Jinx, My Sister

Le Yu had lost count of how many times he'd praised Qian Yuliu, but now he just wanted to shout: Qian Yuliu is the best under heaven!

Compared to violent techniques like the 'Beginner Eight-Grain Flow Bite Combat Arts,' the ability to remain unfazed when a mountain collapses before him, granted by his 'Low Health Constitution,' was Le Yu's greatest reliance for surviving in this treacherous situation!

Stay calm!

Maintain a poker face!

Choose words carefully!

Don't make low-level mistakes like saying, "I am a wolf!"

Always remember your good standing!

Le Yu naturally took an apple and bit into it. It was crisp and sweet. He said, "I also think there's still an informant within the Statistics Department."

"What?!" Chen Fu looked utterly bewildered. "The Statistics Department has an Anti-Light Rebels informant?"

Lan Yan pushed up his silver-rimmed glasses and nodded. "The Assassin who ambushed Qian Yuliu was very likely an Anti-Light Rebels informant planted within the Statistics Department."

"Although we haven't found clear evidence, Star Engraving Prefecture is a solid block under Prefect Ding's governance, yet the 'White Night' rebels still dared to try and stir up trouble. This indicates that the quality of personnel joining the rebels far exceeds our expectations, and it's not surprising that there are official agents among them. Lin Jinyao and Li Shijie were clearly important figures within the White Night rebels. It's a pity that both Yu-liu and I struck a bit too hard and didn't leave any survivors. Otherwise, we could have taken the opportunity to nip White Night in the bud."

Le Yu said, "I'm sorry. If I had known, I would have…"

"No need to apologize. Though you killed Lin Jinyao, didn't I also send Li Shijie on his way?" Lan Yan smiled. "I trust you just as I trust myself. If you killed Lin Jinyao, a White Night rebel, to hide a secret, then wouldn't I be an informant just like you?"

"The Director of the Statistics Department is a rebel…" Chen Fu couldn't help but chuckle.

"Is it that funny? It is indeed very funny." Lan Yan scanned the two of them. "So you must always be mindful of your colleagues around you. Perhaps one of them is an informant, secretly chuckling at your blissful ignorance."

Damn, how do you know? Can you read minds…? Le Yu nodded emphatically, saying seriously, "Understood!"

"However, don't spread this news. I'm only discussing my suspicions about the informant with you because I trust you. If this gets out, everyone in the Statistics Department will feel unsafe, and that would be a disaster."

"Yes!"

"I should go too." Lan Yan stood up and said, "Yu-liu, recover well. The Statistics Department awaits your return."

"Goodbye, Brother Lan."

"Goodbye, Director."

After bidding farewell, Lan Yan walked to the door, then suddenly remembered something and turned back. "Yu-liu, regarding your Revenge Severance with the Lin family, did it involve a property transfer?"

Le Yu paused slightly, then nodded. "Yes, but…"

"You don't need to worry. I'll send agents tomorrow to help you receive the property deed. I guarantee you'll get your spoils of war tomorrow." Lan Yan smiled. "Although this matter should be handled by the Judicial Department, since you call me Brother Lan, I, Lan, will abuse my authority and absolutely uphold your rights."

Chen Fu nodded repeatedly, touched. He said, "Since that's the case, why not send me tomorrow? My captain is laid up in bed, and I can't do anything. I also want to help my captain and the Director!"

"Good. Chen Fu, you also have some connections with the Lin family. If you go, the negotiation efficiency will be higher. It's decided then."

Watching the two of them settle the matter with just a few words, the words that had been on the tip of Le Yu's tongue could only be swallowed back.

This was going to be interesting. He had killed the Lin family's Family Head, killed the Family Head's brother, and even seized the Lin family's ancestral home. And the one going to collect the property was Chen Fu, Qian Yuliu's number one lackey… Le Yu could almost imagine that when he went to the market to buy groceries in the future, the aunties and uncles would definitely not dare to take his money, and might even offer him a bundle of green onions.

Although Lin Xue had initiated the bet concerning the Lin family's ancestral home, sending people from the Statistics Department to collect it the very next day felt like, "I lent you 500 yuan today, and tomorrow a group of gangsters will show up at your door to collect the debt."

