"Buzzzzz!"
The Fly Head suddenly flew over, saluted them, and then made a series of buzzing noises.
"It says that apart from the few boxes you asked to keep, the rest have been moved down."
Black Skull translated.
"Then I'll go down. Nigga, do you want to take a stroll down there?"
Liu Zheng invited.
"I think I'll pass. Even if I can't smell anything, just looking at it is disgusting enough. If I get any dirt on me, the kids won't let me hold them when I get back."
Black Skull refused bluntly.
"Alright then."
He shrugged, turned around, and walked to the manhole, climbing down the ladder.
At the Underwater River's edge, boxes of takeout were stacked neatly.
He nodded in satisfaction. Despite their dirty appearance, the Fly people worked efficiently, no wonder they were the sanitation department's go-to temporary labor.
"Why are you bringing drinks and desserts? Is Sea Girl coming down to the sewer again?"
The Fisherman asked with a hint of anticipation.
