Chapter 105: Dining at the Home of Jiangling's Wealthiest Family
Outside Jiangling City, deep within the mountains.
A solitary figure sat quietly on the branch of an ancient tree, two slender, graceful legs tracing imaginary arcs in the air.
The figure’s form was lithe and elegant, wearing a blood-red rabbit mask that seemed both adorable and sinister.
The mask was lifted halfway, revealing lips painted with fiery crimson lipstick, each curve exuding a seductive allure.
Crunch.
The luscious red lips bit into an apple, leaving a clear imprint on its surface.
Suddenly,
Blood Rabbit’s keen ears caught a sound. She discarded the apple, hooked her long legs around the branch, and gracefully swung down like a drifting leaf, landing lightly on another branch.
From the dense forest nearby came the rustling of leaves.
A towering silhouette slowly emerged, wearing a fierce bull-head mask — it was the fugitive, Bullman.
Compared to the unscathed Blood Rabbit, Bullman looked battered and pitiful, his body scarred, and the bull-head mask cracked and marred.
“Oh, Bullman, you’re still alive,” Blood Rabbit said cheerfully, sitting cross-legged on the branch.
Bullman glanced at her without a word, his demeanor dark and brooding.
After all, as the foremost grunt of the Azure Dragon, now that the Azure Dragon was dead, he had lost his backing in the organization. Naturally, his mood was grim. Being hunted relentlessly, it was no wonder he couldn’t smile.
Unlike Blood Rabbit, who was skilled at evasion,
Bullman had taken countless blows during his escape.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, ignoring the cheerfully grinning Blood Rabbit. Finding her dull, she pulled out another apple from somewhere, partially lifted her mask, and began to nibble.
Time passed slowly.
Suddenly, a howling gust echoed through the forest,
Like a swift wind rushing from afar.
Both Blood Rabbit and Bullman stood, gazing intently toward the horizon.
A figure appeared faintly at the horizon’s edge, wearing a white jade mask and a flowing robe, as ethereal as a fallen immortal.
With each step he took, the earth beneath seemed to contract, shrinking distances to mere inches at his feet.
“Blood Rabbit, Bullman, greetings to the Seventh Priest!”
Upon seeing this figure, both Bullman and Blood Rabbit bowed deeply, showing utmost respect.
The slender figure with the white jade mask glanced at them briefly, his expression unreadable.
Yet, the oppressive aura he exuded froze Bullman and Blood Rabbit in place.
“I have lost a fragment of my Dream Spirit’s will in Jiangling,”
“Before it completely perished, the will’s fragment sent a message urging me to come here. There is a great opportunity in Jiangling. Unfortunately, the message was unclear. Do either of you know anything?”
The Seventh Priest’s gaze was cold and detached as he inquired.
“I don’t know,” Bullman replied gruffly.
He spoke honestly, as he wasn’t at the hospital and thus unaware of the details.
Blood Rabbit knelt on one knee, her voice clear and crisp as she recounted the news reported in Jiangling City, explaining in detail the events that had occurred on the hospital’s rooftop.
Bullman tilted his head stiffly, casting a surprised look at Blood Rabbit. Under his mask, his eyes showed astonishment.
Is this really possible?
After listening for a moment, the Seventh Priest narrowed his eyes, and the air thickened with a murderous tension.
“The Bull-headed one was saved by a gold-ranked squad captain, and the Horse-faced one was killed by a rookie Dream Passer?”
“Zhang Changlin… killed the Azure Dragon?!”
His tone held a trace of doubt.
Zhang Changlin… how could he have pulled that off?
Blood Rabbit knelt, continuing crisply, “I have investigated. Zhang Changlin was once a prodigy Dream Passer from the capital, formerly part of the capital’s elite gold-ranked raiding squad. He wields the forbidden sequence device 098, his power unfathomable!”
Bullman tilted his head again toward Blood Rabbit, silently conveying, You’re really something...
He could only lower his head and mutter, “Yes.”
The Seventh Priest chuckled, “Well, this Zhang Changlin… my will’s fragment was too thoroughly destroyed, rendering the message vague. But it did mention a grand opportunity in Jiangling, something that could help the organization forge a more potent Divine Core!”
“That is why I have come.”
Blood Rabbit and Bullman lowered their heads, not daring to breathe too loudly.
“I have already sent word to the organization; reinforcements will be dispatched... We will capture the fallen god of Jiangling as swiftly as possible. And Zhang Changlin… will pay with his life!”
The Seventh Priest’s voice was icy cold.
Zhang Changlin dared to sever a fragment of his will—such destruction of a will’s fragment would cause great damage to his spirit. Naturally, he was furious beyond measure.
“Seventh Priest… before the Azure Dragon died, he told us via comm that the Vermilion Bird… betrayed us.”
Blood Rabbit lowered her head beneath the mask, speaking softly.
“Vermilion Bird…”
“She belongs to the Second Priest, but since she chose to betray, our mission in Jiangling gains an additional objective.”
“Capture Vermilion Bird!”
“Traitors never end well. In the end, she will be stripped of her minor Divine Core, her Dream Spirit destroyed—worse than death, worse than a dog’s life!”
The Seventh Priest’s cold words sent shivers through Blood Rabbit and Bullman, who remained kneeling and trembling.
