Chapter 268 - 260: The Old Roots of the Osmanthus Tree
He wasn’t planning to keep fishing any longer. First, he was out of supplies, and second, he was running low on bait.
Time to head to the museum!
It’s been so long since he’s seen Zack. He kinda missed him... or rather, missed the good stuff there.
Riding his bike to the museum entrance, Han Qiwu once again saw a pair of floating eyeballs with wings hovering above the museum courtyard.
As soon as the eyeballs spotted Han Qiwu, the museum doors swung open automatically.
"This thing is really awesome. If only I could get one to put at home. Then I’d finally know whether Xiao Dian and Meat Chicken are slacking off or not," Han Qiwu thought as he walked through the museum doors.
As soon as he entered, a rich aroma of alcohol hit his nose.
"Smells so good? Did Zack drink too much again?" Han Qiwu wondered, approaching the counter curiously.
Zack, standing behind the counter, was currently dressed in a tailcoat. He was rapidly pouring four or five colorful liquids into a cocktail shaker, shaking it at dizzying speeds—probably over ten times per second.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
"Good morning! What are you up to this time?" Han Qiwu asked.