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A gentle breeze stirred, causing Rong Sisi's robe to flutter, revealing a pair of long legs as white as jade, hinting at the beauty of spring beneath.
Ye Yu's youthful face flushed slightly, and he awkwardly lowered his head, saying, "Miss Rong looks quite young; calling you 'Miss' is certainly not out of place."
Women, regardless of their age, love to hear flattering words. Men, no matter how old they are, instinctively say nice things when they see beautiful women.
Rong Sisi was pleased. Seeing Ye Yu's slightly reddened face, she smiled even more brightly and said, "It's getting late; I need to take Old Bai and Da Xiong and leave here quickly!"
Ye Yu nodded. He was also in a precarious situation. Huang Laowai had helped him, and he could not simply ignore that. With this thought in mind, he looked at Rong Sisi earnestly and said, "Although I don't know if we'll meet again, I hope you can take good care of the sir. If possible, I would like to be able to contact you later!"
A flicker of something unusual passed through Rong Sisi's eyes. Then, as if she had made a decision, she suddenly moved and picked up a dry branch from the side. She drew a symbol in the sand of the desert, sketching the rough shape of a building next to it.
Ye Yu focused intently and immediately understood; the symbol was written in the script of the Blue Seal Empire. The symbol represented Rong Sisi's surname, while the building depicted was likely where he could find her.
"Did you remember it?" Rong Sisi's voice was soft, almost inaudible. However, Ye Yu nodded. He was quite familiar with the Blue Seal script; as for the building, it seemed rather ordinary.
In the next moment, a cloud of dust rose from the sand as Rong Sisi swiftly covered her drawing with layers of debris. Then she glanced at a distant spot with an unusual expression and said, "If fate allows, we shall meet again."
With that, Rong Sisi opened the door to the flying car without waiting for Ye Yu to say anything further. Hou Jiani climbed into the vehicle without needing any urging from Rong Sisi. Ye Yu and Rong Sisi lifted Bai Ze into the car while Xiong Dashan slowly crawled in by himself.
Ye Yu had initially wanted to bid farewell to Huang Laowai but hesitated when he saw him sleeping so soundly. After all these years, perhaps today was the first time he had slept so peacefully.
Hou Jiani looked at Ye Yu as if she wanted to say something; her face was filled with a strange expression. Finally, just as the vehicle was about to move, she timidly managed to say to Ye Yu, "Goodbye, brother." However, by then the car had already started moving, and Ye Yu was lost in thought elsewhere, so he naturally did not hear her.
Just as Rong Sisi and her group had left, a black flying car came to a stop in front of Ye Yu. Ye Yu paused for a moment, knowing that what was meant to happen would eventually come.
The car door opened, and a slender figure dressed in a white robe emerged. The hot desert wind seemed to lift this figure as if it were about to float away. Ye Yu squinted slightly, recalling the person he had just spoken with not long ago.
"Hello, I am Yang Haixiong!" The thin man clearly recognized Ye Yu's appearance and confidently extended his withered hand toward him.
Ye Yu instinctively reached out and shook the man's hand, saying, "Hello, Mr. Yang, I am Ye Yu!" At that moment, Ye Yu felt a bit nervous; he wasn't sure what to do next. Although he had agreed to meet Yang Haixiong, it wasn't truly his intention.
"Indeed, you are young and promising!" Yang Haixiong said as he looked at Ye Yu, his eyes squinting into slits. The deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes revealed a profound weariness that Ye Yu could sense.
Yes, the head of the Thirteenth District appeared extremely fatigued, as if an endless burden weighed heavily upon him.
Ye Yu smiled awkwardly; this was their first meeting, and being young was naturally due to his age. As for being promising, it referred to his successful escape from Wasteland Prison with everyone and the fact that he had killed so many pursuers.
"Let me introduce you to a friend; I believe you are both young people. An old man like me should stick to what old men are supposed to do."
Yang Haixiong smiled slightly, revealing a row of neat teeth. He then stepped aside and looked toward the car door, seemingly waiting for someone inside to come out.
Ye Yu was taken aback. How could there be someone else inside? Although Ye Yu's Mental Power was not as strong as Huang Laowai's, he was more than capable of sensing movements around him. Yet now, he couldn't detect anyone nearby; could there be something special about this flying car?
While Ye Yu was still in thought, Yang Haixiong awkwardly walked over to the side of the car, appearing to wait for the person inside to emerge. However, no one came out.
Instinctively, Ye Yu approached and glanced at Yang Haixiong. Yang Haixiong frowned slightly and, in resignation, opened the car door.
The sunlight streamed into the car as Yang Haixiong moved. A young man was lying in the back seat, appearing to be in his mid-twenties, yet his brow bore a hint of weariness. His hair was somewhat long and looked a bit messy. His eyebrows were neither thick nor sparse, just right. As for his features, they couldn't be described as handsome; rather, at first glance, he gave off a sunny vibe.
A faint snoring sound came from inside the car. Perhaps it was due to Yang Haixiong opening the door that the man stirred slightly, waving a hand dismissively at the air before turning his face away to continue his deep slumber.
“Qin Guan!” Yang Haixiong called out with a hint of helplessness in his voice, though there was no trace of anger.
“Hmm—” The man named Qin Guan let out a long nasal sound, rubbed his face, and went back to sleep, as if he had merely responded absentmindedly.
Ye Yu felt uncertain. As the head of the Thirteenth District, Yang Haixiong might not hold a high position of power, but he was still someone deserving of respect. Yet this man seemed completely indifferent to him.
“Qin Guan, do you still want your reward?” Yang Haixiong feigned anger as he called out, though it was clear he was more teasing than serious.
“Hmph! Old Yang, don’t think our relationship is so good. If I complete this job and you don’t pay me, I’ll just move into your house and eat for free!”
Suddenly, a figure darted out from inside the car. It was as if this person were merely a shadow that had instantly appeared before Yang Haixiong. In fact, it seemed as though he had been standing there all along, moving so quickly that it left people feeling dazed and questioning their own eyes and memories.
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