How did a two-faced bastard like me end up joining the patrol team of the Half-City Factory District?
Le Yu wasn't refusing out of modesty. He simply felt he had no business taking charge of such an important task. Besides, he still had to handle the newspaper's affairs and write his articles—truly, you never knew how hard it was until you started writing. Although the Youth Newspaper was published once a week and only had one page dedicated to serializing his Future Novel, Le Yu often had to force the words out at the last moment before the deadline.
Before writing, he felt his mind was packed with plots and settings. The moment he put pen to paper, he would surely produce a masterpiece in one effortless burst. Afterward, he realized that squeezing out even a thousand words a day was incredibly difficult!
However, the Jing Family had already made its decision. Le Yu would represent the Jing Family and be responsible for forming the Half-City Patrol Team.
Jing Zhengwu's expression had been terrible at the time. Back then, Le Yu hadn't known what was so enviable about being patrol captain. It wasn't until the Tianfu meeting several days later that he learned what it truly meant.
Heavenly Mansion Restaurant was one of the Inner City's three great restaurants. Its head chef, a master who had passed the imperial examination, had once been a royal chef, and his signature "Dragon-Phoenix Shrimp Dumplings" remained a favorite that countless wealthy nobles could eat without tiring of it. The Half-City Patrol Team's meeting was being held at Heavenly Mansion Restaurant.
This time, Le Yu brought Mi Die and Lisan as his two bodyguards. From a distance, he saw vehicles gathered in the open area before Heavenly Mansion Restaurant. The moment he got out