Chapter 93

Zhou Xiaoli arrived at the company in a fairly good mood. She had made a wish at the temple and was determined to treat her wish as a serious endeavor, so she was even more eager to work overtime and urge her subordinates to create better performance.

Gu Qian, who had become the manager's assistant, carried a large stack of real estate documents to the manager's desk and said, "Xiaoli, do you really think it's suitable for you to be with him?"

Although Zhou Xiaoli had been promoted to manager, she did not have the distance or arrogance of a small-minded person. Unlike the previous manager, who liked to play tricks, she led her team by example, running around the streets to drum up business. This won her the affection of her subordinates, so there was no real distance between them. The chubby girl could speak so freely because of this.

Zhou Xiaoli, now wearing a black blazer, smiled and complained, "Mind your own business! Get your things ready, and come with me to the business district later. There are a few housing projects on sale, and we need to see if we can attract some clients or listings." As a real estate agent, she was genuinely dedicated to her work, which was not wrong.

Gu Qian groaned, "Sis! Big sis! Grandma! I run with you every day, and I'm so tired I'm about to collapse!"

Zhou Xiaoli widened her eyes, "Aren't you losing weight? This is more effective than any weight loss pill, and you don't even have to spend money; you can earn commissions too." Without another word, she picked up a few documents and dragged the reluctant chubby girl out. The other employees, except those who were on duty, were also sent out by Zhou Xiaoli.

However, just as they had walked a few dozen meters to the street corner, a blue BMW SUV stopped by the roadside. The window, which had been shiny, suddenly rolled down as they passed by, revealing a face with sunglasses. Unlike men who would focus on the car, Gu Qian's first reaction was, "Wow... Dior sunglasses..." but then she choked.

Because Mou Chenfei felt that it was impolite to speak with sunglasses on, she took them off, "Excuse me..."

A man quickly ran over with a bottle of mineral water he had just bought from a nearby convenience store, "Miss, this is the only brand available..."

Mou Chenfei took it helplessly, "Thank you... Let's go." She nodded apologetically at the two slightly stunned girls and rolled up the window, speeding away.

The man glanced at the two women in business suits a few more times before turning to get into an Audi sedan that had pulled up, and then followed her.

The whole incident took only about ten seconds.

Zhou Xiaoli and Gu Qian stood there in a daze, staring for a while before looking at each other. Zhou Xiaoli sighed, and Gu Qian gasped, "So beautiful! Oh?"

Zhou Xiaoli nodded slowly, "Yes, her makeup is also very exquisite."

Gu Qian patted her thick chest, "My goodness, even as a woman! I was moved just by looking at her! Really, my heart skipped a beat just now!"

Zhou Xiaoli tried to calm herself, "You should get plastic surgery, spend more money, and it might work!"

Gu Qian was absolutely unconvinced, "Is that possible? Can plastic surgery achieve that... Did you see the watch on her wrist? Just the way she took off her sunglasses, you could tell it wasn't cheap. Tsk tsk, her clothes... I wonder what her figure is like?"

Zhou Xiaoli rarely felt inferior about her appearance, not because she thought she was very beautiful, but because she believed that appearance should not be the only thing a woman should focus on. But at that moment, she really felt a bit shaken. She shook her head vigorously and pulled her companion, "Alright, alright! Before you become a lesbian, you should still stay with me!"

Gu Qian was also adjusting her emotions, reaching out to affectionately hold her, "Right! We are still in love! Has he kissed you?"

Zhou Xiaoli dragged her along briskly, "Not so casually..."

She strode forward, trying to use her steps to dilute the feeling of being stimulated.

A man strode up to Buck and Fang Lingying, "Haha! I knew you couldn't run away! Hand over your driver's license! Hmph, you're afraid of me, aren't you? Look at your changed expression, trembling all over like a bear!"

A loud chorus of laughter erupted around them!

Indeed, there were many people.

Following the stone steps of the house, a long row of people sat on top, and there were more people in the opposite shrubs, on the earthen embankment, and on the broken wall, totaling no less than several dozen.

But what caused Buck's expression to change was not the number of people or the man, but the long row of firearms leaning against the stone steps and the wall of the house!

Various types of firearms, with countless helmets, magazines, tactical vests, magazine pouches, walkie-talkies, and scopes scattered on the ground!

All of these people were wearing colorful combat uniforms from different countries!

Their mismatched and non-uniform tactical vests and masks, sitting or standing, chatting, smoking, and mostly repairing their firearms and organizing their equipment!

The glossy dark red AK rifle stocks, the dull metal barrels of M16s with wear marks, the 1911 pistols with white edges from wear, the stains all over the combat uniforms, and the crumpled cigarettes pulled out of pockets with difficulty...

Except for the lack of blood!

For a moment, in a daze, Buck was completely transported back to the battlefield he thought he had left behind long ago!

The man had already walked up to Buck, dressed in digital camouflage military uniform, with several U.S. military ranks and morale badges, and a common U.S. amphibious combat vest filled with magazines and various equipment. He wore sunglasses and a camouflage scarf that completely covered his face, his voice muffled, and he patted Buck's shoulder in surprise, "I'm so covered up, and you still recognized me?" He took off his glasses and pulled down the scarf, revealing none other than the traffic police officer who had almost caught Buck twice.

Buck had to focus, really focus, to gather his scattered thoughts and bring them back to the present scene. His expression was almost forced, "You... Oh, it really is you..." His scattered gaze almost forgot about Fang Lingying, who had been watching his face the whole time.

The traffic police officer was very cheerful, extending his hand to Buck, "Hong Qi! I always said you and Dr. Fang should be friends. She even tried to trick me by saying she was a motorcycle taxi driver. Is there such a thing as a Benelli motorcycle taxi?"

Buck also shook the other man's hand, which was wearing a tactical glove, "Ba Zhiming, my motorcycle registration is complete. Do you want to see it now? I'm wearing a helmet too..." He spoke a few more words, trying to suppress his emotions. Fang Lingying handed him a bottle of water, "Have some water, you don't look so good."

He did look bad, a typical symptom of post-traumatic stress, a subconscious reaction to re-experiencing a traumatic scene. Compared to the situation with the kidnappers holding small iron pistols and knives, the current scene with the ragtag group of bandits in combat uniforms and equipment was more likely to trigger Buck's inner trauma.

But he tried to control himself.

At least he didn't run away, soulless, as he had done half a year ago!