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"Besides, I didn't enter the dream through the normal process, so my family will treat me like an illegal immigrant."

"Brother Su, do you remember what I asked you to do before?"

"Based on my intuition, the Star Core Hunters are very likely to get involved in the battle for the Watchmaker's legacy."

"If you encounter that guy, be sure to humiliate him as much as possible."

Su Jinyan said, "Okay, leave it to me."

Before parting, Dan Heng made the "Thousand Years of Kill" gesture and gave it to Su Jinyan and Sang Bo respectively.

Su Jinyan & Sangbo: "Aww!"

After Danheng left, Sangbo couldn't help but laugh.

"Brother Danheng is too conservative. What's wrong with smuggling? Smuggling is quite interesting."

"To be honest, I, Old Sambo, am also an illegal immigrant."

"The family hounds are chasing me everywhere, it's quite amusing."

"The watchmaker's legacy has attracted a lot of competition, and the family is starting to get restless."

Su Jinyan asked with some doubt: "Where did you get the information about the watchmaker's estate?"

Sambo's smile grew even brighter: "You mean this? Our tavern has its own special intelligence channels."

"It's normal that you don't know about it since you don't go there often."

"Actually, if someone of your status went to a tavern, they would definitely be very enthusiastic about you."

"Just like fireworks, fireworks are always incredibly popular in our tavern."

Xing expressed disagreement with Sambo's statement: "She's popular? That's because I didn't go."

"If I go, a new star will rise in the tavern."

"But Sambo, what brought you to Pinocchio? Are you here for fun?"

Sambo smiled broadly: "Not entirely."

"The main reason I, old Sambo, came to Pinocchio is to obtain the legendary 'watchmaker's legacy'."

"Once I obtain information about the inheritance, I will divide that information among myself."

"Sold to Interstellar Peace Corporation, Eternal Flame Mansion, the Memory Makers, and their families..."

Su Jinyan also laughed, but the smile on her face was intriguing.

"Don't you think there's something fishy about Lord Afrit's resurrection?"

Sangbo pondered for a moment, then asked hesitantly, "My good brother, you don't mean...?"

Su Jinyan said in a deep voice, "You guessed right, I am Grand Duke Afrit of the Netherfire."

“I have no interest in the watchmaker’s legacy.”

"But I will help the Star Train fight for the inheritance, and the rightful owner of the inheritance is none other than Star Treasure."

Sambo let out a wail and knelt on the ground in agony: "What can I say?"

"Oh no, is my dream of getting rich going to be shattered like this?"

"Hey bro, any other ways to make money? Can you recommend one?"

Su Jinyan said earnestly, "The golden moment is the most prosperous moment for Pinocchio."

"Many dream chasers here are generous spenders, throwing money around like water."

"Sambo, I see you still have your charms. Why don't you go out and sell your cleavage?"

"I'll introduce you to customers; all you need to do is greet them."

"How about we split the credits we earn 30/70?"

Sambo's lips twitched: "Then there's no need. I, old Sambo, am not guilty of such a crime."

"I think I'll go back to my old ways; swindling and cheating are my forte."

Su Jinyan pondered, "The family's hound lineage will probably be focusing on investigating my identity soon."

"How about this, you go to Mickey Mouse Clubhouse tomorrow and help me put on a show."

"Once it's done, I'll transfer the money to you directly. Just close your eyes and press zero."

Sangbo's expression was subtle: "So you're keeping your eyes closed and expecting zero cases, huh?"

Su Jinyan was shocked: "How did you know?"

Sambo held up five fingers: "Good brother, my appearance fee is not low."

"At least this number; anything below this is out of the question."

Xing asked doubtfully, "Fifty thousand?"

Sambo shook his head vigorously: "Who do you think you are? Fifty thousand credits, that's too cheap."

Su Jinyan said arrogantly, "Alright, Sangbo, name your price. I have plenty of money."

Sambo originally wanted to say five million credits, anything less was out of the question.

But before he could finish speaking, he blurted out, "Fifty fake coins, I'll take anything less."

Su Jinyan: "?"

star:"?"

The two looked at Sangbo with extremely complicated expressions.

Xingzhui asked, "What do you need that thing for?"

Sambo gave a thumbs up: "Fake Jiba, you'll know once you use it. I, old Sambo, love Fake Jiba the most."

The two fell silent again.

Su Jinyan said apologetically, "I admit that my joke went a bit too far."

"I'm sorry, Sambo, I never thought you would actually..."

Damn it, who possessed my old Sambo?

I swear I have absolutely no interest in that thing!

Su Jinyan took out her phone and immediately transferred five million credits to Sangbo's account.

"I don't know how you ended up in such dire poverty."

"But even the toughest times will get better, keep going."

No, let me explain!

Sangbo was too anxious to speak, and his silently weeping expression was naturally mistaken by the two of them as tears of emotion.

Xing's eyes were filled with complex emotions: "Sangbo, one wrong step can lead to eternal regret."

"We're friends after all, so don't worry, I won't tell anyone about what happened here today."

Sister, I'm really not what you think," Sambo said, on the verge of tears.

Just then, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded in the distance.

Two guards from the hound family caught up, glancing left and right.

"That's strange. Where did they go? How could they disappear in the blink of an eye?"

"Hey, look! That flashy blue-haired guy, isn't he the illegal immigrant the family's been searching for?"

"Even if we didn't catch the silver-haired guy, catching this blue-haired one will at least allow us to go back and report."

The two guards immediately perked up.

Seeing that things were not going well, Sambo hurriedly made his escape.

Seeing this, the two guards quickened their pace: "Don't even think about running, you blue-haired illegal immigrant!"

Although he could ask Su Jinyan for help, Sambo, being a fellow member of the Masked Fool, knew exactly how unreliable the Masked Fool really were.

What wouldn't Su Jinyan do for fun?

Maybe it was Su Jinyan controlling my old Sangbo's speech just now?

Watching Sangbo flee in disarray, Su Jinyan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and say, "Why didn't he ask us for help?"

Xing pursed her lips, her expression complicated: "Little Su, I can roughly guess what Sangbo is thinking."

"He was probably afraid that we would look at him differently."

"So the arrival of those two hound family guards gave him a reason to escape."

"But I just can't understand why Sambo chose this path of no return?"

Su Jinyan frowned: "I don't know either. If Sangbo is short of money, he can obviously scam or rob, doing what he used to do."

"But he stubbornly reformed and chose to sell himself..."

"Perhaps he has his own reasons."

"Enough talk, let's go, I'll take you to see my Mickey Mouse Clubhouse."