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Hearing Fang Fei mention that their boss had discovered a horse ranch, Ming Junwei and Song Yao's expressions changed simultaneously. What a coincidence! Song Jiu was just planning to take action regarding the horses, and now the other side had already made the first move. If they happened to cross paths, any disputes over the horses would surely lead to trouble. Not to mention what kind of person the opposing boss was, could Song Jiu really just step aside? The incident with Dream Fan's death had already shaken him considerably, and with emotions running high, a conflict seemed inevitable.
"Go after him," Ming Junwei said, his brow furrowing as he turned to give the order.
"I'll go," Ying Dou Dou replied, quick-witted and already considering this issue. After briefly informing Fang Fei, she hurriedly pulled Dapeng along and dashed in the direction Song Jiu had gone.
Before they had run far down the slope, a sudden sound of galloping hooves echoed through the lush forest, growing louder and faster as it approached.
The group stopped talking and looked over. A bold male voice called out from a distance, urging his horse forward with commanding shouts. The rider barreled through the underbrush, and with a loud neigh, a tall steed leaped into view. Its hooves gathered beneath it before it gracefully landed on the mountain path. The rider pulled on the reins sharply, raising the horse's front legs high, shaking its mane like a brush, landing steadily with an impressive demeanor that radiated strength and valor.
Ming Junwei and his companions were momentarily stunned; such a flashy entrance was truly rare. Not only was riding on the mountain path challenging, but that final leap was particularly showy. What if someone here accidentally provoked a confrontation? What if the horse's hooves landed slightly off?
The rider clearly had no such concerns; perhaps this dazzling entrance was exactly what he aimed for. The steed pranced in place as the Rider, resembling an ancient warrior, held one hand tightly on the reins while reaching behind him with the other. With a metallic clang, he drew a long sword from its sheath, pointing it defiantly at the ground as he boldly declared, "Who seeks me?"
The once-bustling cave entrance fell into sudden silence; not a sound could be heard—so quiet one could hear a pin drop.
The Militia Ghosts were genuinely taken aback by this display of bravado. As for Fang Fei and her group, they seemed accustomed to this person's antics; each exchanged glances filled with resignation but remained silent. Ming Junwei and Song Yao were left dumbfounded.
Luci, busy inside the cave, rushed out upon hearing the commotion. Rolling up her sleeves and pushing through the crowd, she exclaimed in confusion, "What an eyesore! Who's trying to show off so grandly? Yao Yao, that guy—" Luci's words abruptly cut off as her expression shifted from impatience to shock in an instant; her face changed so quickly it would put any Sichuan opera master to shame.
Ming Junwei and Song Yao shared similar expressions but lacked Luci's sudden scream. They too wanted to shout but couldn't find their voices in time; their emotions shifted so rapidly that instinctively they suppressed their boiling feelings in their throats, leaving only wide-eyed astonishment.
Wu Wentao remained unfazed by the spectacle. While it was indeed cool to make such an entrance, he thought it served little purpose. If anyone else dared to barge in like that without reason, they would have been shot to pieces by now. Glancing at Ming Junwei and his companions' reactions, Wu Wentao felt something shift; it seemed this situation was about to take another turn. Clearly, Ming Junwei and his group recognized this person—either they were enemies or had some history together.
"So how did that saying go?" Ming Junwei snapped back to reality, his expression turning oddly ambiguous—a smile that was neither here nor there.
"Ah, fate brings us together from a thousand miles away," Song Yao said, momentarily stunned before bursting into laughter.
The two of them were whispering to each other, while Fang Fei looked on in confusion. Just moments ago, she had been anxiously urging them on, and now the situation had completely changed.
Rider continued to circle around with his horse, trying to maintain an air of composure while struggling to control the steed beneath him. He hadn’t yet taken the time to observe the group ahead. Following closely behind were seven or eight young men who returned to the team as if they were home, laughing and greeting Fang Fei. With the main characters already present, Ying Dou Dou and the others felt no need to search further, so they retreated with a mix of curiosity, watching how Ming Junwei and his companions would handle the situation.
After three years apart, who could have imagined such a surprising reunion in this remote wilderness? There was excitement, but also anxiety; a myriad of emotions intertwined, leaving them at a loss for words.
After a moment of silence, Song Yao gently broke the awkwardness with a smile: "Xiao Jin, it's good to see you well."
"Hah!" The rider was still focused on tending to his horse when he heard her voice. He turned his head in surprise, squinting as he looked over, instantly repeating the astonished expressions of Ming Junwei and the others.
Fang Fei and Wu Wentao exchanged glances filled with a sense of helplessness; it seemed they had become mere spectators.
"Yao Yao!" The rider exclaimed in shock, nearly shouting her name. Before he could finish speaking, another strange cry escaped him. His handsome face flushed with color—red one moment and pale the next—as his mouth fell open in disbelief. He slapped his thigh and jumped off the spinning horse, staring blankly for a moment before dropping the sword he had been holding.
