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With a displeased expression, he glared at the Black-Clad Thief. His hair bristled as his gaze met the cold Peach Blossom Eyes, the underlying threat making him feel a chill run down his neck, as if something terrifying was watching him.
He stiffly extended his hand until Yan Yan's calm voice broke the tension.
"I don't need the Special Fishing Rod; a regular fishing rod will suffice."
Just as he was about to take the bamboo fishing rod from the young man with yellow hair, a long, well-proportioned hand halted his movement.
"Your Kill Value is not lower than mine."
The statement was made casually.
His gaze swept over his own thirty-point Kill Value, and Qin Huai continued, "If you want to enter the Auction House on time, you need the Special Fishing Rod."
A single point of Kill Value requires fishing for a while; thirty points means thirty times. The girl's Kill Value was definitely above five points. The Auction House would open twenty Four Seasons after game time, and the washing time with a regular fishing rod would be completely insufficient.
The Special Fishing Rod washes one point in ten minutes; for thirty points, it only takes five hours.
He couldn't believe she would refuse when weighing the pros and cons.
Sure enough, after glancing at her eight-point Kill Value, Yan Yan bit her lip and cast an apologetic glance at the Information Broker. She accepted the golden Special Fishing Rod from Qin Huai and said to the young man with yellow hair, "No need."
"Hmph! If you don't want it, fine. After all, you're the one paying; I won't lose anything."
He turned away to continue handing out fishing rods to the others.
The two who possessed the Special Fishing Rod stood by the river, reeling in fish almost every ten minutes.
"I'll make up for the Potential Potion and Special Fishing Rod exchanged by the traveling merchant," she assured.
"Why are you being so meticulous with me? Tsk—are you only allowing him to be your friend?" She pointed at a certain archer quietly fishing downstream, her eyes filled with discontent. "Am I not allowed to be your friend?"
The tone was cold and biting, the anger seemingly without reason.
"Your loss is too great."
Calmly stating the fact, she had no desire to delve deeper.
The man in black turned his face, his raspy voice brushing against her ear. "What are you avoiding?"
Yan Yan paused, reeling in her fishing line. A plump fish was caught and promptly tossed into the basket.
"I'm not avoiding anything; I'm just fishing for bigger game."
At her words, the Black-Clad Thief's Peach Blossom Eyes lit up. He leaned in closer with a mischievous grin, his low voice resonating like the deep notes of a cello. "That big fish belongs to me."
"Rascal, stay away from me."
Calmly pushing aside the delicate features hidden beneath the Black Veil, she turned her head. The coldness and gloom faded from her eyes, revealing pupils as dark as a crescent moon breaking through layers of mist—clear and unparalleled, openly displaying the most genuine emotions deep down.
To his disappointment, there was none of the longing or rippling waves he had anticipated.
At that moment, he had never so desperately wished for her to continue using calmness as a shield.
Suddenly dropping that protective facade and exposing her true feelings, what he saw instead was stark honesty and sincerity that pierced like winter's ice into his heart—cold and painful. The sharp ache spread throughout his heavy heart, freezing even the smile that had tugged at his lips beneath the Black Veil under this raw truth.
A fleeting flash of disappointment crossed her Peach Blossom Eyes before the carefree demeanor returned to her gaze. Her lazy tone seemed unshaken as she said, "It’s fine; after all, what I have plenty of is time."
After finishing her gaming session and removing her Game Helmet, Yan Yan paused by the bed for a moment, suppressing the chaotic emotions within her. With a decisive movement, she stood up and completed her morning routine.
No wavering, no hesitation; she remained composed and collected.
Just as she finished her workout, a knock echoed against the dilapidated iron door of the basement.
Alertness surged within her.
The image of the hunter from Liuying Street flashed through her mind. She lowered her breathing, gripping the Laser Gun tightly in her palm, pressing it against the wall beside the door, while her left hand hovered over the doorknob.
In an instant, as she yanked the door open, her right index finger pressed down on the trigger of the Laser Gun!
“Wait! It’s me—”
At that critical moment, Qin Huai shouted urgently.
Her finger relaxed on the trigger, and the concentrated light vanished in an instant. With a cold expression, she scolded, “Are you trying to get yourself killed?!”
“Miss, don’t be so quick to act without leaving room for negotiation! What if it’s someone familiar?”
After the false alarm, he returned to his usual nonchalant demeanor and stepped into the cramped basement with his long legs.
The damp, moldy air filled the space, causing him to furrow his slender brows.
When he had first woken up from unconsciousness, the cold and damp sensation beneath him had diminished his gratitude towards his savior. Was this how one treated a dying patient?
But when he saw the familiar pale waxy yellow profile of the person lying there, he struggled hard to suppress the urge to crush the girl who lay drowsily on the bed.
The disgusting smell of slime had lingered in his mouth since that incident. He was determined to take revenge; only then would his brain automatically erase this annoying memory!
Before him lay a perfect opportunity for vengeance.
