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"I have to tell you, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't take this job no matter what. This time is even more outrageous than last time. You seriously expect me to believe that you're going to resist the Corpse Tide?" Deng Sanqi glanced left and right at the pile of weapons in front of him, exasperatedly saying this to Ye Wumeng.
"Cough, cough. Well, I have a bit of a lack of security. The doctor said I might be suffering from a fear of insufficient firepower, and I need a lot of weapons for therapy," Ye Wumeng replied.
Hearing this excuse, Deng Sanqi could only helplessly rub his forehead and pointed at the massive pile of weapons with confusion. "So how are you going to transport all these weapons back? Do you need my help?"
Upon hearing this question, Ye Wumeng smiled mysteriously and directly reached out, causing all the weapons to vanish into thin air as they were stored in his warehouse.
Deng Sanqi's eyes nearly popped out in disbelief. "What just happened? How did all that stuff disappear?"
"What did you do?" he asked incredulously.
"It should be an ability gained after a genetic breakthrough. Look at Xu Duan; he has superpowers now too," Ye Wumeng waved his hand dismissively, brushing off the question with a vague explanation about genetic breakthroughs.
"Whatever you say," Deng Sanqi reluctantly accepted this explanation and pointed toward the commercial street behind him. "It seems like the Vice Commander wants to celebrate with you. The biggest restaurant's private room is waiting for your teammates."
"Celebrate?" Ye Wumeng paused slightly.
After all, he had rushed here immediately after taking down Fei Wen to collect weapons. Without them, he felt uneasy anywhere and had no time to pay attention to what happened afterward.
"Alright then, I'll head over first. I'll find you for a drink when I have some free time," Ye Wumeng said. Since there was a celebration, he had no reason to refuse. He waved goodbye to Deng Sanqi and made his way toward the commercial area.
Though it was called a commercial area, it was more like a commercial street. Its length was unremarkable, only a few meters long, and according to Ye Wumeng's memory, its width could barely accommodate three or four cars side by side.
The road was paved with solid concrete; despite years of wear from foot traffic, it remained sturdy and unpretentious.
On either side of the street stood buildings of various styles—mostly small brick-and-mortar structures with some character. The paint on their walls showed signs of weathering from wind and sun but bore witness to the bustling past and changes over time.
The ground floors of these buildings housed tightly packed shops of varying sizes, each with its own unique sign—some traditional hand-painted signs exuding nostalgia while others were simple plastic light boxes flickering with the modern glow of commerce.
Compared to before, this place could be considered ordinary, even somewhat shabby.
The distance to the restaurant was not far, and Ye Wumeng arrived in less than a minute. He looked up, his face devoid of any expression. It was simply too ordinary.
The exterior was plain, lacking any extravagant decorations. The signboard was a slightly worn wooden plaque, with the name of the establishment faded over time, yet it exuded a sense of stability and elegance that came from having weathered many storms. Below the sign were two heavy glass doors adorned with a few faded couplets, the content of which left Ye Wumeng puzzled; they seemed to be a type of couplet from this realm.
On either side of the door hung several bright red lanterns. During the day, they hung quietly, but once night fell, they would emit a soft glow, adding warmth and friendliness to this ordinary restaurant.
Seeing this, Ye Wumeng stepped forward and pushed open the glass doors to enter. The first thing that caught his eye was a not-so-spacious hall. The floor was covered with simple tiles that, though somewhat worn, were spotless and gleaming.
Hanging from the ceiling were several strange chandeliers resembling Undead figures, casting a dim yellow light over the tables and chairs, creating a rustic and cozy atmosphere. The hall was furnished with about twenty wooden tables and chairs; their design was simple and somewhat old-fashioned, yet sturdy and durable.
Each table was set with a clean set of utensils, a small toothpick holder, and a bottle of dipping sauce. To be honest, Ye Wumeng was quite curious about the specific taste of this sauce.
"Hello, may I ask your name? Do you have a reservation?" A middle-aged man at the front desk looked at Ye Wumeng and asked with a smile.
"I'm Ye Youcai. I should have a reservation."
"Please wait a moment." The owner extended his hand, and a Mechanical Glove projected a Blue Light Screen displaying the details of Ye Wumeng's reserved room.
"Top floor private room. Enjoy your meal."
Ye Wumeng nodded at him with a smile before turning to head upstairs. His steps were quick, and soon he arrived at the designated private room. Although it was called a "floor," it was essentially just one room; this entire level contained only this one room.
Ye Wumeng pushed open the door and was immediately greeted by an enticing aroma of dishes. Then he spotted several familiar figures: Taozi, Lei Huo, Wen Xi, and Xu Duan? What was he doing here?
"Hey, you made it!"
Xu Duan leaned back in his chair, smiling as he greeted Ye Wumeng.
Ye Wumeng nodded and took a seat next to the empty spot beside Xu Duan.
"Yay! Since Wumeng is here, let’s dig in!" Taozi exclaimed excitedly.
Xu Duan nodded, signaling that it was time to start eating.
Seeing Xu Duan's nod, everyone eagerly began to eat, and Ye Wumeng picked up his bowl, scooping some vegetables into his mouth.
"Mm, it's okay," he thought. However, considering the current state of their world, this meal could be considered a delicacy.
“How does it feel to go on your first mission?” Xu Duan leaned closer with his bowl and quietly asked Ye Wumeng.
“Not very good,” Ye Wumeng replied honestly. After all, this mission had nearly cost him his life, and the details of the task could be seen as a significant failure on the part of the Bonfire Group.
“Yeah, I figured as much. I know you wouldn’t hide anything from me. By the way, there’s something else... this meat is delicious,” Xu Duan said while eating, causing Ye Wumeng’s eye to twitch.
What does it mean to stop mid-sentence like that? What is it? Ye Wumeng had no choice but to ask Xu Duan.
Seeing Ye Wumeng's inquiry, Xu Duan set down his utensils, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then spoke seriously.
Ye Wumeng listened attentively.
At this moment, the others who were happily eating turned their attention to Xu Duan. Taozi seemed to think of something and looked at Ye Wumeng with eager anticipation.
“Ah...” Ye Wumeng felt a bit confused but still performed a military salute for the Bonfire Group, his expression solemn.
“Starting today, you will serve as the captain of the Elite Squad. This is an ideal mission!”
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