I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms

"Understood."

After listening to the somewhat greasy middle-aged man and Chen Miao's story, Zhou Shen fell silent for a moment before suddenly laughing and saying, "Don't worry, now that you've found me, I'm definitely going to help."

"But you can take the money back."

No matter how much Wang Haina tried to decline, he firmly refused to take the money, not yet the time to start collecting it. He couldn't rush this; if he became hasty, everything would be ruined.

...

At this point, Chen Miao was still in the 4S dealership.

Everything was proceeding smoothly, without any hitches.

The 4S dealership employees, with smiles plastered across their faces, ordered the warehouse to roll out 10 black sedans. At the same time, Chen Miao also reserved an extended cargo truck, with a carriage length of about seven meters.

It would arrive in three days.

This cargo truck was quite expensive, costing him around 1.2 million yuan.

He had wanted to buy a cargo truck for a long time now, so that any group actions wouldn't be so troublesome—the truck could carry all his people at once, plus a huge amount of ammunition.

After all, with his Nothingness Space, he had a built-in production line that could store nearly limitless bullets, but his subordinates didn't have this luxury. The bullets they could fit in the ten compartments of their backpacks would run out after just a few bursts of gunfire.

After finishing all this, Chen Miao took Yuan Buping and others to an entertainment venue, not the one they had visited last time.

Daytime, but still open for business.

Gorgeous women stood at the entrance, constantly casting seductive glances at passersby.

"Umm... Miao..."

Yuan Buping swallowed nervously, a bit awkwardly saying, "Actually, going back to the Eternal Cemetery for a nice meal can also count as a celebration; we don't need to make such a big fuss."

Chen Miao glanced at Yuan Buping without saying a word, just smiling and gesturing with a wave of his hand for everyone to pile in.

For him now, a day of fun wouldn't cost much, but it could effectively reward his people.

Which man doesn't like playing with women?

Especially this band of bachelors following him.

...

"I'm not kidding, Hungry Monkey, can't you go have your fun? Why keep watching me?"

In a private room of the clubhouse, the embattled Yuan Buping looked somewhat helplessly at Hungry Monkey, who was leaning against the door smoking, and said, "You staring at me like that, it's a lot of pressure."

"No fun playing by myself."

Hungry Monkey shook his head. Ever since Miao gave him that Taboo Item, he had lost all interest in women, even developing an intense disgust towards them. The side effects were really quite strong, and he needed to find someone to take over.

"Finish up quickly. Once you're done, I'll give you this thing I have, and then it'll be my turn."

"Uh... okay."

...

"Sir, she is the best girl we have here, extremely flexible. She can even put her legs behind her head, making her petite frame even more delicate," said the madam leading a girl to Chen Miao's room, with a sycophantic smile as she introduced, "And she's very enduring, sure to satisfy you."

"Mm."

Chen Miao, shirtless and wearing disposable bathing trunks while lying on the bed, didn't turn his head and just waved his hand, "I have a strong grip too, so go a bit harder."

"Got it."

After the madam left the room, the petite girl slowly set down her handbag on the floor, taking out mouthwash, essential oils, and various other tools from the bag. First, she massaged Chen Miao's back with her hands, and then started an essential oil back rub after applying the oil to her hands.

"How did you end up in this line of work?"

The girl was slightly taken aback, then, with a habitual tremor in her voice that hinted at a sob, said, "I didn't want to do this either. Ever since I was little, my mother betrayed my dad. When he found out, he almost beat her to death."

"My mom abandoned us, ran away,"

"Leaving just the three of us siblings and that father of ours who loved to drink."

"After our mother left, our father began to despise us, hitting us every day when he was drunk, and forcing me to sell myself to earn living expenses for the family and school fees for my brother."

"I..."

The girl recited her speech as if she were giving a lecture, her emotions perfectly in place.

And Chen Miao cooperated wholeheartedly, falling into a deep sleep during the girl's speech.

He hadn't slept at all the night before, and he had been running around all morning; he was indeed tired.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

Chen Miao slowly woke up from his sleep to see the girl lying on top of him, rubbing against him, and saying with a satisfied smile, "That's why I like your profession."

Every time he couldn't sleep,

The pathetic stories these girls told were always able to help him fall asleep quickly, like listening to the nightly news broadcast—it was a deep and peaceful sleep.

"Okay,"

Then he grabbed the girl's braid, pulling her head up: "Stop sliding down, focus on my back."

...

Another hour later.

The girl sat on the edge of the bed, seemingly aggrieved, wrapped in a bedsheet, and whispered, "Why don't you want me? Do you find me filthy?"

"Really now,"

Chen Miao, while putting on his clothes, said somewhat helplessly, "How can you ask such a question lacking professional ethic?"

"I'm not dirty, I shower every day."

"I'm tired, and I'm frail. Go on, I'm busy."

...

Finally—

Just before dusk, Chen Miao returned to Eternal Cemetery with everyone, driving ten brand new black sedans. The new day was about to end.

After leaving the club, he took everyone for a grand meal, then gave each person ten thousand credit points to spend freely on shopping until dusk, when he gathered everyone back. The celebration was perfectly concluded.

The performance of these people indeed merited a celebration.

Sometimes, you really have to admit, there is a chain of cause and effect in this world.

If he hadn't met Yuan Buping, if he hadn't chosen to help Yuan Buping become supernatural, if he hadn't met Zhou Shen and chosen to help him become the Deputy Director of the Event Bureau, then when he entered the Hell Bus, maybe truly no one could have helped him.

Hungry Monkey would have helped him.

But with Hungry Monkey's abilities, even finding the first person would have been difficult.

If it weren't for the resources of the Enforcement Bureau, trying to find one person in such a vast city would be like a wild goose chase.

"We're back."

As Chen Miao and the others' convoy entered Eternal Cemetery, the old man in the security booth with cloudy eyes also lifted his gaze to scan them, his voice raspy as he slowly said, "Your entourage seems to be getting larger and larger."

Chen Miao smiled without saying a word, just waving to signal the people behind him to take out the prepared items.

Only to see Wen, accompanied by two tall girls dressed in black silk, walking over and soon, the girls sashayed into the security booth and collapsed into the old man's arms, boneless.

"This is..."

The old man froze on the spot, his previously indifferent eyes showing strong emotional turbulence for the first time. His whole body started to tremble visibly, and a sense of panic emanated from him.