Chapter 895: Chapter 895

Come and be it yourself!

"You’ve worked hard!"

Lin Baici nodded slightly, raising his appraisal of Gu Qingqiu.

This rich family’s daughter was better suited to the world of God Hunters, which embraced the law of the jungle, than he was.

[She is definitely a strong companion, and apart from her weak physical constitution, prone to illness, she has absolutely no weaknesses!]

[Once trust is established, she will be an unbreakable ally!]

[Even the king of the jungle needs a queen with majestic presence, and she is perfect for it!]

[It’s advised to "eat" her as soon as possible!]

Eater God rates Gu Qingqiu highly, terrifyingly so, unlike Xia Hongyao and Jin Yingzhen who are mere desserts or main courses, thus not qualified as his queen.

"Clean up the battlefield, Red Medicine grab everything first, we’ll divide them up when we get back!"

By now, Lin Baici was also a wealthy man who didn’t care about the trivial stuff Cao Daxun and his men possessed.

"Thank you, Brother Lin!"

Tai Mei bowed to Lin Baici and, grinning, crouched beside Park Yumin’s corpse: "Time for corpse-looting and bag-licking!"

Ten minutes later, everyone finished cleaning up the battlefield and continued their journey.

Red Demon had wrecked the SUV, so they all had to continue on foot. Over an hour later, a KM450 military jeep hauling a troop of soldiers appeared.

This time, Lin Baici ambushed from the trees along the roadside, and when the jeep passed by, he assassinated the driver with a Clay Human.

As the other soldiers hurriedly jumped off, Red Demon started rampaging.

Five minutes, and the battle was over.

"Hurry up, Sejong Zheng has started martial law!"

Xia Hongyao got into the driver’s cabin, started the car, and sped off, racing out before the army could complete their lockdown.

At six in the morning, Lin Baici and his seven comrades arrived on the outskirts of Daegu, left the vehicle, and walked. Along the way, Li Yintong stole a small truck from a gas station, hauling everyone into the city of Daegu.

Da Xian Conglomerate’s businesses stretched across the nation, naturally including Daegu.

Jin Yingzhen led everyone and checked into a five-star chain hotel owned by the Da Xian Conglomerate.

The hotel general manager greeted her respectfully.

"We’re using the whole 18th floor, don’t arrange for other guests to come up!"

Jin Yingzhen instructed.

Following the response, the manager cautiously inquired, "I heard the President’s illness has worsened, may I know his current condition?"

Jin Yingzhen was stunned; before they entered the Busan Divine Ruins, Oppa had clearly cured Grandpa!

The manager frowned slightly and then, realizing he had misspoken, swiftly changed the subject, "Miss, what would you and your distinguished friends like for breakfast?"

"Send up two of every breakfast!"

Jin Yingzhen planned to first call Mom to inquire about the situation.

Hua Yue Yu watched the Goryeo girl ordering food and thought she was really extravagant.

Serving Jin Yingzhen and her companions was beyond the other staff, prompting the general manager himself to personally deliver their room cards, guide them to their rooms, and enthusiastically ask if they needed anything else.

After the general manager left, Lin Baici took off his clothes and stepped into the shower, thoroughly enjoying a bath.

As the hot water washed over him, it seemed to carry away all the fatigue accumulated over the past days.

Lin Baici let out a sigh of relief, his tense nerves finally relaxing.

Steam rose, filling the shower room, and after thoroughly cleaning his body, Lin Baici stood under the shower for an additional five minutes before stepping out.

Lin Baici dried his hair with one hand while retrieving his phone from the Black Tripod Bowl with the other.

Pressing the power button, he turned on the device!

Once connected, the ding ding ding immediately began as notifications for missed calls, text messages, and chat messages flooded in.

Checking the date, it was now the eighth day of the first lunar month; New Year’s had passed, and by his calculation, they had been in the Busan Divine Ruins for just under half a month.

However, the flow of time in the ruins differed from the outside world.

They had actually spent nearly a month in the ruins, resulting in a form of jet lag, so it was only natural they felt somewhat off and uncomfortable after coming out.

It was just because of the day’s tensions that nobody had noticed.

The main symptom was fatigue, and even someone like Lin Baici, who was physically fit, wanted to sleep.

After pouring himself a glass of water and taking a couple of sips, Lin Baici sat down to check his phone messages.

Among the missed calls, the majority were from Mom—over forty.

Lin Baici felt overwhelmed. He was certainly in for a scolding, but decided not to call back immediately. Instead, he first texted his childhood friend Li Wei to find out what was happening at home.

Li Wei had made over a dozen calls and sent a few text messages as well as numerous chat messages.

"Where on earth have you been?"

"Xu Zhifeng and the others have arranged a class reunion after the New Year. Are you coming?"

"Where have you actually gone? Auntie has asked me several times already. Please reply soon, haven’t you been kidnapped by some rich lady?"

"You haven’t really been kidnapped, have you?"

These messages were sent periodically over the last while.

Apart from his childhood friend, classmates had sent messages too, with Ji Xinyan sending the most.

"Class leader, do I look good in this kimono?" Newest update provided by novel fire.net

"Hokkaido is a nice place for a hot spring bath, although we got caught in a blizzard. Look at this snowman, doesn’t it resemble you?"

"Is Goryeo so fun that you don’t even have time to reply to me?"

Tea sister didn’t just send messages; she also sent pictures and videos.

Lin Baici carelessly clicked on one.

In the video, Ji Xinyan, wearing a cherry-blossom-colored yukata, was strolling in an outdoor hot spring. She continued filming the surroundings, and suddenly, she stepped on the hem of her yukata. The already loosely fitted yukata,