What They Sought to Achieve Through the Fall of the Royal Court (Part 2)

After informing a certain gourd whose luck seemed somewhat lacking that she had once again missed her chance to go home, Fang Ran and the other two returned to the sitting room of the hotel suite.

Glancing at the figure already sprawled across the bedroom bed, flailing about and letting out maddened cries, Qing Ning looked at Fang Ran curiously and asked:

"Who is she? She's obviously not a participant, so why is she acting together with you?"

Setting the laptop on the coffee table, Fang Ran glanced at Tang Bing's results—having failed to kill even a single person, practically a level-four loot crate on the battlefield and a professional delivery girl—then casually shut it and sighed helplessly.

"She's a junior from Jing University I met in London. When I was preparing to retreat from that manor, I ran into her just as she was being kidnapped by those gangsters."

As he spoke, recalling his encounter with Tang Bing on the streets of London, Fang Ran sat on the sofa beside them and gave a soft laugh and sigh at how unbelievable it all felt.

"Thanks to her, we were able to escape England by the skin of our teeth before. And if I hadn't met the gourd back when I was suddenly thrown into London alone..."

"With no abilities, no English, and nothing but the clothes on my back, I might have starved to death before the Royal Court's people even caught me."

"Huh."

Hearing Fang Ran describe those difficult experiences, Qing Ning's eyes lit up with novelty.

"That sounds pretty exciting."

Exciting.

Having to watch his every step every day out of fear of being discovered by surveillance, while also worrying about making a living, was certainly exciting.

Speechless at Qing Ning's thought process for finding that exciting,