“Lucifer?”
Feeling the familiar yet unfamiliar warmth, Bai Cha almost didn't react, her heart softening slightly, her expression becoming gentler.
“You’ve worked hard. I apologize for not arriving sooner as I went to fetch fresh hot milk. Please do not blame me.” Lucifer maintained his usual gentle smile as he handed over the glass: “You haven’t been resting well these past few days, please drink it while it’s hot.”
“Wow~ So nice! They even have hot milk!” Meng Qinghuan’s eyes widened. He pinched the little loli in his arms hard: “Look at you, everyone else serves their masters like ancestors, why am I serving an ancestor?”
Baimon cast a nonchalant glance at Meng Qinghuan, still not moving a finger. She always seemed to be like this, only occasionally tilting her head, her crimson eyes moving the most.
Bai Cha slowly drank the milk, her gaze sweeping over the happy men and women around her without speaking.
A glass of hot milk seemed to warm her heart. Looking at the familiar faces gathered around her, Bai Cha didn’t say much, just looked on gently, her heart growing much calmer.
These people were all hopes that she had personally chosen and nurtured.
As for the others standing on the other side.
Regardless of how unbelievable the current scene was to them, Mo Ziye had indeed won. The big screen already displayed the final victor. This result greatly relieved those who had worried about the Shadow faction rising to first place.
They knew that evil could never triumph over good. As long as their seeds were first, the Shadow faction would never be able to suppress them.
However, Mo Ziye did not seem to be that happy. When asked about how he defeated Bai Cha, he was evasive.
He looked at the people from the Shadow faction. They showed no signs of dejection or any other emotions. They smiled and gathered around, chatting and laughing, seemingly not surprised by the result at all. Pride and happiness remained in their eyes, as if everything was within their expectations.
The people from the Light faction were all excited, congratulating Mo Ziye on his success and celebrating that they were still ahead of their opponents. Only a few people were not celebrating together, standing to the side with complex expressions.
“Ziye, well done. We must let them know that crooked paths can never compare to the light of righteousness.” Zhi Yue walked over, casting a proud glance at Meng Qinghuan and Lang Ya, who were showing concern for Bai Cha behind her. Her voice was raised intentionally: “Don’t they know that our chosen ones are blessed by the heavens?”
However, the result disappointed her. No one from the Shadow faction paid her any attention; they continued to chat and laugh as usual. Mo Ziye’s complexion grew paler. Zhi Ying, standing behind her sister with no sense of presence, looked at Mo Ziye’s expression thoughtfully.
The next few days were calm. The Light faction, which had been on high alert, discovered that Bai Cha didn't take them seriously at all. When they tried to provoke her as she passed, Bai Cha would leave hastily before they could say a few words.
unbeknownst to them, the training grounds became increasingly lively, with roars heard from afar almost every evening.
“Hey! Lang Mo! I won this time!” Mo Ziye’s lightsaber shattered, but his eyes were unusually excited. He leaped up, quickly creating distance.
“If you won, you won. You only beat me twice out of ten times.” Lang Mo casually shook his hand and sat down, “I’m exhausted. You’re too energetic. It’s good to be young.”
A miniature red dragon flapped its wings and clung to Lang Mo’s wrist like a little moth, chirping softly to help Lang Mo recover his stamina.
Mo Ziye’s attack had indeed been fierce. He had accidentally sprained his wrist while blocking.
“You’re only in your twenties too, what do you mean ‘it’s good to be young’?” Mo Ziye sat beside Michael, who was engrossed in playing a mobile game, occasionally letting out curses.
The evening breeze blew. It had only just turned night, and some people were already sneaking out of the school in small groups. Looking at the figures nimbly climbing over the campus and then at the suicide notes in her own mailbox, Bai Cha fell silent for a moment.
The Shadow faction was the country’s secret military force. When going out on missions, they had to write suicide notes in case of unexpected events. Previously, they would leave them in their computers or hand them over to their superiors. Now that she was here, these guys simply handed their suicide notes to her.
However, most suicide notes didn’t contain much. Most people had nothing significant to mention. At most, they would state who their successor was for their missions, or where their information was stored…
That was all. Nothing major, and very few people even entrusted anyone with the care of their families.
Most of them didn’t have many parents or family members left. The few who needed care were a minority. Even more so, their parents were busier than they were, and it was hard to say who would be taking care of whom with the suicide notes.
“Amitabha, how do you feel? Little Mo’s progress is quite fast.” Meng Qinghuan sat next to Bai Cha, smiling broadly, “You’re not thinking of letting him inherit your position, are you?”
“Dream on? Wouldn’t his father come looking for me to fight?” Bai Cha gave Meng Qinghuan a sideway glance, closed the email, and changed the laptop interface back to an engineering diagram, saying faintly, “Your successor is me, don’t you know that?” httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
In the past few days, Lang Mo and Mo Ziye had gotten along well. The members of the Shadow faction showed no reaction to Mo Ziye’s presence and continued with their own affairs. Lang Mo and Mo Ziye, one rough and the other cheerful, seemed to have similar wavelengths.
Both were short-circuited.
As for Lucifer, he remained respectfully by the side. He had learned the ways of a Western English aristocratic butler from somewhere. His standard formal attire was impeccable, and his etiquette details were flawless. He was indeed a clear stream among the dragons.
“What are you looking at? What kind of terrain map is this?” Meng Qinghuan sat with Bai Cha, looking at the computer for a long time without understanding anything. He asked curiously, “Didn’t that big shot in the capital give you a long vacation? Why are you still working?”
