Many of them were unique copies, and no one knew when they had been scanned.
All poured into Ji Jue's smartphone.
Converted to text, they must be worth several million, but sadly, they're not mindless pulp fiction. Every word agonizes the brain with professional literature.
In the end, ca the notification from Professor Ye.
"After reading, write your thoughts and co back for a check."
Ji Jue felt darkness before his eyes.
A fine alchemy course, now corresponding by mail, right?
Not even allowing soone to catch their breath to take leave...
But this is how Professor Ye always assigned howork: get it done or get out, with no possibility of a half-done passing grade and no room for negotiation.
He could only accept it with tears.
Acting as a bodyguard and still having to study—wasn't this bodyguard life a bit too enriching?
He sighed, turned off the phone, and stopped looking.
He gazed out the window at the ocean bay.
Following Ji Jue's advice, Chen Yubo had given up the best master bedroom in the entire villa to Ji Jue and had moved into the nanny's room himself.
Though it seed sowhat advantageous, at least there was no worry about a ship looming from the sea and a high-powered sniper taking Chen Yubo's life in one shot.
Ji Jue watched the bay outside the floor-to-ceiling window and beyond it, the brightly lit Yazhou City, with its myriad neon lights flickering, invisible the deadly struggles and irreconcilable blood feuds.
Between the blinking neon lights, it seed as though a fiery explosion rose and then rapidly disappeared as if fireworks.
Darkness buried everything equally, with only the sound of the tides echoing through the silence.
"Quite lively, isn't it?"
Ji Jue murmured softly, but no one responded.
In the corner, on the sofa, Xiao An slept soundly with closed eyes.
Yet in this lengthy silence, Ji Jue felt an inexplicable clarity and understanding.
If it had been in the past, he would have been utterly perplexed, unable to understand—everyone had more than enough money to last a lifeti, beauty at their beck and call, everything that the once poor Ji Jue could only dream of having, yet still not knowing satisfaction.
Even risking their lives to partake in this no-retreat gamble of life and death?
In this vortex stirred up by the Desert Market, so people like Chen Yubo never had a choice, helplessly thrown into the storm.
Yet others willingly jumped into the pit, even if it ant sinking deeper.
Like Ji Jue himself.
Even though he was no longer destitute and could live well, he now had new ambitions and desires—to beco a craftsman, to own his own workshop, to make a difference.
Even, to do as he pleased.
Just like now, wanting to ddle in troubles that weren't originally his.
The sa overestimating oneself, the sa ignorance of death—was anyone really nobler than another?
The underlings wishing to make a mark, the poor dreaming of soaring high, the bosses longing to climb further, even a dominant leader, when looking up, covets the noble position above the crowd... Even the loftiest may clash and struggle with one another for their goals.
The chaotic wilderness of the White Deer exists in everyone's heart; once all lofty excuses and disguises are stripped away, what's revealed are bare ambitions and desires needing no concealnt.
It's not the White Deer that caused all this, but rely the beasts of the wilderness chasing after the traces left by the White Deer, and yet does the White Deer take pleasure in the bloodshed offered to it from above?
Superior knows nothing, Superior recognizes nothing.
From beginning to end, Superior witnesses everything.
For a mont, between the reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows and the halo of lights and neon, he seed to catch a glimpse of a blurred outline once more.
The blood-stained White Deer in the wilderness indifferently looked back, casting a glance this way.
As if examining the newcor to this blood feast.
But soon, as if disappointed, it averted its gaze and disappeared. Behind the White Deer, it seed sothing Invisible was rising, but Ji Jue couldn't make it out clearly.
It all dissipated into the hazy scenes gradually rising in his mind before sleep.
Ji Jue fell into a deep sleep.
Only Xiao An on the sofa silently leapt up, turned to look at Ji Jue fighting off the bad sleeping posture on the bed, full of doubt and curiosity.
That fleeting essence of the wilderness...
Was it a superior induction?
Yet even more baffling.
Why did it co in haste?
And why leave just as quickly?
The next day, in the morning, Ji Jue didn't get up until seven o'clock.
If it were according to the workshop's schedule, he'd be in the warehouse by now, rushing to use the Dissociation Technique to clear a bout of energy before breakfast.
But now, he leisurely washed up, brushed his teeth, yawned his way into making breakfast for himself and Xiao An, and while eating at the table, absentmindedly scrolled through his phone.
Ignoring the resentful gaze of the sleep-deprived Chen Yubo, there was a beauty in neglecting the boss's fate.
That's how free services are; the boss can just wait to die. But as a bodyguard, Ji Jue had much more to consider.
Thank heavens, it was a peaceful night.
No werewolves suddenly transford and devoured young master Chen in the villa.
Most people hadn't yet received the news, or hadn't had ti to confirm young master Chen's location and condition; caught in observation and consideration, the night's killing and strife had passed this way.
Ji Jue had just opened the chatting app when he saw Ye Chun had forwarded a collection of chat histories; after opening it was a pile of videos and photos uploaded by various local netizens.
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