As for how those few guys lived happily in their zombie-free hometown for a while afterward, Luo Xiaole had no way of knowing.
All she knew was that her "romantic night" with Mo Chen had been ruined by these nuisances…
She also knew just how terrifying her physical strength had become now…
…
"Young Master, it's time to wake up." The butler's gentle voice drifted through Mo Chen's door from last night.
"Am I dreaming?" Luo Xiaole rubbed her messy hair. Had she just heard the words "Young Master"?
Could she have sleepwalked into Qin Mingyang's room!
She startled violently, doing a鲤鱼打挺 (carp flip) to sit up. Looking around, her teammates were still beside her…
And Mo Chen's sculpted features, so breathtakingly handsome even while he slept…
Luo Xiaole suddenly felt full in a certain sense.
Very well, no need for breakfast today.
"Young Master, I've prepared several sets of clothes for you. Do they fit?" Seeing no response, the butler knocked a few more times and elegantly pushed the door open…
Looking up, he saw the room filled with people lying about haphazardly…
What… what was going on?
Then he saw Luo Xiaole, her hair a mess, a foolish smile on her face, propped up by the bed and gazing at his Young Master sleeping on the other side…
Was this acceptable!
Had his Young Master been defiled? Was no one going to do anything!
"You… please get off the bed!" He suppressed his anger, staring at Luo Xiaole with ill intent.
To his surprise, Luo Xiaole completely ignored him.
It was Mo Chen, who had just woken up, that, upon hearing such a statement, swept his gentle gaze from Luo Xiaole towards the butler with an uncharacteristic sternness!
It was as if ten layers of ice had sealed his expression…
The threat was palpable.
The butler shivered but immediately felt a surge of relief.
He secretly thought, "As expected, a father's son is remarkable. The Young Master and the Patriarch are carved from the same mold."
Seeing the butler smile with satisfaction even as Mo Chen glared at him, Luo Xiaole got goosebumps.
"Mo Chen, this butler, isn't he a… masochist?" Her eyes were filled with suspicion.
Mo Chen turned to her again with a gentle gaze, even reaching out to softly smooth the stray hair on her head.
"Mm, I think so too."
Butler: "…"
Young Master, you can't do this to me!
"I'll leave the clothes here then. Young Master, please change and come to the dining room to have breakfast with the Patriarch later, alright?" The butler's adaptability to his new master was astonishingly quick.
Mo Chen ignored him.
He wasn't some young master, and the words weren't directed at him. He couldn't be bothered to care who they were for; all he wanted to know was where Luo Xiaole wanted to go next.
For a moment, the air was filled with silence…
"This butler, you've been saying 'Young Master' repeatedly, who were you addressing?" Luo Shu asked, utterly bewildered.
"Ah! Were you calling me! I knew I had an extraordinary aura, and must have a very special background. Will I now reach the pinnacle of my life!" Zhou Xiaojun was fully embracing his theatrical side.
The butler's face darkened. "Young Master Mo Chen, I hope you will come to the dining room for the banquet later."
With that, he bowed elegantly to Mo Chen and closed the door, leaving.
Everyone's gaze turned towards Mo Chen in astonishment…
That old butler wouldn't joke about something like this.
Luo Xiaole was struck as if by lightning. "So last night… the unlucky fellow who was about to have such a demonic father was Mo Chen?"
Mo Chen was silent for a long moment. "I'm not going."
He appeared as if Qin family's machinations had nothing to do with him…
"Xiao Chen." A deep male voice, yet it seemed to penetrate the entire room, reached Mo Chen's ears with a deafening roar.
At the same time, Luo Xiaole saw a wisp of green mist drift into the room, much like the protective shields she'd seen at the military base in Cheng Miao, possessing a strange otherworldly aura.
The others only had time to see Mo Chen and Luo Xiaole freeze in unison.
The next moment, Mo Chen shot out like a madman.
Then Luo Xiaole also pushed off with her legs, following Mo Chen. The two of them, like afterimages, vanished through the doorway…
"Can someone tell me…" Luo Shu's eyes widened to their largest, "Did Xiao Le's meridians get unblocked overnight? Why is she so incredibly fast!"
…
Luo Xiaole worried Mo Chen might have fallen under some illusion and kept close behind him, never leaving his side.
But Mo Chen's mind was entirely occupied by the deep male voice he had just heard.
"Xiao Chen, I'm waiting for you in the dining room."
That voice… he would never forget it, even if he were ground to dust…
It was his master, who had been missing for many years!
His peculiar skills were all thanks to this master.
"He guided me through the most difficult years of my life, taught me to defend myself. But one day he said he had to leave and never reappeared.
This technique of transmitting sound into the mind was also taught to me by him; only he knows how to use it.
He said he is now… in the Qin family's dining room. Even if it's a trap, I have to go and check it out." Mo Chen explained so much to the nearby Luo Xiaole as they ran.
"I'll go with you," Luo Xiaole said, keeping up with him effortlessly.
A silenced pistol with infinite bullets appeared silently in her hand, safety off, ready to deal with any dangerous situation.
She was determined to see what Qin Li was up to.
To her surprise, when they reached the dining room, none of the terrifying scenes she had imagined occurred…
A bald old man with a white beard was chatting and laughing with Qin Li, leisurely eating… steak? with his knife and fork.
And sitting beside them was… Cheng Miao?
"Master, you…?" Mo Chen was clearly unable to process the scene before him.
The aura, the demeanor, it was definitely his master!
But his master was so familiar with Qin Li, and looked so accustomed to a decadent lifestyle, that the person before him felt like a stranger…
"Xiao Chen? You're here? Come, sit and eat with your master," the old man beckoned with a smile.
"Master, how could you…"
"We'll discuss all that later. I want to introduce you to someone first." The old man looked at Mo Chen with a hint of amusement.
"Xiao Chen, your biological parents are actually not dead… this person before you is your biological father."
Mo Chen felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his face a picture of disbelief.
His master, whom he hadn't seen in so long, showed no concern for him and immediately wanted to sell him off to someone else?
And to this man responsible for so much sin?
His disbelief was so overwhelming it almost suffocated him.
Luo Xiaole silently tucked her gun behind her back, feigning composure as she followed Mo Chen to the dining table and sat down.