"He’s a cautious person, not bad," Yang Xiao grew increasingly satisfied with Fu Qingzhu. After all, they were now in the sa boat, and the more cautious Fu Qingzhu was, the safer he felt.
Seeing that everything was almost taken care of, Beibei asked, "Captain, are we leaving now?"
"Leave? Leave what?" Yang Xiao looked at Beibei with surprise, "We’re already here, the private room is all set, it’d be a loss to leave without enjoying ourselves."
The mont they heard about having fun, Xi nxiu perked up instantly, "Exactly, the captain knows what’s up!"
"Tonight is on , don’t be shy!" Yang Xiao declared boldly as he pushed open the door, leading the way back to the private room.
Six people, drinking, playing cards, chatting away, kept at it until late into the night. Yu Shu tried to leave several tis, but Beibei firmly kept him seated; Xi nxiu claid to have a low alcohol tolerance, but after smiling and laughter, he continued chugging down two bottles of beer to everyone’s cheers.
Yang Xiao didn’t drink much; he stuck to Sprite and tea, as the team leader always needed to stay sober, no matter what.
Of course, staying back to have fun tonight was also part of Yang Xiao’s plan; after all, they brought so many people and made quite a commotion, leaving without doing anything would inevitably arouse suspicion.
"I propose a toast to Director Nalan!" Beibei, buoyed by the alcohol, raised his glass and shouted, his tongue already thick.
Yang Xiao couldn’t help but correct him, "What director, I’m the captain."
"Hey, with our captain’s abilities, becoming a director-level official would be a piece of cake!" Beibei, who had drunk quite a bit, could hardly stand without Yu Shu supporting him.
"That’s right, the captain has the bearings of a director-level official!" Da Xiong’s praise for Yang Xiao was as high as ever.
When the timing felt right, everyone left, Yu Shu driving everyone ho one by one.
Lying in bed, Yang Xiao reminisced about his eting with Fu Qingzhu today, eager to know just how much using the Resentful Eye would impact him.
Without realizing it, Yang Xiao found that the Drama Robe, which he had once feared and sought to avoid at all costs, had now beco his greatest reliance, although this reliance was also quite dangerous.
Now including the Drama Robe, he had three Resentful Eye items: the Drama Robe, the Ghost Lantern, and the White-robed Ghost Bodhisattva acquired from the Huirong Building mission.
According to the Flesh Lama, this object was revered as the Little Holy Spirit White-Robed Mother within their sect, and it was also the protective Magic Artifact of the Southeast Branch Holy Mother of the Great Black Buddha Mother Sect, a high-ranking item.
This person was a true Great Heretic Cultivator, and it was said that many experts had fallen trying to eliminate this person in the past, unexpectedly ending up benefiting Yang Xiao.
However, there was one thing Yang Xiao couldn’t figure out, the item was obtained in the Southeast Province, and there was no known foundation for the Qi Family in Rongcheng, so why would they travel all this way with a heretic artifact? Could there be... an untold secret behind this?
As these thoughts flitted through his mind, drowsiness swept over him, and Yang Xiao’s eyelids grew heavier until he finally fell asleep.
The next day was calm, everyone in the office was busy with their tasks, and no one ntioned the events of the previous day, as Yang Xiao had instructed beforehand.
In the afternoon, as usual, Captain Yang Xiao was on duty single-handedly. At 3 pm, he went to see his coach, Zhu Yina, and after training for so ti, his combat skills had improved greatly, often executing so combos that even coach Zhu Yina praised.
After fighting practice, as usual, was shooting training. Yang Xiao’s marksmanship was as sharp as ever. The bald coach felt much more at ease after seeing the target paper; although Yang Xiao had mistakenly killed a teammate, he had also cleared all the bandits, hadn’t he? In any case, he would never go on a mission with Yang Xiao.
In the evening, taking his leave from the bald coach, Yang Xiao took a cold shower and changed into fresh clothes, ready to rest and enjoy so rare leisure ti.