"Ming Ge! Qixi!"
"Ah ah ah ah!"
The long-lost Young Swordsman’s eyes burned with joy and shock as he grabbed at his hair, seemingly afraid he was dreaming. After a brief pause, he dashed toward them and leaped into Ming Junwei's arms like an octopus, nearly causing Cyclops to stumble.
Ying Dou Dou and the others watched with expressions of disbelief; it was almost too embarrassing to look at their leader. Only Fang Fei showed a look of realization as she glanced at Ming Junwei and the others, a faint smile playing at her lips.
The joy of their reunion finally erupted in that moment. Song Yao and Luci snapped back to reality before they could approach when Jin Bo opened his arms wide and unceremoniously pulled both warm figures into an embrace. The four distinguished individuals shared a hearty laugh right there in front of everyone.
"I fucking miss you all so much," the Young Swordsman said, his face flushed and tears welling in the corners of his eyes.
Ming Junwei was equally unable to contain his joy, wrapping his arms around several people, shaking his head in disbelief. Life, oh life, Ming Daxia couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions.
"You've really become something else," Song Yao and Luci cried tears of joy, embracing each other and spinning around without a care, laughing and teasing one another.
Jin Bo let out a few loud shouts, looking around excitedly. "I thought I’d never see you guys again—Ginger River? Xiao Wei?"
The warm atmosphere of their reunion suddenly dimmed for a moment as everyone’s expressions froze. They glanced at Song Yao, who appeared completely unfazed, smiling gently as she nudged the noticeably taller Young Swordsman. "They're all at home. I'll take you back to see them; everyone misses you."
"Oh my God, oh my God, I can't take it anymore." Jin Bo didn’t notice the strange looks exchanged among the group. As oblivious as ever, he paced around, muttering, "Give me a knife; I need to let off some steam."
"Xiao Jin, why don’t you introduce us?" Fang Fei, acting as the capable assistant, felt it was time to step in; otherwise, it would be embarrassing with so many people gathered just to watch the spectacle.
Jin Bo managed to regain some composure from his earlier ecstasy, but the wild grin on his face seemed frozen in place, almost creating wrinkles.
"Let me introduce you!" Jin Bo exclaimed joyfully, waving his hand toward the others. "See these? These are my brothers and sisters who have shared life and death with me. Call him Ming Ge!"
To everyone's surprise, Ming Junwei and the others thought Jin Bo was just joking in his excitement. However, as soon as Jin Bo finished speaking, the group of men and women with painted faces bowed deeply and shouted in unison, "Hello, Ming Ge!"
This time it was Ming Junwei and the others who were left speechless.
"Come on in; let’s talk," Jin Bo said as he sheathed his long knife with a flick of his foot. He had completely forgotten his original plan and nearly dragged Ming Junwei and the others into the cave while shouting back over his shoulder, "Hey! Where's the wine? I’m in the mood for a drink!"
Watching the crowd rush into the warehouse, Jiao Ziqian sighed heavily while sitting alone outside, feeling ignored. "Tsk tsk, truly well-connected."
The atmosphere inside the warehouse had transformed entirely; even the dullest person could tell that a fight was definitely not going to happen here. If anything, they might end up commandeering Red Mother’s banquet cave today.
"Come on, tell me how you all have been these years and why you didn't come looking for me," Jin Bo said as he took off his coat, revealing his toned arms. His subordinates scrounged together a few water bottles, which, as expected, were filled with half a bottle of fragrant wine.
"Where were we supposed to find you? Didn't you leave with the others on the ship?" The graduate student, who had missed the reunion, was still filled with excitement. He had spent quite some time with Jiuquan and Jin Bo, forming a genuine bond through hardship.
"Ah, don't remind me," Jin Bo recalled their parting and clicked his tongue, lamenting, "Everything went to hell after that. Dongdong and Wheat Girl left on the ship first. I didn't wait for Yao Yao and Ginger River; the ship got blown up by those bastards from RCA. I almost died at sea."
As old memories resurfaced, Wu Wentao, sitting on the periphery, looked somewhat awkward. He shook his head with a wry smile, finally resolving his lingering questions about Sea Chart.
Ming Junwei and the others exchanged amused glances at the silent Wu Wentao. After some thought, they decided it was best to avoid any barriers since they were allies now. They pulled him into the center of the conversation and introduced him to Jin Bo, saying, "Guess who this is."
"Hah," Jin Bo raised an eyebrow. He had seen Wu Wentao before but hadn't paid much attention due to their unfamiliarity.
Wu Wentao felt a bit helpless and had to take the initiative: "I was the one who blew up the ship."
Jin Bo's expression froze as he stared at them in disbelief, asking, "What’s going on? You all joined RCA?"
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