"Duan Yong? Is it really you?"
Following the contact information provided by Yuan Hao, He Tiantian called the manager of that club’s branch.
As soon as the call connected, He Tiantian recognized a sowhat familiar voice.
Her brain had been developed extensively through the system’s Golden Finger and her own persistent training.
mory, logical thinking, and more had all been significantly enhanced.
He Tiantian often traveled through novel worlds, sotis spending centuries in them.
Each ti she returned to the real world, she felt as if she were "in another era" with "fleeting mories."
But as she gradually adapted to this life of "interweaving reality and ti-traveling," she devised her own unique mory techniques.
Her mory thod was sowhat like a mory Palace; she placed her real-world mories and emotions into a special space.
Upon returning to the real world, she would open this small space.
There might still be brief monts of confusion, but once she opened the room nad "Reality," everything she experienced and everyone she t in the real world beca vivid and fresh in her mory!
With such a mory thod, He Tiantian clearly distinguished her own life from the many characters in the novel worlds.
Her mory didn’t get mixed up, and she didn’t forget minor details in reality or people who weren’t close just because of her missions.
For instance, the male voice she now heard on the phone was familiar, yet not an important figure from her mories.
However, with her exceptional mory, He Tiantian located related images of him in her mory Palace—
At the back alley of County First Middle School, a proud Duan Nana, and a burly young man with a playful look in his eyes!
Almost in a flash, He Tiantian connected the voice to the person.
Duan Yong!
Yes, she must have heard correctly, the so-called branch manager on the other end of the phone was Duan Yong, the retired rcenary with whom she once had a minor conflict!
But how did he suddenly beco the manager of an extre sports club?
Wasn’t he running a boxing gym in the provincial city?
Yuan Hao had already explained, stating that although Duan Yong may have engaged in illegal activities abroad, he was quite honest dostically.
Running a boxing gym and participating in underground fights were on the edge of legality, but not overtly crossing the line.
The military had investigated thoroughly; the local police station had also conducted an in-depth investigation and found no definite legal violations by Duan Yong.
Not being a criminal doesn’t an one isn’t bad; after all, the law is the bare minimum of morality.
But without solid evidence, the law couldn’t do much to soone like Duan Yong.
Thus, after the police station’s investigation found no major issues, they detained him for forty-eight hours and then released him.
Of course, while he was released, the authorities kept a close watch on Duan Yong.
Perhaps, Duan Yong intentionally moved to a small county, right to the doorstep of He Tiantian’s ho, to start a club, which could be seen as walking into a trap.
As if saying, "Folks, aren’t you just afraid that I might harm this little lady, He Tiantian?
Let stand right in front of her, completely exposed under your surveillance. Isn’t that open enough, laid-back enough?"
Maybe, through this incident, Duan Yong could even establish a connection with He Tiantian, who was not an easy figure to ss with.
"Student He has good ears!"
While He Tiantian was privately puzzled by Duan Yong’s appearance, Duan Yong was startled by her keen hearing and mory!
They had t only once, barely speaking a few words, no different from strangers t on the street.
And yet, through the phone, He Tiantian instantly recognized his identity.
Duan Yong couldn’t help but feel surprised and admiring.
He even silently marveled: It was no wonder she was highly regarded by the military; such keenness, such mory capacity, even he, a retired rcenary with reconnaissance skills, couldn’t match her.
Duan Yong clutched his phone tighter, uttering flattering words, but his mind was even more resolved.
"About the last incident, it’s all my fault. I was blind and offended you—"
Duan Yong kept a very low profile. Having been a rcenary abroad for several years, he knew all too well that "He who knows the tis is a wise man."
Dignity and self-respect an nothing when compared to living well!
Besides, among these people, it was always the strongest who commands respect.
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