"It's not too late to co look at the stars, is it?"
Jiang Xinghai walked over with a slight smile. "Ladies, would you care to join on the summit to gaze at the moon and stars?"
"Don't go!" Mi Hong was the first to shake her head, a flicker of worry in her eyes.
Ye Zhiqiu nodded. "That's right. The summit was just the scene of a major battle. It's best not to go near. Let take you back."
"I've co all this way, so how could I not go? You two head back first. I'm going to take a look." Jiang Xinghai didn't reveal that he was the Little Chef.
"Divine Doctor Jiang, you stop right there!"
Suddenly, a flustered Mi Hong jumped out of the car and grabbed Jiang Xinghai's arm. "You're just a scholar, not a fighter. If you go up there, you'll definitely get caught up in sothing. Get in the car, now."
"Sister Hong, am I really a frail scholar?" Jiang Xinghai asked, his words carrying a double aning.
"Of course you..." Mi Hong's words caught in her throat, her expression freezing.
She suddenly rembered what Jiang Xinghai had displayed that afternoon. 'How was that the behavior of a frail scholar?'
'He was clearly incredibly formidable!'
"Sister Hong, you two head back. I can protect myself." Jiang Xinghai pushed Mi Hong toward the car door, his hand lingering for a mont to cop a feel.
"You little rascal, keep your hands to yourself!" Mi Hong's face instantly flushed with a mixture of sha and anger. 'Ye Zhiqiu is still in the car!'
Ye Zhiqiu turned the car around. "Forget it, Sister Hong. The battle is over. We'll go with him."
Initially, she and Mi Hong had been the first to leave the scene the mont Wanyan Xiong died, but they hadn't left the area right away.
As mbers of the "dark web," the two of them had instead hidden in the shadows to observe the battle between the two nonagenarians, Wanyan Honglie and Du Jingsong.
Afterward, the two had returned and run into Jiang Xinghai.
A short while later, the three of them reached the summit.
The fighting platform was still there, but it had long been stained crimson with blood.
On the platform lay two corpses.
One was Wanyan Xiong, his chest pierced through by a dagger.
The other was Wanyan Xiong's father, Wanyan Honglie.
Below the platform, amidst a chaotic ss of folding stools, a few people were busy cleaning up the scene.
"See what I an?"
Ye Zhiqiu led the way, walking around the platform with Jiang Xinghai and Mi Hong. "This is why we didn't want you to co alone. We were worried you couldn't handle it."
"Actually, I watched the live stream. That Little Chef was incredible. If I were lucky enough to befriend him, I could die happy," Jiang Xinghai said, shalessly praising himself.
"Is that so."
Ye Zhiqiu looked at Jiang Xinghai, the scene still fresh in her mind. "Yes, that Little Chef was indeed remarkable."
"With your status, Divine Doctor Jiang, it should be easy enough for you to befriend the Little Chef, wouldn't it?" Mi Hong asked, gazing quietly at Jiang Xinghai.
"Don't tell you're developing a crush, Sister Hong?" Jiang Xinghai chuckled as he walked over to the pale jade railing and gazed up at the starry sky.
Mi Hong gritted her teeth and pressed her lips together.
Suddenly, as she looked at Jiang Xinghai's trousers and flat-soled shoes, a flicker of realization crossed her face.
Ye Zhiqiu had the sa look in her eyes. She couldn't help but blurt out, "Divine Doctor Jiang, those trousers and shoes of yours..."
"Oh, these are just cheap things from a street stall. Don't tell I'm wearing the sa outfit as the Little Chef?" Jiang Xinghai said, quietly lighting a cigarette.
"That's right. I can't believe you'd just throw on so cheap clothes and end up matching the Little Chef. I'm starting to suspect you two are as close as brothers," Ye Zhiqiu said, slowly approaching to study Jiang Xinghai's face.
Mi Hong did the sa, her gaze intent as if trying to see right through him.
"You're right. The Little Chef and I are blood brothers," Jiang Xinghai explained openly.
"Blood brothers!"
Ye Zhiqiu and Mi Hong exclaid in unison, standing frozen to the spot.
"I teach him dicine, he teaches Martial Arts. We share everything."
Jiang Xinghai slowly turned to face them. "So, if you two want to get to know him, you'll have to get on my good side first, won't you?"
"This..." Ye Zhiqiu narrowed her eyes, clearly unconvinced.
"Divine Doctor Jiang, you think we'll believe you and the Little Chef are blood brothers just because you say so?" Mi Hong, for her part, wasn't buying it either.
Jiang Xinghai suddenly produced the Dark Moon Dagger. "You two should recognize this, right?"
"That's..."
"That's Wanyan Xiong's weapon! He tried to kill the Little Chef with it!"
Of course, the dagger had left a deep impression on both won.
"After he killed Wanyan Xiong, he gave it to as a nto. That's all," Jiang Xinghai lied, making the story sound perfectly plausible.
This ti, Ye Zhiqiu and Mi Hong were convinced.
"He asked to investigate the dagger's origin, but unfortunately, I only know dicine..."
"I'll help you," Ye Zhiqiu said, reaching out to take the dagger.
"Can you get an answer by tomorrow night?" Jiang Xinghai's expression turned serious.
'He couldn't pin all his hopes on Chuchu, the woman who wanted him dead.'
'If he wasn't mistaken, the dagger's origin was very likely connected to Mr. Long of the Black Cloak, the man who had plotted his parents' murder all those years ago!'
"I'll do my best."
Ye Zhiqiu nodded. "When I have your answer, I expect you to introduce to the Little Chef. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"
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