66: Chapter 64: The Mediterranean of Electricity 66: Chapter 64: The Mediterranean of Electricity Seeing the two people talking closely in front of her, Zhao Changsheng aimed a kick at Jianxiong’s butt and said discontentedly, “Stay away from my Momo.”
“Ouch, you damn woman,” Jianxiong straightened up, clutching his butt and bellowing in anger, then charged toward Zhao Changsheng with his sturdy body.
Su Mo helplessly brought a hand to her forehead; these two seemed to be forever at war whenever they were together.
As she walked, she watched Jianxiong and Zhao Changsheng chasing and roughhousing.
By the time they reached the downstairs of the prison guards’ office, Jianxiong’s already sparse buzz cut had been electrocuted, along with a burning smell, into a pattern like male pattern baldness, and his dark face was completely charred except for his clearly defined, large eyes and white teeth.
“Hahaha, Jianxiong, you’re so ugly,” Su Mo pointed at Jianxiong’s face and couldn’t help but burst into laughter, but the laughter pulled at the wound on her back, and she instantly switched to a pained expression.
Zhao Changsheng was in no better shape, his hair a bird’s nest and his arms bruised with marks of blue and purple all over from the beating.
“Had enough?” Lu Chen turned his head and glanced sideways, his expression froze for a moment when he saw Jianxiong’s face, and then he silently turned away.
Jianxiong, unaware of just how ugly he was, burst into aggrieved fury when he saw his reflection in the window of Shen Du’s office: “Damn it, Zhao Changsheng, you rotten old hag, I’m going to kill you.”
“Alright, alright, take a break, stop making a spectacle,” Su Mo, aware of Mo Yan and others following into the room, suppressed a smile and patted Jianxiong’s arm, trying not to look at his comical face.
Zhao Changsheng snorted out of his nose and found a chair to sit down.
As soon as Mo Yan entered the room, he unconsciously let go of Chu Mengyao’s hand, which set the woman by his side to biting her lip and beginning to sway unsteadily.
He had only brought Ai Yang and Chu Mengyao up, asking the rest to wait downstairs.
“Su Mo,” he called out to her gently from behind.
Su Mo turned, her voice dripping with sarcasm but not laughter: “What?”
“I…” His look was apologetic, as if he wanted to explain something but was immediately cut off by Lu Chen sitting behind the office desk.
“Su Mo, come here,” he motioned to her with a wave of his hand.
“Owowow,” Su Mo trotted over, her soft and cute smile beaming as her bright eyes stared unblinkingly at Lu Chen: “You’re not mad anymore?”
“Hmm,” the man rubbed her head, his deep blue eyes showing a hint of jealousy.
Realizing he wasn’t angry anymore, Su Mo ignored the unhappy expression on Mo Yan’s face and stood smilingly beside him.
Jianxiong and Zhao Changsheng mutually rolled their eyes at Mo Yan.
Feeling somehow belittled, Mo Yan felt instantly uncomfortable.
He spoke to Lu Chen coolly, “Did you call us here for a reason?”
“We’re setting new rules,” Lu Chen’s slender fingers tapped on the desktop.
Mo Yan, startled by those piercing eyes that seemed to see everything, suppressed the urge to back down and met his gaze: “Go on.”
“We’ll each go out once to gather supplies every week, and all the ordinary people will participate in labor, including your people.”
Mo Yan nodded in agreement; that was acceptable: “Okay.”
Lu Chen continued, “We don’t support freeloaders.
Every Water Element Superpower must make a contribution.”
These words seemed pointed.
Chu Mengyao nearly fell backward, but luckily, Ai Yang quickly supported her.
He objected on Chu Mengyao’s behalf: “You are deliberately targeting her!”
“Ai Yang, don’t be like that,” Chu Mengyao shook her head pitifully, the hideous scar on her forehead glaringly obvious.
Su Mo sat on the large table in front of Lu Chen, her feet dangling in the air as she mocked Chu Mengyao, “Senior, besides making some water, what else can you do?”
With a disdainful look, she sized her up from head to toe, “I don’t think so, you’re just a weakling who can’t do anything.”
Her undisguised mockery and disdain made Chu Mengyao struggle out of Ai Yang’s embrace, “I can do it.”
She gripped Mo Yan’s arm, her eyes brimming with tears, “Don’t blame Momo, I’ll prove I’m not useless.”
“Ugh,” Zhao Changsheng made a vomiting gesture in his chair and gave Chu Mengyao the middle finger, “If you were a man, I’d definitely punch you.”
“You finally said something human,” Su Mo gave Zhao Changsheng an appreciative look for the first time.
“Momo~ you complimented me,” Zhao Changsheng immediately sat up straight, his cheeks flushing as he gave her a flirtatious glance.
The exchange of glances between these two women made Lu Chen’s heart sink, and he stood up and pulled Su Mo down from the table, “Sit properly.”
“Oh,” sensing that this man’s aura had become strangely tense again, she obediently moved a stool beside him and sat down.
Zhao Changsheng’s fox-like eyes narrowed, and he looked at Lu Chen with dissatisfaction, “Stupid man.”
Mo Yan supported Chu Mengyao, his voice gentle but annoyed, “Mengyao and Zhao Xiwen are injured; they need to rest.”
“Then let them recuperate in a cell,” Lu Chen said, “In the rules I set, one gets treatment based on their actions.”
“You—” Ai Yang was about to rush up and slam the table, but Jianxiong’s mountainous frame stood directly in front of him.
Even though his head and face were comically smooth, his physique was intimidating.
Ai Yang suddenly didn’t dare to make any more moves standing before him.
Su Mo propped her cheeks on her hands resting on the table, smiling, “Senior, I think it’s quite fair.
The good treatment is reserved for those with abilities, don’t you agree?”
Her face had maintained its cute look since before the apocalypse and it still did now.
Mo Yan looked at her and then back to Chu Mengyao’s face, the long scar and the exposed scalp with blonde curls detracted from her beauty.
Somehow he followed Su Mo’s words and said, “Then let’s do it that way.”
“What…” Chu Mengyao stared, somewhat disbelieving that Mo Yan really agreed.
You can’t do this to Mengyao, she’s still injured,” Ai Yang sounded anxious but also somewhat helpless.
“You can do it, right, Mengyao?” Mo Yan asked her gently, looking down.
Chu Mengyao bit her lip repeatedly before nodding, “For you, I can handle anything.”
It was a case of ‘a willing victim and a willing assailant.’ Su Mo curled her lip; sure enough, only a master of tea art could handle a top-level green tea mistress.
“Then, pleasure doing business with you,” Lu Chen stood up from the table, and extended his hand as he walked over.
Mo Yan let go of Chu Mengyao and stepped forward to shake hands.
They only touched briefly before both let go, and Mo Yan left with his people.
The office grew quiet.
“The job is done, if you want to leave, feel free,” Lu Chen turned to Zhao Changsheng and said indifferently, the tone heavy with the intent to dismiss.
This time, though usually willful, she didn’t rush off; instead, she fidgeted, her glances flitting towards Su Mo from time to time, “I’m not going anywhere; my love is right here.”
“…” What kind of lewd talk was that?
Su Mo got goosebumps again and again, and she stood up from the stool, walked forward, and hugged Lu Chen’s robust waist, winking at Zhao Changsheng, “My love is here.”
So she’d better stop loving her.
She was really scared.