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“What did you say? What scent?”
Dufang looked at Luoluo, puzzled.
Luoluo tilted her head, giggling, “Daddy, no mistake, it’s Auntie’s scent!”
“Don’t believe me? Ask Mommy!”
Luoluo was excited—a feeling akin to the first time she smelled her wife’s hand outside the First Girls’ High School.
It was the scent of family!
The hand resting on his shoulder—his wife’s hand—excitedly gave a thumbs-up, clearly agreeing with Luoluo.
Dufang’s mouth twitched…
Auntie?
His wife’s younger sister?!
That would make her his sister-in-law.
How could the scent of his sister-in-law linger in the assistant’s home…
This was truly unexpected.
Too surprising.
Dufang glanced at the castle-like house. Such a large residence gave off an overwhelming sense of pressure.
But since family was inside, Dufang naturally wouldn’t let it go easily.
Finding family, gathering family—that was his long-term goal.
“Xiaoyu, does your family have anything related to the Dream Disaster?”
Dufang looked at the assistant curiously.
From his experience, to find family, one typically had to trace something connected to the Dream Disaster.
“Yes… Grandfather loves collecting forbidden devices. He once spent nearly ten billion on the black market to acquire a sequence forbidden device, but he didn’t succeed.”
The assistant thought for a moment and said, “But he also tries to collect high-grade forbidden devices and some whose quality is unknown. It’s his hobby.”
Dufang’s eyes narrowed at this.
That must be it. Perhaps his sister-in-law was hidden among the forbidden devices collected by this old man.
“Brother Du, please,”
“Welcome to my home.”
The assistant smiled warmly, stepping aside to invite Dufang and the Wildfire squad inside.
Zhang Changlin and the others from Wildfire followed behind.
They walked down a corridor lined with priceless paintings on both sides.
The group felt as though they had entered an art sanctuary, enveloped by an inexplicable aura of grandeur.
Dufang admired the evocative artworks but couldn’t help thinking about his sister-in-law…
No, about how to retrieve her.
Suddenly,
At the far end of the corridor, a man in a sharp suit approached.
The sound of polished shoes striking the floor echoed through the hall.
“Well, isn’t this our great Dream Passer?”
The man scanned the group, his gaze finally resting on Su Xiaoyu as he smiled.
“Brother,” Su Xiaoyu paused briefly.
The man chuckled, “Xiaoyu, Grandfather values you so much, always wanting you to return and inherit the company. But you insisted on being a Dream Passer, and now you’re just someone’s assistant… What are you after?”
“Dream Passers are easy to hire with some money. You’re the heiress of a grand corporation. Why bother?”
“I don’t need your advice. I’m happy this way!” The assistant snorted. She had been polite at first, but his nagging earned her a sharp retort.
The man’s expression didn’t change; he kept smiling, “You’re lucky. Grandfather likes you so much he cooks for you himself and gives you everything. I wasn’t so fortunate. Next life, I’ll be working for you.”
“Tut tut tut…”
“Best wishes to the great Dream Passer. May your dreams come true.”
The man sneered sarcastically, weaving past the Wildfire squad without sparing them a glance before leaving.
“He’s my brother, Su Hao. Just returned from studying abroad in the Federation. He has a fiery temper and a bad attitude. Don’t mind him. Let’s go to the dining room; Grandfather must be waiting impatiently.”
The assistant’s displeasure flickered quickly before she smiled and addressed everyone.
Soon, the group arrived at the dining hall.
The hall was nearly the size of a basketball court, with a long table made of sandalwood.
The air was thick with the aroma of freshly cooked dishes.
Smelling the food, everyone felt a warm closeness.
An elderly man with rosy cheeks and an apron around his waist came out of the kitchen, carrying a steaming plate.
Usually, cooks prepared the food, and maids served it.
Today, the old man was cooking himself.
He glanced at the Wildfire squad, somewhat surprised, his gaze settling on Dufang.
Looking at Su Xiaoyu, he smiled with a mixture of helplessness and affection.
“You little girl…”
“Everyone, please sit. Think of this as a simple meal. I haven’t cooked in years, so don’t expect much.”
The old man’s smile was gentle, lacking any of the imposing air typical of a business magnate who had ruled the Jiangling market for decades.
After some greetings, everyone took their seats.
“Brother Du, sit here.”
The assistant pulled out the chair beside the old man for Dufang.
Dufang, without hesitation, sat down.
The elder looked at him kindly.
“You must be Du Fang, whom Xiaoyu often mentions? And Xiaoyu is your assistant?”
Dufang nodded, slightly surprised.
The elder personally poured a glass of fruit wine for Dufang and a stronger drink for himself.
“Xiaoyu’s parents passed away early. I’ve watched her grow up. She’s a spoiled girl. If she’s ever offended you or done anything wrong, please forgive her.”
Raising his glass, the old man’s expression was sincere, tinged with a hint of nervousness as he looked at Dufang.
Dufang was momentarily dazed. Instinctively, he raised his glass and clinked it gently with the elder’s.
At this moment, the man before him was neither a business tycoon nor Jiangling’s richest man.
He was simply a grandfather concerned about his granddaughter’s work.
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