Jack smiled confidently. "That's true. Come with me—there probably isn't enough food here for you."
Hulk shook his head in refusal. "Hulk not go. Hulk likes here."
Jack didn't plan to interfere too much with Hulk, so he said, "Alright, stay here. I'll find two friends to take care of you."
Jack remembered seeing two young men chatting and laughing with Hulk while watching the surveillance footage and thought about hiring those two to look after him.
"I'm leaving for now. I'll come back with food later."
Hulk waved his hand. "Hulk want eat. Meat."
"No problem."
Jack walked over to Cui Hua, picked her up in a princess carry, and followed the direction she pointed. She lived alone, so they could go straight there.
Seeing this, Natasha Romanoff said to the two Widows piloting the plane, "You two go over there as well. Judging by your expressions, you're not the type to behave yourselves. Go on."
Jack arrived at Cui Hua's house and saw the other two Widows coming over. He took out his communicator and said:
"Thanks, dear. Could you also help me order two spaceship-loads of food for Hulk?"
Natasha pouted. "You flirtatious bastard. Just don't forget about me."
"Cui Hua's bed is very large. They need guidance from an elder like you."
After saying this, Jack led the three newcomers into Cui Hua's home.
Early the next morning, just as the sky began to brighten, hesitant knocking sounded outside the door.
The wooden door creaked open slightly. Jack and Cui Hua poked their heads out through the gap. Both looked tired, their hair messy.
"Village Chief, what's wrong?" Jack asked, rubbing his eyes.
The Village Chief's old face turned red. His gaze lingered briefly on Cui Hua's slightly swollen lips before he awkwardly looked away and cleared his throat.
"Well… Cui Hua. Auntie Wang and Uncle Li next door came to complain. You two were, uh, making quite a lot of noise. They're old and light sleepers—they didn't get much rest."
Cui Hua's face flushed to her ears. She twisted the hem of her clothes nervously, her voice as soft as a mosquito.
"I'm really sorry… we'll… be more careful."
As soon as she finished speaking, she elbowed Jack hard in the chest. With a muffled "oof," Jack was shoved back inside. Cui Hua bowed hurriedly to the Village Chief and slammed the door shut.
Outside, the Village Chief stared at the still-vibrating door and shook his head helplessly, a faint smile creeping onto his lips.
He sighed and prepared to take the two elderly neighbors to stay at his house for a few nights.
"Click."
The door opened again. Jack's hand stretched out, holding a thick wad of green banknotes.
"Village Chief, sorry. This is an apology gift. I'm very busy right now."
Cui Hua translated into Russian, then closed the door again.
Several thousand dollars lay on the ground.
The Village Chief picked them up with a smile, planning to split them evenly with the old couple.
No—he would give it all to them.
After the door closed, Cui Hua felt all her strength drain away. She slumped backward, but Jack's solid arms caught her waist.
"See? Wasn't I right?" Jack leaned close to her flushed ear, his warm breath brushing against it. "Isn't it more exciting this way?"
Cui Hua jabbed him repeatedly with her elbow, but it felt like hitting steel. Her arm went numb, her legs gave out, and she slid downward.
Jack chuckled, gripping the "steering wheel" at her waist and firmly controlling this "sports car" before it went completely out of control.
Afterward, Jack stepped down from the "driver's seat." His gaze swept across the brand-new, shiny "sports cars" in the garage as he seriously considered forming a racing team.
At that moment, Natasha—who had rested in the quinjet overnight—happened to see the scene through the porthole. She stared so intently that a thin strand of saliva slipped from the corner of her mouth. She casually threw on a coat, jumped off the jet, and directly joined the "parking-lot carnival."
Jack naturally refused no one, and the Russia Development Project continued at full throttle.
[Thousands of Ravines and Valleys: 126/1000]
Just as things were reaching their peak, an emergency message from Mosquito Girl came through. Jack glanced at it and immediately carried his four female companions onto the jet, not even bothering to clean up the chaos left behind in the room and garage.
The Village Chief was overjoyed. Looking at the hundred thousand dollars left behind, he decided to renovate the village.
He also planned to build a new, taller warehouse for Hulk.
"This big chubby boy is our village's lucky star. Xiao Shuai, Little Fatty—from now on, Hulk's meals are your responsibility. Remember to balance meat and vegetables."
Little Fatty was holding Xiao Mei. When she saw her mother Da Mei hugging the Village Chief, she asked angrily:
"Mom, what are you doing? Why are you hugging him?"
Little Fatty gently patted Xiao Mei's shoulder. "Xiao Mei, they truly love each other. We should bless them."
Xiao Mei turned around and punched Little Fatty hard.
"What nonsense are you talking about? He's your father, and she's my mother. If they get married, what about us?"
Even then, the Village Chief continued holding Da Mei and said sincerely, "Xiao Mei, maybe we don't need to register the marriage."
Xiao Mei looked at Da Mei resentfully. Da Mei tried to pull her back, but the Village Chief stopped her.
He kicked Little Fatty irritably. "What are you standing there for? Go after her! If you can't talk sense into her, don't come back tonight!"
Little Fatty chased after Xiao Mei, but before he got far, the Village Chief shouted from behind:
"If you succeed, don't come back either! I want some alone time with Da Mei!"
Little Fatty raised his hands helplessly. "Why?!"
The Village Chief ignored him and pulled Da Mei back inside.
Da Mei shyly tapped the Village Chief and nestled into his arms, though her eyes occasionally drifted toward Xiao Shuai and then toward Cui Hua's room, lost in memory.
She soon made up her mind. Since she couldn't have the handsome guy, and Xiao Shuai was poor and weak, she might as well pursue her own happiness.
Jack didn't care about Xiao Shuai's feelings. Instead, he stared at Mosquito Girl's message, his heart burning with anticipation.
Under Jack's "treatment," Cui Hua had fully recovered her vitality.
A few hours later, traveling at supersonic speed, they arrived at the base Mosquito Girl had established in the Middle East.
Jack stood below, staring at dozens of young girls in ragged clothes due to the heat. He compared them repeatedly with the photos Mosquito Girl had sent.
Finally, Jack realized he'd been completely catfished. He pointed at the screen.
"Wang Chao, you—" [name unclear; flagged]
After half a year, the limbs evolved from absorbing hundreds of thousands of people were finally put to use.
The two giant blood-storage bags also received special… slapping care that night.
Jack set Mosquito Girl down and looked at the obedient little brats and tiny tots in front of him, his head throbbing.
They had all been specially kept by Mosquito Girl and were indeed very cute—but every time Jack thought about the spicy photos he'd seen, only to find these lolis instead, guilt stabbed him hard.
Who could understand the horror of an online "big sister" turning into a smug mesugaki?
FBI! Don't move!
Helpless, Jack could only take these lolis back to the Red Room.
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