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Shen Wuxiao was in no hurry about such things. He did not need to cultivate; having plenty of points was enough.

So he still had to keep stirring up trouble for Destiny Protagonists and earn more points.

Otherwise, he would be wearing the title of Luck Reaper for nothing.

For now, he only needed to handle his own affairs step by step—first win over Jiang Huaiyue and make Lin Fan howl!

The louder Lin Fan howled and the more he collapsed, the more points Shen Wuxiao would get.

Meanwhile, Shen Wuxiao could leisurely enjoy the good life!

Awesome!!

Meanwhile, Bajie... Lin Fan's side was having a miserable time.

He was still living in a room in that run-down neighborhood.

As usual, that place had no water and no electricity.

Lin Fan could only keep his phone alive with several power banks, yet he did not dare use it recklessly.

And Lin Fan had not taken a bath for many days.

He reeked from head to toe. His original crew cut was practically becoming a middle-parted hairstyle, and his face was covered in stubble.

As for food, it was all instant meals.

Things like compressed biscuits and self-heating hotpots.

It had left him constipated for two and a half days.

Though he was not a picky eater, anyone would grow sick of eating the same thing all the time.

Especially those hotpots, heavy with oil and spice.

But he had no choice.

Today, he had originally wanted to go out and buy some supplies.

Before he could leave, however, he saw a group of people in black suits searching around the area.

There had to be one or two hundred of them, a dark mass of bodies, like the Axe Gang attacking Pigsty Alley.

He was not afraid of them, but to avoid unnecessary trouble, he still did not go out.

Watching those people search and question everyone around here, Lin Fan burned with anger.

When had he, the dignified Border Wolf King, ever been so humiliated?

If the Sea Brake Society Young Master he had accidentally killed had been an utterly wicked man, then if they still dared come looking for him, he would have wiped them out.

They were merely a local force, yet they dared to be so arrogant.

But there was nothing he could do. The other party had truly been innocent; seeking revenge against him was only natural and right.

If he recklessly created more bloodshed, it would betray his original intentions, and his path of martial arts would veer toward an extreme.

From beginning to end, Lin Fan had deeply remembered that he had once been a soldier!

Soldiers did not raise their butcher's blades against ordinary people.

Endure!!

At this moment, a knock sounded at the door.

A fierce voice came from outside as well. "Is anyone living here? If there is, open the door, or I'll kick my way in!"

Lin Fan's brows drew together. He knew they had searched their way to his place.

But Lin Fan was not the slightest bit flustered. Looking as he did now, they definitely would not recognize him.

Still, to be safe, Lin Fan made an additional preparation.

He picked up several empty self-heating hotpot containers that he had finished eating and had not thrown away, then poured the leftover broth at the doorway.

Then he pulled out some stuffing from the broken sofa, kneaded it up, and tossed it over the mess.

At a glance, it looked like a pile of filth.

"Coming!" Lin Fan answered, then went over and opened the door.

Three burly men in suits stood outside, every one of them looking fierce and menacing.

They looked at the stubbly, dirt-smudged man in front of their eyes.

"Are you the only one here? Is there anyone else?"

"Just me!" Lin Fan replied.

"Let us go in and search!" The three men were about to enter.

But when they saw the disgusting mess on the floor, they immediately gave up the thought of going inside.

Damn it, was this guy some kind of lunatic?

The people living in this soon-to-be-demolished place were poor, but none of them were this disgusting.

They gave up on entering.

Then they handed over a colorful flyer.

"If you see the person in this photo, immediately call the number below. Once confirmed, you will be paid a one-million reward on the spot!"

Lin Fan took the flyer. It bore none other than his own photograph.

Below it was an introduction.

"All right, I understand. If I see him, I'll definitely call. Is there really a million?"

The three men chuckled. "Of course. But if you dare make a false report, bear the consequences yourself. Our Sea Brake Society is not something you can toy with."

After saying that, they left directly for the next place.

Lin Fan closed the door and stared at the flyer in his hand, his expression grave.

The heat would not die down anytime soon.

With this level of effort, it practically counted as a wanted notice.

The Sea Brake Society clearly intended to never rest until they got what they wanted.

Everyone in this area probably had a copy of this information now.

If someone sharp-eyed recognized him, then he would truly have to make a move.

Even going out to purchase supplies now required extreme caution.

It seemed he still had to find time to tell Brother Sikong about the situation.

Lin Fan returned inside, dropped heavily onto the battered sofa, and let out a long sigh.

He felt both sorrowful and fortunate.

He was sorrowful because he had somehow accidentally killed someone, making everything even more complicated.

He was fortunate because he had met Brother Sikong. He was a good man who spared no effort in helping him. At the very least, Lin Fan had someone here who could help him.

As Lin Fan sighed, his thoughts once again drifted to his former comrades.

"Blade, Tank, Red Leaf, all my brothers and sisters, I wonder how you are doing?"

"And Yue'er, you should have completed your mission and returned to the unit by now, right?"

"When you learned that I had been stripped of my military status, you must have been furious too, right?"

"My ears are burning. You must be thinking of me right now. I want to tell you that I miss you too!"

"Don't worry. Once I settle my affairs, I'll come find you. Then I'll express feelings to you and surely grant you a lifetime of glory and splendor!"

Lin Fan muttered to himself, and before his eyes seemed to appear Jiang Huaiyue's devastatingly beautiful face once more!

In truth, Lin Fan was indulging in self-deception. Jiang Huaiyue had no time to think about him!

At that moment, Jiang Huaiyue was carrying dishes to the table and calling Shen Wuxiao in for dinner.

"Dinner's ready!" Jiang Huaiyue called out toward the outside.

Shen Wuxiao immediately ran inside with eager little steps.

"Whoa, Yue'er, you can cook too? I was going to have someone deliver dinner, but you already made it!"

Shen Wuxiao praised her as he looked at the three dishes and one soup on the table.

The dishes were simple: Shredded Pork with Green Peppers, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, braised eggplant, and a bowl of corn and pork rib soup.

Yet they had color, aroma, and flavor in perfect measure. They looked excellent as well, making one's appetite stir.

"It has been a long time since I last cooked. I don't know whether my skills have gotten rusty, so just make do with it!" Jiang Huaiyue replied lightly.

Yet her hands did not stop moving.

After serving the rice, she took out a soup bowl, ladled Shen Wuxiao a bowl of soup, and pushed it before him.

Then she sat across from Shen Wuxiao and raised a hand to tuck the hair at her temple behind her ear.

"Give it a try!" Jiang Huaiyue said.

"All right!" Shen Wuxiao picked up his chopsticks and immediately took a mouthful of Shredded Pork with Green Peppers.

After one bite, Shen Wuxiao kept nodding. "The pork is tender and smooth, and the flavor is just right. Yue'er, your cooking is really good!"

Shen Wuxiao was not merely flattering her. It really was delicious.

When had he ever cooked? He always ate out, and what he ate was all luxurious, elaborate food.

The ingredients were still the same ingredients. They were merely paired and plated until they looked dazzling and extravagant, then sold for many times the price.

But when all was said and done, home-cooked food still had the best flavor.

Jiang Huaiyue had also grown accustomed to him calling her Yue'er, and she no longer felt the initial discomfort.

Hearing his praise, Jiang Huaiyue merely smiled faintly. "Eat more!"

After that one sentence, silence fell. Jiang Huaiyue ate quietly.

She did not look at Shen Wuxiao either.

Strictly speaking, this was the first time she had cooked for a man.

Even Lin Fan had never eaten anything she had made.