Chapter 121: The Confession

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"Since I'm already here for a free meal, how could I possibly have the nerve to bother you?" Fang Wenxuan said with a smile.

"Wenxuan, I've told you, whenever you come, it's always on the house. We're good friends, after all," Xue Youjun laughed. "Eat to your heart's content."

"Then I won't stand on ceremony," Fang Wenxuan replied, chuckling.

Lin Hui watched the two of them chatting and laughing, completely ignoring his presence. His expression darkened, but he had to hold back; he didn't want to cause Fang Wenxuan any embarrassment.

"Oh, Officer Lin is here too. Do eat up. Thank you for looking after our Wenxuan at the Criminal Investigation Division!" Xue Youjun said with a smile, as if he had only just noticed him.

Lin Hui offered a cold smile. He had certainly looked after his junior...

However, one incident suddenly altered the situation and influenced Cheng Fei's life thereafter.

"Heh, perhaps. You might meet him yourself someday; when that time comes, you will know," Dai Yi shook her head and sighed.

Seeing her looking so pitiful, Mo Ming raised his large hand, intending to pat Nuanyang’s back to comfort her. But as he looked up, he saw Auntie Xiang’s face pale to a sickly, greenish hue. Her tear-filled eyes gazed at him with infinite sorrow, and her pale lips were pressed tightly together—helpless yet stubborn.

Baldy’s story was quite pathetic. He had gone out intending to beat someone up, but ended up being the one beaten instead. And now that they had tracked him down to his own home, he truly felt he had suffered a massive loss.

In truth, Nuanyang hadn't wanted to say those things earlier. She clearly had feelings for Ji Ping, so why would she use such words to sting him? She had only spoken recklessly because she felt extremely uncomfortable realizing that every move she made was under Ji Ping’s control.

Listening to his impassioned and moving words, Nuanyang couldn't help but steal a glance at Mo Ming—she truly hadn't expected that this man, usually so indecisive in matters of the heart, was genuinely considered a peerless hero in the eyes of the people of Daxing.

"Could you explain yourself? Also, what is your name? You surely don't expect me to call you 'Bifang,' do you? That is a species, not a name," I asked with a sigh.

"You’re quite cunning. But... that makes it all the more necessary to get rid of you!" The knight bit his lip and smiled. Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly struck with lethal intent, raising his sword in his right hand and lunging at the chubby youth with a heart-piercing thrust.

Yang Jun looked Zhang Jun up and down, then bumped his shoulder with his fist. "I knew you couldn't possibly be indifferent! If you wanted to drink and have a heart-to-heart, you should have just said so. Why go through all the trouble of finding a place like this?" Zhang Jun pulled up a stool and sat down. He then expertly ordered some dishes and a hot pot from the owner, and at last, there was a sense of warmth.

"Come, let's have this toast to celebrate your victory in the opening round and your sweep of the weekly tournament," Boss Zhang raised his glass once more. Everyone, being polite, followed suit and downed their drinks in one go.

After clearing the zombies from the street, the abandoned cars left behind became their spoils of war.

This was not only because he had skipped dinner the night before, but also because his body had become stronger and required more food for energy. His internal organs, in particular, had been fortified, allowing his digestion and absorption capabilities to increase several-fold, leaving him famished.

Even the victor was stunned by this scene. He had initially thought this would be his chance to catch the Emperor’s eye, but he hadn't expected such an outcome. He even began to fret nervously, wondering if his performance had been so poor that he had angered His Majesty.

He Zheng naturally knew that some people were bound to notice him, but what of it? They would find out sooner or later anyway, so there was no need to hide or hold back.

Although he longed to go home, there was no use in rushing. Wu Fan, for his part, enjoyed this peaceful, ordinary time with a clear conscience.

Behind him were a large number of followers, though they kept their distance, appearing to be in absolute awe of this young supreme being.

However, they were no match for Wu Fan, a man with a kind face but a malicious heart, who kept fanning the flames from behind the scenes, guiding public opinion and dropping subtle hints.

Yet, Jiutian keenly sensed that something had changed entirely. His perception of Hai Folian’s manipulation had reached an extreme level of detail; every subtle change and minor fluctuation of spiritual energy was infinitely magnified in his awareness, clear and visible.