188: Chapter 188 The King Returns! The head housekeeper, Su Xiaonuan, almost broke down on the spot!

When Lin Motong opened her eyes, the Zombie Horde outside the window all stood up.

No charging.

No roaring.

The million zombies that had been kneeling for three days, like dogs released from their leashes, scattered back into the streets, building complexes, and behind abandoned cars.

But not a single one approached the safe zone.

On Lin Motong's forehead, there was now a black and red pattern the size of a coin.

Her first words were not calling for Mom.

Instead, she frowned and whispered, "They are so noisy."

Wang Ya rushed to the bedside, her eyes instantly turning red.

"Tongtong!"

She reached out to embrace her.

But Lin Motong gently pushed her away, looking first at Lin Yuan.

"That thing, it's dead, right?"

Lin Yuan sat by the window, still studying the system left behind by Chen Mo.

"It's dead."

Lin Motong seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Only then did she turn her head and reach out to hug Wang Ya's neck.

"Mom."

Wang Ya couldn't hold back and pulled her directly into her arms.

"You've been in a coma for three days."

"Mom knows."

"You aren't allowed to cry."

"Mom isn't crying."

That's what Wang Ya said, but tears fell onto Lin Motong's shoulder.

Lin Motong patted her back with her small hand.

The movement was stiff.

Like she had just learned how to comfort someone.

"Don't be afraid."

"Dad... Uncle Lin is here."

Wang Ya held her even tighter.

The communicator suddenly crackled to life.

Crackle—

Liu Qing's voice burst out.

"Master? Master!"

"The signal is restored!"

"Master, can you hear me?"

Her speech was so fast it was trembling.

Three days of being out of contact, even though Su Xiaonuan had received one message from Lin Yuan through a bug in her Spatial Ability.

Tiangong No. 1 was nearly driven crazy.

Lin Yuan picked up the communicator.

"I'm fine, returning tomorrow."

Just those four words.

There was silence on the other end for a second.

Then, a muffled curse from Jiang Xiaowan came through.

"You bastard..."

She didn't finish the second half of the sentence, as if she were crying.

Su Xiaonuan didn't speak.

Only the soft sound of a cup clicking against a table came through the communicator.

Lin Yuan knew her hand was shaking.

Ten minutes later, Feng Sanhai rushed to the villa.

"Mr. Lin, the signal is fully restored."

"Director Xu Changfeng from the Capital sent a satellite communication, asking about the follow-up arrangements for Zhe City."

Lin Yuan rubbed his chin.

"Reply."

"The Zombie King is dormant."

"The person called Boss Lin has lost contact."

Feng Sanhai's eyelid twitched.

He hesitated for only a second before immediately nodding.

"Understood."

The meaning of this sentence was crystal clear.

The Capital would forever owe a favor to someone named "Boss Lin."

Half an hour later, the Capital replied.

"Thank you for your cooperation in Zhe City. We promise that the material airdrops will proceed as planned, with the first batch arriving within seventy-two hours."

At the end, there was also a private channel from Lieutenant Colonel Liu Zheng.

A single sentence.

"If you make contact with Mr. Lin, you may use this channel."

Lin Yuan smiled.

This person had wanted to make him kneel for three days just yesterday.

In the evening, Feng Qingwu came to the villa.

She didn't beat around the bush.

"Mr. Lin, I want to go back with you."

Lin Yuan was eating, his chopsticks didn't stop.

Feng Qingwu stood by the table, her back held very straight.

"In Zhe City, I will always just be Feng Sanhai's daughter who is protected."

"I want to prove that I am useful."

"I want to stand by the side of a great hero."

Lin Yuan looked at her.

Appearance 85.

Favorability 19%.

One step away from entering the system bonus line.

During that public screening in Zhe City, over a thousand women came, but very few actually passed the system line.

Feng Qingwu understood accounts, understood management, could stay up late, and was tactful.

Tiangong No. 1's operations were getting bigger and bigger.

Su Xiaonuan couldn't manage it all by herself.

Jiang Xiaowan was pregnant and who knew when she would cause trouble again.

He really needed someone with a high enough level to go head-to-head with her.

Lin Yuan put down his chopsticks.

"Does your father know?"

Feng Qingwu nodded.

"He said that being able to follow you is my good fortune."

Lin Yuan didn't comment on this statement.

"Pack your things."

