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Chapter 62 Team Leader Li, Shall we pull the weeds together?

Li Zhenguo stood outside the door, his mind blank.

He came here carrying the will of the entire Chinese nation, and had rehearsed hundreds of scenarios for negotiating with Mr. Lin.

Mr. Lin may have already completely obliterated those "gods".

Or, seal them in some unimaginable magical artifact.

At worst, they could be subdued and become his henchmen, pawns in Mr. Lin's grand scheme to conquer the world.

But he never imagined that when he pushed open this door, he would see such a... pastoral idyll.

Those dozen or so beings, who in the video footage could destroy cities and nations with a mere gesture and were revered as gods by hundreds of millions of Western believers, were currently engaged in the most primitive physical labor in Mr. Lin's courtyard.

A man with long, flowing blond hair and an extremely pure and holy aura was squatting in the corner, carefully picking at the moss in the cracks between the floor tiles with his fingernails.

A muscular man, with a physique comparable to a giant bear, was mechanically chopping firewood with a rusty axe, sweat soaking his bronze back.

There was also a man with a goatee and eyes that should have been as deep as the starry sky, who was holding a large broom and intently sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground.

Li Zhenguo blinked hard.

He even pinched his thigh, and the intense pain proved that what he was seeing was not an illusion.

It's not a hallucination; it's even more outrageous than a hallucination.

"Li Zuxing, you've arrived?"

Lin Fan's voice drifted lazily from inside the courtyard. He remained lying in the rocking chair, holding a steaming cup of tea, without even lifting his eyelids.

"Yes... Mr. Lin."

Li Zhenguo jolted awake from his daze.

He quickly composed himself, put on an almost humble smile, picked up the fruit basket in his hand, and stepped into the yard.

"I came to see you and brought some fruit."

His steps were very light, each step felt like walking on clouds, and he dared not make the slightest sound.

His gaze was fixed on Lin Fan, not daring to glance even half a glance at the figures working nearby.

He was afraid that if he looked at it again, the worldview he had just glued back together would collapse once more.

"You're here, why did you bring anything?"

Lin Fan casually made a polite remark and pointed to the small stool next to him.

"sit."

"Okay, okay."

Li Zhenguo gently placed the fruit basket on the stone table, then straightened his back and sat down on the small stool.

He only sat a third of the way down, his hands neatly placed on his knees, his posture even more nervous than a new recruit meeting the commander-in-chief.

"Would you like some tea?" Lin Fan asked.

"No, no, no, sir, I'm not thirsty!" Li Zhenguo shook his head vigorously.

What a joke.

Last time, a cup of tea allowed him to break through the barrier from the peak of the Transformation Realm and advance to the realm of Embracing the Core.

He went back to seclusion for three days before he could barely suppress the terrifying, rampaging energy within his body.

Another one?

He had no doubt that he would turn into a cloud of blood mist on the spot and become new fertilizer in this yard.

"Alright."

Lin Fan didn't try to persuade him further. He took a sip, shifted to a more comfortable position, and squinted at the sun.

For a moment, the only sounds in the courtyard were the rustling of sweeping, the cracking of chopping wood, and... the faint sound of water coming from the direction of the outhouse.

Li Zhenguo sat on a small stool, his back soaked with cold sweat.

He prepared more than a dozen negotiation plans for this trip, from testing the bottom line to expressing goodwill, from inquiring about the fate of "God" to building a cooperation framework, and every word was repeatedly deliberated by his think tank.

But now, he can't utter a single word.

All contingency plans became worthless in the face of this scenario that defied the logic of reality.

How do I start the conversation?

Question: "Mr. Lin, is your labor-based transformation of Western deities intended to promote the exchange and integration of Eastern and Western civilizations?"

Or perhaps we could say, "Mr. Lin, we have limited experience in prisoner-of-war management. Could you send someone to learn from your advanced experience?"

He was certain that if he asked that question, he would be relegated to keep company with that war god who had blown up the toilet the next second.

"Um... Mr. Lin..."

Li Zhenguo's Adam's apple bobbed, and after holding it in for a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Your yard... is so clean."

As soon as he finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself.

What kind of nonsense is this! If a bunch of gods come to clean, how could it not be clean?

"It's alright." Lin Fan didn't even blink. "It's just that we're short-handed, and we can't handle a lot of work."

He pointed casually.

"If you have time, lend a hand. I see that the weeds in that vegetable patch haven't been completely pulled yet."

Li Zhenguo's gaze stiffly followed the direction of Lin Fan's finger.

He saw that Virgo Shaka, who was hailed as "the man closest to God," was squatting in the vegetable garden, pulling weeds one by one.

Now, Mr. Lin has invited him to join them.

Li Zhenguo's brain crashed for the third time.

He, the top leader of the China Special Operations Group, a big shot whose stomp could shake the martial arts world, was going to work alongside a Western "god" to pull weeds.

The mere thought of that scene was enough to stop his heart from beating.

"What, you don't want to?"

Lin Fan finally opened his eyes and glanced at him indifferently.

That calm and unwavering gaze sent chills down Li Zhenguo's spine!

"No! I don't want to! I do!"

Li Zhenguo suddenly sprang up from the stool, his legs together, standing ramrod straight.

He now strongly suspects that Mr. Lin is still holding a grudge against him for the last time he led a team to break in with guns, and this is a warning to him!

This isn't an invitation, it's a test!

"Go if you're willing, what are you standing there for?" Lin Fan waved his hand, as if shooing away a fly.

"Yes, sir!"

Li Zhenguo gave a sharp military salute, the movement so precise it could be included in a textbook.

He then took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and started walking.

Those steps were heavy and tragic, as if they were not heading towards a vegetable garden, but towards their own execution ground.

He walked to the vegetable patch and glanced at the blond man squatting beside him.

Shaka seemed to sense his presence, and his closed eyes slowly opened. In his golden pupils, there was no divine power, no fighting spirit, only a bottomless numbness.

Their eyes met, and no words were needed.

From that numbness, Li Zhenguo understood a kind of resignation that transcended camps and civilizations.

He took a deep breath and slowly squatted down.

He reached out his hands, which had signed countless top-secret S-level documents, and grabbed a weed in the soil.

Pull it up with force.

At this moment, the guardians of the East and the warriors of the West achieved a wondrous harmony in the most basic act of labor.