The fishball guy and Zhong Shuman didn’t expect Li Yintong to still be present. Just as they were about to greet her, they heard Tai i’s comnt and fell silent imdiately.
To be honest, after the setback at the talk show, they were already quite frustrated. Now with this head-on blow, all they could do was muster a bitter smile.
"It’s my fault!"
The fishball guy, showing so character, shouldered the responsibility directly. When he saw Lin Baici and the others coming out of the cafe, he quickly went to greet them.
"God Lin, we really should have listened to you this ti!"
From a distance away, the fishball guy started to express his feelings, his words full of admiration for Lin Baici.
Losing a couple of fingers, or even an arm, isn’t a big deal. As long as one survives, the owner can fix it. So what really hit the fishball guy hard was his confidence.
"God Lin, tell your brother the truth, did you ’see’ sothing?"
Making decisions based on a sixth sense?
Even kids don’t buy that nonsense.
"Nope!"
Lin Baici wouldn’t admit it.
Zhong Shuman looked grim, showing no interest in speaking.
With an arm missing, there will be a huge disadvantage in the upcoming rule contamination.
This ti, they really might be done for!
"How many are still alive?"
Xia Hongyao was curious and glanced towards the entrance of the Virtue Club.
Takeuchi Kurano ca out with six of his subordinates.
The guy, although showing a bit of fatigue, was unhard.
"Less than a third!"
The fishball guy chuckled bitterly, as so people didn’t even leave a complete corpse.
Takeuchi Kurano ca over, stopped, and looked at Lin Baici and the others, his face dark and also sowhat embarrassed.
Because the result proved Lin Baici’s choice was correct.
This made him look like a fool.
Takeuchi Kurano didn’t regret entering the club’s talk show, after all, he didn’t die, and those subordinates who did can be replaced anyway.
What annoyed him was that Lin Baici, who also took the clown ticket, passed as if on an easy-going outing.
About a dozen other survivors ca out of the club; seeing people here, they ca over.
"Mikami, so many compatriots died, are you satisfied now?"
Takeuchi Kurano didn’t dare to act superior towards Lin Baici, so he could only sarcastically address San Miyairi.
"Then why don’t you give these remaining people, and I assure you, I’ll bring them back alive!"
San Miyairi responded with a soft refusal.
"Lady Yuki, we don’t just want to return alive; we seek the supre glory above the land of Asia for Dayao!"
Kamita Daichi, who was fortunate enough to just lose a finger, imdiately corrected with a stern face after hearing San Miyairi’s words.
San Miyairi didn’t retort, just muttered about a brainwashed fool.
The hoodie guy and a few others, seeing these survivors’ wretched state, swallowed hard, feeling a wave of relief.
It’s good they followed God Lin!
Otherwise, with their strength, they’d surely be dead if they went to the talk show.
"Lin Longyi NO.1!"
The hoodie guy involuntarily shouted out.
"Save your flattery for later!"
The fishball guy looked back at the club, where the clowns hadn’t co out chasing yet: "Where to now? Let Brother Lin decide!"
The sky was already dark, with few people visible on the streets.
"Find a place easy to defend but hard to attack and rest first!"
Earlier in the cafe, Lin Baici had looked at this city’s layout through a mobile map.
He had already selected a few locations!
Lin Baici pulled out his phone, opened the dozens of saved screenshots, and showed everyone.
"I plan to choose this hotel!"
It’s a hotel with a total of twelve floors, and since there are many rooms, it provides more hiding spots in case of a monster attack.
Moreover, with so many people now, staying in a residential building would leave too little room for maneuver.
"Just don’t show us anymore, make the decisions yourself!"
The fishball guy grabbed the phone from Lin Baici’s hand and stuffed it back into his pocket: "Anyone who doesn’t listen, I’ll twist their head off!"
The group set off.
"Chief, what do we do?"
Kamita Daichi asked in a low voice, his eyes fixed on the departing San Miyairi.
"Follow them!"
In the face of death, dignity ans squat?
Besides, if everyone dies, no one will know about the embarrassnt!
Takeuchi Kurano squinted his eyes like a cunning old fox, scheming on how to get rid of Lin Baici.
Apart from his personal annoyance with this guy, it was because he was the Dragon Wing of Kyushu, and if they didn’t take the chance to kill him when he was just rising, Dongying Dayao would never have a chance to shine.
Takeuchi Kurano suddenly understood San Miyairi’s approach: if you can’t beat them, then join them!
"Brother Lin, those Dongying people are following us!"
Li Yintong reported.
"Let them follow!"
Lin Baici didn’t mind; more cannon fodder is better.
The hotel he chose was called the Star of Prosperity, and translated, it ans 盛世之星. It’s about a ten-minute walk from the famous Oak Plaza.
When they arrived, it was 8:30 in the evening.
There weren’t many guests in the hotel, but compared to the desolate streets, the bright light at the hotel entrance with the occasional taxi unloading travelers still added so tourist city flavor here.
Wearing white gloves, the doorman imdiately went to open the door as Lin Baici’s group approached.
Gu Qingqiu handed over a ten-dollar tip.
The doorman’s face bead with a smile, as if his wife just gave birth to twins.
The lobby manager ca up, suspiciously looking at these Asians.
No luggage, they didn’t seem like they were here to stay!
Gu Qingqiu said nothing, snapping his fingers with a ’pop’.
Xia Hongyao took off her backpack and tossed it to the lobby manager.
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