Being so swift and ruthless wasn't good for Qian Yuliu's reputation… However, after a careful thought, Le Yu felt that Qian Yuliu didn't have much of a reputation to speak of anyway, so he let them be.

Actually, this was good too. Kicking the Lin family out would let them experience the harsh realities of the world. They should also realize that Star Engraving Prefecture was not a place for them to stay. They should quickly return to the countryside, live incognito, and then diligently study and cultivate, harboring hatred for Qian Yuliu!

By the time they achieved success in their cultivation and returned to seek revenge on Qian Yuliu… Qian Yuliu's grave would probably be three meters high.

But I just told the Lin family that 'when will endless revenge ever cease,' and now I've seized the Lin family's property… Le Yu finished the apple in his hand and sighed.

"What's wrong?" Chen Fu asked. "Do you want another apple? I'll peel one for you."

Le Yu had no objections; the apples here were quite sweet.

Chen Fu took an apple from the fruit basket and then glanced around.

"What are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for a small knife to peel it…" Chen Fu frowned. "No, I remember there shouldn't be a knife in the fruit basket. And the inpatient department wouldn't provide patients with knives… Huh?"

"The Director just now… he didn't seem to use a knife to peel it either."

Le Yu and Chen Fu exchanged glances, both seeing shock in the other's eyes.

Lan Yan had actually been peeling the apple with his fingers!

And Le Yu thought a step deeper—Lan Yan said he didn't like eating apples, but he was particularly fond of the skill of peeling. Plus, he used his fingers to peel…

Why is he so skilled? What was he peeling the skin off of before?!

In the corridor of the Medical Officer Department, as Lan Yan walked towards the door, an unremarkable ordinary agent quietly approached him.

"The autopsy results show Lin Xue'en died from a skull fracture. There were finger marks on his neck. At the time, Qian Yuliu likely realized his left hand lacked strength, so he used his body weight to lift Lin Xue'en and smash him down, aiming for a fatal blow," the agent reported.

Lan Yan nodded, his face still adorned with a pleasant, spring-like smile. He nodded to a female medical officer passing by, who immediately blushed and stopped, gazing at his disappearing back.

Lan Yan smiled faintly. "Waste is indeed waste. He can't even handle such a small matter. I originally thought he could at least get the White Night list… But so-called waste are just mediocre people who can't even seize an opportunity."

The agent asked, "What should we do next?"

"Nothing. I never expected Lin Xue'en to bring me a surprise anyway. From the beginning, I positioned Lin Xue'en as bait, cast out just to stir up what's in the pond. Now, finally, a fish has taken the bait."

The agent's tone was flat and even. "Qian Yuliu is the fish you're looking for?"

"Do you know there's a technique in fishing called 'using a small fish to catch a big one'? A small fish attracts a big fish, and a big fish attracts a whole school, and then..."

Lan Yan clenched his fists tightly.

"The angler casts his net and catches all the prey in one go."

After another round of cards, Chen Fu, just before he was about to be defeated, suddenly announced he had to go home for dinner and slipped away incredibly fast.

Le Yu also prepared to eat. The Medical Officer Department had an internal cafeteria, though it wasn't usually open to patients and the dishes weren't varied, only offered for free to medical officers on night duty. Most patients' meal issues were handled by their families. But Le Yu was from the Statistics Department. Not only could he freeload a meal in the cafeteria, but even his treatment costs were charged to the Statistics Department's account—meaning he didn't have to pay.

Still, to be safe, Le Yu decided not to wander around on his own and called for a medical officer to push his wheelchair.

The downside of having no pain was not knowing his own condition. He couldn't judge whether his movements would tear newly formed muscle nerves. If his wound started bleeding while he walked, leaving a trail of blood, the cafeteria might think he was from the Dark Cuisine world, sent to challenge them.

So Le Yu yelled at the top of his lungs, "Hey—is there a medical officer out there?!"

"Coming."

Someone really was out there... Le Yu saw the door push open and a familiar head peek in.

"You're really not dead yet?"

Qian Yuya said.

PS: From now on, it'll be the usual schedule: the first chapter is always at 11, and the second chapter depends on the actual situation (whether I've been slacking off).