He slowly approached the narrow bed. Half of her face was exposed—her cheeks were sunken and waxy yellow, devoid of color, with skin hanging loosely over her bones. She looked fragile, as if she would shatter at a mere touch, completely different from how she appeared after the game system's automatic adjustments.
In the midst of drowsiness, her brows furrowed deeply, forming a weary arc.
Seeing the girl’s defenseless sleeping face, he was astonished that such a frail body could possess the strength to drag him back. A mix of shock, contradiction, gratitude, and anger swirled in his heart, tangled and impossible to untangle.
The damp, poor-quality air heightened his agitation; staying even a minute longer felt like torment. He hurriedly left the room, completely unaware of the missing communicator on his wrist.
It wasn't until he returned to the E Zone Base that he realized he had lost an important device.
Images of the pale, gaunt figure flashed through his mind. After some investigation, when the girl’s heavy past lay bare before him, he seemed to understand in that moment where her bloodthirsty gaze—filled with defiance amidst despair—had originated during their initial encounter over the Golden Treasure Chest.
Unexpectedly—
Aside from their connection at Zero Point, she was also the one who had startled him when she fell from the Secret Passageway, catching him off guard.
At that time, his first thought was to capture her, to explore her, to break down the defiance and persistence reflected in her eyes. Later, as he hurriedly left the basement without taking any action, he found himself torn between feeling grateful for her timely rescue and being angry at her reckless act of consuming Slime Monster goo. He was also irritated by how her fall in the dark passage had compounded his injuries.
“What do you want?”
A cold voice interrupted his thoughts from behind.
Qin Huai squinted his radiant Peach Blossom Eyes and smiled mischievously. “I’m here to take you to Area A~”
His sultry tone dripped with swagger; even in its casualness, it left no doubt about the sincerity behind his words.
This Rascal truly had a way to take her to Area A.
Silence enveloped them for a moment.
Since logging off until now, she had wrestled with countless excuses. Regarding Strict Language, she didn’t know how to explain the current situation. Coming out would only burden him further; staying hidden would leave those anxiously waiting in the research facility unsettled.
At a moment of dilemma, Rascal appeared before her, bringing with him the opportunity to resolve the predicament.
"Don't you want to end Ji Yang's life with your own hands?"
He added fuel to the fire.
The girl's eyes suddenly lifted, dark and bright, filled with a cold, frenzied light that mirrored the people from his organization. The doubts that had been swirling in her mind resurfaced once again.
As she touched the dark circles under her eyes, he chose silence, refraining from asking further questions.
"Really?"
A hint of desperate longing flickered in her bloodthirsty gaze. The girl was so excited that her body trembled slightly, and her tightly clenched fists left crescent-shaped marks on her palms.
This was something she had planned countless times in both this life and her past.
When it came to Ji Yang's death, she could come up with hundreds of ways without hesitation.
Resentment and hatred would inevitably become her inner demons.
To her, Ji Yang was the burden she could never shake off, pressing heavily on her heart.
Only by ending his life herself could she perhaps find some relief, lightening the heavy stone that weighed down on her chest.
"Really."
The faintly fragile tone in her voice left him no room for refusal.
Suppressing his usual bravado, he spoke with complete seriousness.
"Follow me to Area A."
The words spoken again earned a firm nod from the girl.
"Okay."
The double entendre carried a deeper meaning, but the girl, completely focused on the matter of Area A, failed to grasp the man's intent.
Let us light a candle for this man.
Area A.
They passed through layers of defenses.
Unbelievable.
She had actually arrived at the S Institute.
Ayu was inside.
Less than a kilometer away from her.
The trembling emotions were nearly impossible to contain, overwhelming her heart.
At that moment, reason seemed to drift away.
It felt as if they had been apart for several seasons.
If it weren't for the person beside her holding her down firmly, she would have already exposed herself to the Patrol Team's eyes.
"Wait a moment, I'll contact someone."
He curled the corners of his lips, thinking to himself: an old acquaintance is about to appear.
Meanwhile, over here.
Receiving a certain anonymous hidden signal, the White-Clad Professor, who was checking data, pushed up his analytical glasses on the bridge of his nose, rubbed his aching forehead, and controlled the throbbing in his temples as he stood up and walked out of his office.
Just as he pushed open the door, a figure resembling his Beauty appeared at the entrance.
"Brother, off work? Just in time," a meaningful smile played on his lips, and in his strikingly handsome eyes, there was a glimmer of glee. "Just in time, Mother asked me to pick you up and take you home. There’s a surprise waiting for you."
Whether it was a surprise or a shock, Ji Lin's gaze swept over to the slender figure behind another transparent glass door, thinking that it seemed more likely to be a shock this time—
"Ji Bai Brother!"
The sharp voice coming from afar caused the meaningful smile on his lips to freeze. Damn it, the shock at home actually followed him here?
Three women in one act; it seemed like a good show was about to unfold.
Ji Bai noticed the glee in his brother's eyes and recalled a certain message from their communication. A bold face flashed through his mind, and considering another possibility, he cast a knowing glance at his foolish younger brother. A rare hint of sympathy appeared on his usually stern face. (To be continued.)
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