pinyin for all three as well. Pu’er= Pu’er tea, a variety of fermented tea traditionally produced in Yunnan Province, China. Wulang= Oolong tea (the characters 乌龙 can also mean black dragon), is a traditional semi-oxidized Chinese tea produced through a process including withering the plant under strong sun and oxidation before curling and twisting. Zhengshan Xiaozhong= Lapsang souchong is a black tea consisting of Camellia sinensis leaves that are smoke-dried over a pinewood fire. FYI, I guess Kan Jian (i.e., the author) is back to calling Che Galiba Che Zhong now?

(2) He means Black Glasses.

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