Fang Xiaocao sat on the sofa, holding a cup of milk tea, her tablet in her hands displaying a soap opera, and her little feet tapping gently. She enjoyed the feeling of not having to steal kasayas, reveling in her self-regulating warm and soft bear skin, feeling tremendously good.
This is the life people should enjoy.
Aside, Hummingbird, dressed in a maid outfit, was cleaning the messy floor caused by not stealing kasayas.
Tom, on the other hand, was assembling a bomb.
By now, it had been two days since Fang Xiaocao and her group had left the ancient tomb, but sporadic gunfire could still be heard from the mountains nearby.
Fortunately, they were located in a suburban area, close to the deep mountains.
Aside from Fang Xiaocao's villa, there were no other houses around, otherwise the police would have been alerted by now.
Right after they exited the tomb, Taotie had taken Wan Xiaozhou back to the headquarters of the Blacklist for treatment.
