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Chapter 894: This Kind of Stud Horse (4)

    <h4>Chapter 894: Chapter 894: This Kind of Stud Horse (4)</h4><h4></h4>


    Gan Yuan withdrew her gaze from the night, turned around, and walked up the steps. "Bring me tomorrow’s work schedule!"


    Everyone was working hard, so she certainly wouldn’t ck off.


    General Barton, even if you plot tirelessly, I won’t let you win against me!


    ...


    ...


    Inside the rundown repair factory.


    A sleeping Qian Xueying was vigorously shaken awake, and before she was fully conscious, she was dragged out of bed.


    Sam tossed her clothes over, "Hurry and put on your clothes, we’re leaving!"


    She had just been ravaged by Baldy,pounded by a fever from inmed wounds, and her condition was very poor. Yet, under Sam’s intimidation, she dared not resist and had to muster up the energy to put on her clothes, following him out of the factory.


    In the yard, Gan Tang had also been brought out by a subordinate and stuffed into the car.


    Sam pulled Qian Xueying’s arm, leading her into the car, and immediately gave a heavy order.


    "Drive!"


    Qian Xueying yawned, "We’re..."


    Halfway through speaking, seeing Sam’s nce, she prudently shut her mouth.


    "I’m sorry."


    Sam smiled contentedly, reaching over to pat her head as you would a dog.


    "That’s right, don’t ask what shouldn’t be asked, don’t say what shouldn’t be said. Be an obedient dog, and you’ll get good canned food!"


    Qian Xueying returned his nce with apliant, smiling face, her profile catching Gan Tang’s clear eyes from across, spawning a wave of shame in her. But before Sam, she could not break out, merely casting a fierce look at Gan Tang to vent her anger.


    The car drove out of the repair factory, through the slum area, onto the main street.


    Gan Tang turned his face to gaze at the street scene outside the window, noticing some familiar streets, he immediately straightened his back.


    Previously, when brought here by Sam and others, he always wanted to understand where this ce was but didn’t because they passed unfamiliar locations.


    Now seeing these familiar streets, the kid instantly recognized it as the Capital of F Country.


    Noticing the little guy looking around, Sam immediately scolded, "What are you looking at? Sit properly!"


    Gan Tang hurriedly withdrew his head, sitting back obediently in his chair.


    By now, the car had reached Central Avenue, Qian Xueying tiredlyid her head against the window, her eyes vaguely catching a luminous building, instinctively shifting her gaze.


    "Is that the Royal Pce?"


    She instinctively asked out loud, regretting her words instantly.


    This time, Sam seemed to be in a good mood, not scolding her but instead ncing at the building not far away.


    "Yes! That’s the Royal Pce!"


    Previously, Qian Xueying had been to the Royal Pce, but she entered through the main gate and hadn’t been to the back garden.


    This was the first time she noticed the Royal Pce’s back garden.


    Gazing at the distant back garden, she inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity as if she’d seen it somewhere before.


    She couldn’t help sitting up, turning her face to look seriously and trying to recall.


    Sam pushed her back into the seat.


    "As long as you obediently listen, maybe in the future, I’ll take you to live in the Royal Pce!"


    He... live in the Royal Pce?


    Qian Xueying turned her puzzled face to Sam.


    "Who exactly are you?"


    Sam smiled, "In the future, the master of this country!"


    Qian Xueying grew even more puzzled, turning her face again to nce at the direction of the Royal Pce’s back garden.


    Sam turned, gripping her neck, "You don’t believe?"


    ...


    ...


    Good morning
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