Yang Xiao was prepared, tonight he planned to sort out the previous nightmare missions, then revise and artistically enhance them, which he was sure the readers would love.
He had been busy lately and hadn’t checked the drama club group; he hoped that no one had left the group.
With a nervous heart, Yang Xiao opened the group chat and sent a smiley face.
The next second, over a dozen lurkers popped up: Hahaha, I told you, the author went off to raid a dungeon.
"Tsk tsk, looks like this copy is quite difficult to handle, the author has been at it for half a month," another group mber comnted.
"Ah, right, right, right," Yang Xiao replied, posting a picture in the chat as a follow-up.
After chatting with the brothers in the group for half an hour, Yang Xiao completely relaxed. In fact, amidst all the praise, he even started to believe that the so-called nightmare script wasn’t so bad, and thought he should revisit the place soon to seek so inspiration.
For dinner, he had a spicy self-heating hotpot, Sichuan pepper flavor, so spicy that tears stread from his eyes. It was Ms. Wen who took care of him, having soone specially deliver it.
Just as Yang Xiao was getting ready to pack up and leave, a phone call suddenly ca in; the office landline started ringing.
It was rare for anyone to call this phone, and if they did, it was usually during the day. Theoretically, it was after hours now, and no one would be in the office. Who could it be?
With curiosity, Yang Xiao answered the phone, "Investigation Team, Yang Xiao speaking, who is this?" When the other party did not respond right away, Yang Xiao introduced himself.
A mont later, Yang Xiao sensed that sothing was off. A low, sowhat chilling breath could be heard from the other end, like soone pulling an old accordion, "et at the training center at 9 tonight, bring the ’Resentful Eye’ with you."
The next second, the call was disconnected, and Yang Xiao recognized the voice on the other end, it was that weirdo, Lu Youdao.
"Why would he call ?" Yang Xiao wondered, given that if there were training sessions, it was usually Huang Qiang who notified him.
What truly made Yang Xiao vigilant, however, was the last sentence: Bring the "Resentful Eye."
Why bring the Resentful Eye? Could it be... he’s noticed sothing? Or did Director Nalan tell him sothing?
After much thought, Yang Xiao sent a ssage to Huang Qiang. He didn’t state it directly but asked discreetly whether there had been any changes to his training schedule at the departnt.
Huang Qiang replied promptly, essentially saying that for firearms and combat training, Yang Xiao could arrange it with the two instructors himself, and if there are any class schedules with Mr. Lu, he would inform him.
"So, Mr. Lu hasn’t arranged anything for the near future, right?" Yang Xiao asked.
"Not at the mont, Captain Yang," Huang Qiang replied politely.
After hanging up, Yang Xiao felt even more anxious. There were no training sessions scheduled for him that night, so what did Lu Youdao want with him?
Moreover... He specifically asked to bring the "Resentful Eye."
Could it be the true nature of the Resentful Eye was exposed, and Lu Youdao realized that it once belonged to a heinous Great Heretic Cultivator?
But it didn’t make sense. Even if the Resentful Eye had issues, it should be Director Nalan who approached him.
Regardless of the situation, Yang Xiao decided to keep the appointnt. He suspected it might be a test; not showing up could make him seem guilty.
The appointed ti soon arrived. Yang Xiao grabbed his backpack, thought it over, took his gun, and alone, he took the elevator to the training center.
Just like the last ti, the training center was deserted at night, dimly lit, with an eerie atmosphere akin to a horror movie.
And there was Lu Youdao, standing by the steel door, under the hallway’s old chandelier flickering with a half-dead light, stretching his hunched shadow very long.
"Mr. Lu," Yang Xiao greeted him politely, as always.
Without a word, Lu Youdao stepped aside to let Yang Xiao enter. As Yang Xiao stepped through the door, he casually glanced at the wooden rack that had been there before. Now, the rack had been reassembled, covering the iron sign that read ’Exhibition Room.’
"Bang!"
Yang Xiao jumped as Lu Youdao closed the iron door forcefully behind him and then, under Yang Xiao’s nervous gaze, locked it from the inside.
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