“Vacation? He’s said it hundreds of times, but has any vacation ever lasted more than three days.” Bai Cha stared intently at the computer and shook her head, “In just over a month, it will be the Winter Olympics. It’s our home ground. Guess if I can be idle.”
“Uh…” Meng Qinghuan awkwardly touched his bald head. How could he admit that he had forgotten about it?
He certainly knew the importance of the Winter Olympics, a major sporting event that had continued for tens of thousands of years. It was natural to be meticulous about everything. Without Bai Cha’s assurance, no one would feel at ease about any major event. This seemed to have become a habit.
“He said vacation, but the mission was sent to my email the next day. However, it was the carnival at the time, and I didn’t have time. He was even anxious.” Bai Cha sighed, put away the computer, and said, “Then yesterday he sent me this mission again, and didn’t mention vacation anymore.”
It was probably the big boss himself who was too embarrassed to say it. He told her to rest for a while, but she only rested for a day.
Lucifer obediently took Bai Cha’s computer. The silver bracelet on his wrist flashed with a technologically advanced blue light, scanning the computer. The computer was immediately stored away. At the same time, he handed the information he had collected over the past few days to Bai Cha.
“What mission is it? Do you need help?” Meng Qinghuan leaned in. He was always curious and naturally wouldn’t miss out on the excitement.
“You can.” Bai Cha glanced at Meng Qinghuan, looking at his shiny forehead, and wanted to pat it. “The rumor is that a young girl can summon an evil dragon, and the locals sealed her house.”
“Pfft! Summon… summon what!? Are you crazy or am I crazy?” Meng Qinghuan’s eyes widened, and he leaned in with disbelief, pressing his face against Bai Cha’s neck, utterly confused.
“Mr. Meng, please maintain a certain distance.” Lucifer stepped forward with a smile, politely pulling Meng Qinghuan’s head, which was almost rubbing against Bai Cha’s face, back a distance.
“It’s just a rumor. It’s just that evil dragons appeared in her area, and this young girl’s eye color is very similar to the evil dragon’s.” Bai Cha put away the files and said calmly, “It wasn’t urgent originally, but Gong Yuechen said today that someone from our Light faction wants to take her for research.”
“Human research? Isn’t that against humanity?” Meng Qinghuan touched the back of his head, a little speechless. “These guys are up to something again?”
“Yes, so we’ve been asked to resolve this matter as soon as possible. However, having you follow along isn’t for you to help.” Bai Cha nodded, checked her equipment, and waved to the two people sitting not far away.
Lang Mo had anticipated this. Seeing Bai Cha’s gesture, he turned and left. He had no missions recently and didn’t want to get into trouble for no reason.
However, as Bai Cha opened the jump capsule, Mo Ziye approached.
“Um, Bai Cha, can I go with you?” Mo Ziye blinked his eyes somewhat cautiously, his tone full of anticipation.
“You can.”
Mo Ziye had expected Bai Cha to refuse. He was so easily agreed to that the long speech he had prepared was stuck in his throat. Before he could get excited, he heard Bai Cha add.
“You can follow, speak less and do nothing. Meng Qinghuan will be responsible for watching you.” Bai Cha opened the hatch of the time capsule, walked in with Lucifer and Meng Qinghuan, then turned to Mo Ziye and said, “If you hinder the mission, you will also be part of the cleanup.”
Bai Cha’s words were somewhat heartless, but Mo Ziye still followed. Michael hesitated for a moment and then followed.
The time capsule was not large. With Mo Ziye and the two others, it was a bit crowded. After only two seconds, they reached their destination.
“Wow, where is this? It’s so run-down.” As soon as he got out of the time capsule, Mo Ziye couldn’t help but mutter, “Lucifer, are you sure you located the right place?”
It was indeed a bit desolate here. Winter had arrived, and a thin layer of snow covered the withered vegetation. Some low, single-story houses looked somewhat rudimentary.
For someone like Mo Ziye, who was pampered like a little prince, this scene was very rare in this fast-developing era.
After all, not everyone could afford high-end multifunctional technology buildings. Even if technology buildings were built for the poor, the mechanical operation inside was a huge burden for them, making it better to live in original houses.
“Heh~ It’s just a slum, why are you so surprised?” Meng Qinghuan looked around. Even though he knew he couldn’t see his surroundings with his eyes, he habitually turned his head to observe.
“Uh, there’s actually such a poor place.” Mo Ziye couldn’t believe it. “But it doesn’t seem to be anything special.”
Bai Cha calmly took a step forward and gently reminded, “It’s only eight o’clock.”
Eight o’clock. It had only been night for a short while. Logically, even street vendors in slums wouldn’t pack up and go home so quickly. At least there should be some people moving around.
But now, inside and outside the houses, there was a deathly silence, as if no one was there.
To ordinary people, it was just quiet. But Bai Cha and her companions were all powerful beings, so they could naturally see a gray mist swirling in the village. This outward manifestation of evil energy was harmful to the human body and could also attract evil dragons.
In other words, it was bad feng shui.
“Why is there so much evil energy here? Let me purify them.” Mo Ziye frowned and said.
He was of the light attribute. While sensitive to light, he was also extremely sensitive to darkness. He could feel the evil energy permeating here.
“Don’t move!” Bai Cha’s voice came with a hint of seriousness. “Speak less and do nothing. You are an observer, don’t do anything unnecessary.”
Bai Cha was clearly different when she was on a mission compared to her usual self. She was very serious, but her patience seemed to be lower. Mo Ziye could clearly feel Bai Cha’s seriousness just now.