Mao Feiyang then pouted, somewhat dissatisfied, and turned around to walk towards the media portal shrouded in a hazy grey mist.
"Oh right..." Mao Feiyang suddenly seemed to have thought of something, "Can you give me a little 'blessing'? Make me feel a strong sense of mission?"
"..." The Night Watchman seemed to be at a loss, and after a moment of silence, said, "Keep it up... you can definitely do it."
"Oh ho, thanks~" Mao Feiyang grinned mischievously and stepped into the media portal.
"Pop..."
The portal rippled, and Mao Feiyang entered as if stepping into a lake, spreading out a wave of ripples.
Soon, the ripples calmed down.
From the upper level of the Bell Tower, the Night Watchman-02's faint muttering could be heard, "Why would 'he' arrange for such a cheeky person to connect with me? Was it because they confidently assumed I wouldn't kill him?"
"Huh... you'd better send someone reliable to collect the final payment, or else, don't blame me for being ruthless..."
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