Bu Chensu and Zi Shu left John's house and went straight to the S Group branch building. They took the elevator and went directly to the rooftop.
It was quiet at night, and the rooftop was even more eerie.
The wind whistled, blowing away the faint rotten smell in the air.
On the edge of the rooftop, a slender man had his back to Bu Chensu and Zi Shu, looking down at the entire Manchester City.
Zi Shu looked at the man's back and grinned, "Why, do you want to jump off the building? Tomorrow it will spread throughout the human world. Prince Zuo Qi, the famous zombie world, was trapped by love and committed suicide. People will speculate that he can Who is this beautiful woman that Prince Zuo Qi is so fascinated by?"
Zuo Qi turned around, revealing an almost demonic profile.
"Trapped by 'love'? Brother Zishu, are you reminding me of something?"
The teasing look on his face disappeared. He coughed twice, looked away, and did not answer his words.
Zuo Qi glanced at his reaction, and a low smile escaped from his thin lips.
Then, he turned around and faced Bu Chensu. The half of the silver mask on the right side of his face flashed a faint cold light under the moonlight.
"Emperor."
Zuo Qi bent his upper body slightly, his eyes and tone full of respect.
Bu Chensu also walked forward and stood on the edge of the rooftop, "Did you find out?"
Zuo Qi turned slightly sideways and nodded, "It was the Imam's grandson who was kidnapped and bled by them. Several people shared the food. This Gnan was one of them. The one who sold those low-level zombies to Gnan was the Imam. Zhengqi’s son has been controlled by my people.”
Zi Shu curled his lips, "Human trafficking is a serious crime in the zombie world. You didn't just tear that kid to pieces. That's not like your temperament."
Zuo Qi looked at Zi Shu, his eyes half covered by his bangs shining with a dark and inexplicable light.
"Brother Zishu knows my temperament very well."
Zi Shu gritted his teeth, "How many times have I told you, don't call me 'Brother Zi Shu'."
Zuo Qi shrugged, "What's that called? Brother Zishu?"
Zi Shu rolled his eyes at him, "Oh, I think most of these things were done by the imam himself, and the prince can even take advantage of his son and grandson. What did he use in exchange for his cultivation? Brains? No wonder they are so stupid. Said, none of the princes of the zombie world are good."
After a pause, Zishu looked at Bu Chensu again, "Master, Imam has always been dissatisfied with you. In the past few years, A Hong and the others rebelled because of the imam. Now he has intensified his efforts, even selling zombies and colluding with the human world. It’s all done, and it looks like we can’t keep it.”
Bu Chensu turned around and looked at Zuo Qi, "You handle it."
Zuo Qi nodded respectfully, "Yes."
"If you have nothing to do, go back quickly and stay less in the human world." After Bu Chensu finished speaking, he walked away.
Zuo Qi looked over, "Emperor, your final advancement time is coming soon, why don't you go back with your subordinates?"
Bu Chensu continued without stopping, "I have my own plan."
Zi Shu also wanted to leave, but was stopped by a sudden gust of wind.
Looking at the person standing in front of him, Zi Shu almost wanted to jump.
"you… "
Before he finished his sentence, the person in front of him had already come over.
The silver mask was filled with cold air and just barely stuck to Zi Shu's face.
Zuo Qi leaned close to Zi Shu's ear and glanced at the reaction on his face. He raised the corners of his lips slightly and showed his first sincere smile tonight.
"Still angry with me?"
Zi Shu said nothing, but did not resist Zuo Qi's approach.
Zuo Qi suddenly raised his hand and landed on Zi Shu's head. He paused and rubbed it with a slightly stiff movement.
"I'll go back and deal with those miscellaneous things first. Remember to remind the emperor to go back early."
(End of chapter)