Hooked

After three rounds of coast guard inspections, Feng Xue and Mang Ke finally made it safely to a yacht off the coast of Bailin Country. They returned to Bailin Country with a certain "rich second-generation" who had spent the past few days partying wildly at sea.

"Hello. Do you have a reservation?" At an ordinary KTV on a commercial street in QY City, Bailin Country (who would've thought the place name I made up on a whim actually existed?), a server calmly welcomed the arriving guests.

"Yes. Number Seven Private Room. Besides the reservation, we'd like two mixed fruit juices, a seasonal fruit platter, and two jin of crayfish from next door."

The server's eyes flickered slightly at the man's order, then he immediately put on a professional smile. "Certainly. Please follow me."

As soon as they entered the private room, Mang Ke slumped into a seat as if she'd finally let out a breath. Feng Xue went over to the karaoke machine and casually queued up a few songs he'd heard on his previous visit to Bailin Country. To his surprise, the machine even had the BGM he'd used back in the day!

"Good grief, no need to pay royalties, huh?" Feng Xue grinned. Mang Ke looked as if she wanted to say something, but just then, someone knocked on the room door. A middle-aged man dressed as a server came in carrying a basin of crayfish. As the door closed behind him, his expression suddenly turned solemn.

"Thanks for your efforts, Ms. Mang Ke. And you too, sir."

"If you hadn't said that while carrying crayfish, this would've felt like a proper spy rendezvous." Having spent so much time with Feng Xue, Mang Ke had picked up a little of his snark. Feng Xue froze for