— A Few Days Later —
At the campsite, Wei Chen sat in his office with Alfred by his side, listening to the reports from his people about the search results.
And they had, of course, failed.
By this point, that Ximen Ren guy could probably have run all the way to Mexico already. Figuratively speaking, of course, if Mexico even existed in this world.
The contrast was rather amusing. His office was only a tent flap away from the living area, where Mo Xingyao, Dream Butterfly, and Song Wan were playing Uno together, while the little troublemaker Ningning happily munched on the Korean-style fried chicken he had made for her.
But seriously, where had this girl found such a huge chicken with meat that was so tender and juicy? He still hadn't asked her about it yet.
"What do you think, Alfred?"
"It's Zhang Niu, sir," Alfred calmly corrected.
