Su Mo and Future stayed in the enclosed area for an entire afternoon, and when they emerged, he was glowing.

He placed his hand over his heart, saying devoutly like a believer, “Future, you will always be my goddess.”

Future gave him a thumbs up with both hands, “Earn more money and get more funds, and I’ll get you something even stronger!”

With that, she went back to her experiments.

Just then, Su Mo heard Dongdong’s machine-gun-like swearing from not too far away, “Look at you, all cowardly, just talking all day long and not even having a small pistol. Oh, your life with guns is really a failure~”

Su Mo walked over, puzzled, “Why is there still swearing?”

KK was playing a mobile game on his phone and shrugged, “Started cursing at one in the afternoon and hasn’t stopped for over six hours.”

Su Mo’s eyes went dark, “Is it really necessary???”

Dongdong took a sip of water to moisten his throat, pointing at the gadget on the table, “This piece of trash stopped making noise an hour ago, probably chickened out.”

Su Mo poked the gadget, “Buddy?”

Gadget: “…”

Its indicator light was still on, showing that the intelligent personality module was still online.

Su Mo burst out laughing, “This is killing me! The tofu meeting its match, the king of endless chatter finally got insulted into silence?”

Gadget: “…”

The indicator light went off, and a mechanical voice sounded, “Intelligent personality module is now offline.”

Su Mo laughed so hard he almost couldn’t straighten up, he put away the gadget and waved to the two, “Let’s go, time for dinner.”

After dinner, Su Mo went to process some documents.

KK wiped his mouth and asked, “Dongdong, game time?”

Dongdong stuffed a dumpling into his mouth, waved his hand as he left, “You play first, I’ve got stuff to do.”

…

[Border District, Ping’an Clinic]

After the big incident recently, the Border District was in turmoil again.

The Crow’s Nest had won a lot of public support by negotiating with hostages, but at the crucial moment, Muto Dongying got played and embarrassed himself on camera, making the election results all the more mysterious.

This past month, the Crow’s Nest and Wolf Assault have been engaged in both overt and covert battles, stirring up a bloody storm among major groups.

But none of this had anything to do with Gordon; the original King of the Borderlands continued to treat and save people day after day, never turning anyone away.

Right now, there are two thugs getting treated at Ping’an Clinic. While Gordon tended to the knife wounds on their heads, they scrolled through short videos to pass the time.

Having finished treating the wounds, Gordon said, “All done, the sutures will absorb themselves, no need to remove them. Altogether, it’s 127 yuan for both of you.”

The two thugs exchanged a glance, smirking. The taller one shamelessly said, “Got no money.”

Gordon’s expression remained calm, “That’s alright, off you go then, get some rest.”

The shorter thug laughed, “Damn, Old Gun wasn’t lying, getting treated here really doesn’t cost anything.”

Gordon chuckled, “It’s up to you, doesn’t matter to me.”

“So what you’re saying is, some folks still pay up.” The taller thug sniffed and spat a saliva mixed with snot on the floor, lazily surveying the surroundings, “How much do you make here in a day?”

Gordon didn’t answer, just shakily opened the door, “Alright, you should leave, there’ll be other patients coming soon.”

The taller thug pushed the bottles and cans off the table, plopping down onto it with a rogue attitude, “Old man, my brother and I are strapped for cash, could you spare a loan?”

Gordon shook his head, “I barely break even, no spare cash.”

The shorter thug glared, smacking Gordon across the head, “Don’t care if it’s spare change, money’s money, where’s it hidden?”

Gordon hunched his back, reluctantly pulling out the cash from his pocket, “This is everything from today, please leave now, don’t cause trouble here.”

The shorter thug snatched the money from his hand, took a look, then kicked him, “Damn you! What’s all this loose change, who are you trying to fool?”

Gordon was knocked to the ground, clutching his stomach, coughing repeatedly, unable to get up for a long time.

The taller thug sneered, “If you won’t drink the toast, you’ll drink the forfeit; guess we’ll help ourselves.”

The two started rifling through the place, tossing anything useless onto the floor, leaving bottles shattered everywhere.

They opened the drug cabinet, looking at the medicines inside with a smirk, “Wow, quite a stash, this stuff would fetch a good price.”

Seeing them raiding the cabinet, Gordon struggled to get up, rushing over to stop them, “You can’t take those, they’re for saving lives!”

The two tripped Gordon, beating and kicking him, laughing, “Stay down, and you wouldn’t get hit.”

Gordon crawled on the floor, hugging a canister of the most precious and rare medicine tightly to his chest.

“The old man’s quite stubborn, let’s see him drop some coin!” they laughed heartily, taking turns to pummel Gordon, relishing the thrill of bullying the weak.

Gordon, being up in years, couldn’t withstand the thrashing from the young thugs; before long, he was bruised and battered, his face covered in blood.

Just then, a child’s song drifted in from outside, “Yo yo~ When I walked into the Borderlands alone, so much depravity enchanted me, life started to wither away, yo yo~”

Dongdong sauntered in, bursting through the door, “Hey! Old man, guess who’s back~”

Upon entering, she saw the two thugs beating Gordon.

Dongdong’s expression changed, she cursed furiously, “Damn your father!!!”

She rushed forward, delivering two heavy strikes with a “bang, bang,” knocking out the two thugs’ teeth, scattering tooth fragments all over as they fell to the ground, wailing in misery.

Dongdong was truly enraged this time, hoisting her baseball bat to smash their heads in.

Gordon staggered forward, blocking Dongdong, trying to dissuade, “It’s alright now… Leave it at that…”

He looked back at the two bloodied thugs, helplessly telling them, “You better leave now.”

The two thugs groaned, scrambling out the door.

Dongdong pointed at their backs, cursing furiously, “Get lost! You damn dogs, come back and I’ll kill you!”

She helped Gordon sit down, emotionally asking, “What happened here?”

Gordon chuckled, “Just two youngsters asking for money, which I didn’t have. Then they started snatching the drugs… Oh, where’s my medicine…”

He fumbled around, carefully pulling out a sealed canister from his chest, relieved to find it intact.

Dongdong felt a pang hearing that, “It’s just a canister of medicine, why not just give it to them if they wanted it.”

Gordon instinctively shielded the medicine, shaking his head and muttering, “No way. This kind of medicine is rare in the Border District, each canister is a life.”

“If they took it, it’d definitely be refined into drugs, costing a life.”

Seeing Gordon’s beaten and trembling form, a wave of bitterness surged in Dongdong’s heart, her voice choked a bit, “You’re over eighty, can’t even care for yourself, yet always thinking of others…”

“It’s just some bruises, I’m fine.” Gordon didn’t want Dongdong to worry, stuffing some cotton into his nose, shifting the topic, “What brings you here? Are you hurt again? Let me take a look.”

“No, I’m perfectly fine, do I look injured?” Dongdong sat down beside Gordon, earnestly saying, “Old man, come back to the Inner City with me.”

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