"We leave tomorrow."

Feng Qingwu lowered her head.

"Yes."

The next morning, the helicopter was parked in the Inner City square.

Feng Sanhai stood by the cabin, not saying much to his daughter.

He handed Lin Yuan a handwritten roster.

The edges of the pages were worn and frayed.

"Mr. Lin."

"The ones marked in red on this are all untrustworthy."

"If one day I die, you can come back and use these people to make an example of them."

After saying this, he glanced at Feng Qingwu.

"If there are rules she doesn't understand, you just teach her."

"After her mother passed away..."

Lin Yuan reached out and interrupted Feng Sanhai's words directly.

"Do your own job well; the better you perform, the more stable her position by my side will be."

Feng Qingwu pursed her lips, not crying.

Zhou Heng brought Zhou Niannian onto the plane as well.

Zhou Niannian was hugging an old cloth bag, hiding by Zhou Heng's leg.

Her "Absolute Balance System" was too special.

It could render Superpowers ineffective.

Lin Yuan wouldn't leave such a conceptual-level little thing in Zhe City.

The helicopter took off.

In the back row, Wang Ya was holding Lin Motong.

Lin Motong closed her eyes to rest, occasionally opening them to glance at Feng Qingwu.

A flash of black and red light appeared in her eyes.

Feng Qingwu's back went cold, and she dared not look back.

Wang Ya said softly, "Tongtong, don't scare your sister."

Lin Motong muttered, "Her heartbeat is so fast, I didn't even do anything to her."

Lin Yuan glanced at her through the rearview mirror from the front seat.

"Tongtong, rules."

Lin Motong immediately shut her mouth.

The Little Queen was very obedient.

At least, that was the case in front of Lin Yuan.

In the morning, Cloud Top Palace appeared in view.

In the Inner Circle on the hillside, people were moving stones to repair the walls.

They were smoothing out the sharp tips of the stone wall that Lu Yan had poked out with his Superpower, turning it into a stone wall that people could stand on.

Then they set up ladders behind the wall, so if they encountered people wanting to come to Cloud Top Palace, they could talk to them without having to open the gates.

Captain Han Xue stood on high ground and blew her whistle.

"Third Group! Shield wall, advance!"

Neat slogans came from the training ground.

The female prisoner camp, the remnants of the South Suburbs, and the laborers from the Inner Circle were mixed together, running like a long gray line.

In the main square of the Cloud Top Palace Inner Circle, Su Xiaonuan led the team in formation.

She was wearing her housekeeper uniform, her hair tied neatly, and there was no extra expression on her face.

Lin Yuan got off the plane.

Su Xiaonuan stepped forward to take his backpack.

When her fingers touched the strap, they trembled slightly.

Lin Yuan passed by her and whispered, "You've worked hard."

Su Xiaonuan gripped the strap tightly.

Her eyes turned red.

She wanted to throw herself into Lin Yuan's arms.

But behind her stood Captain Han Xue, Qin Yumo, Jiang Xiaowan, and the other women.

The head housekeeper couldn't be weak.

She lowered her head.

"This is what I ought to do."

Zhou Heng and Zhou Niannian were taken away by Lu Yan to be settled in.

When Lu Xixi saw Zhou Niannian, her eyes lit up.

Finally, she had a playmate of her own age.

After a simple test, Su Muxue discovered that as long as Zhou Niannian was in a safe environment and didn't actively release her ability, the Superpowers around her could be used normally.

Lin Yuan nodded.

This child had to be handled with more care than a nuclear reactor.

Feng Qingwu followed Lin Yuan into Tiangong No. 1.

The first thing she saw was Su Xiaonuan.

The housekeeper's aura made her breathing shallow.

The second thing she saw was Qin Yumo.

Red hair, holding a blade, standing at the end of the corridor, looking like she could slice someone open at any moment.

The third thing.

Jiang Xiaowan, with her still-not-obvious baby bump, stood behind Su Xiaonuan, her gaze critical.

The fourth thing.

Tang Qiqi was squatting on the ground, using a multimeter to test the wiring.

Sparks were still jumping on her hair.

She looked up at Feng Qingwu.

"Newbie?"

"Welcome to the Shura field."

Feng Qingwu took a deep breath.

She had originally thought that she would at most be ranked behind Wang Ya.

Now she realized.

Even the top ten might be a stretch.