Could Bro Really Give Away a Second-Tier Item?

"Xiaoming, long time no see."

Gu Xin entered, set down two boxes of milk, then glanced twice toward the inner room.

"Eh? Xiaoming, you didn't bring a girlfriend home this time? What happened to Qiuqiu from last time—did you break up again?"

Gu Xin deliberately put on a surprised expression.

"Hey, kid, you've learned to tease your big bro now, have you? Naughty."

Huang Xiaoming laughed and scolded him helplessly.

Gu Xin grinned.

"Was Gu Xin wrong? You brat, you're always bringing some internet celebrity home, and you still have the nerve to laugh."

Aunt Huang spoke irritably as she poured tea.

Huang Xiaoming rolled his eyes and rubbed his nose, unable to argue back. Gu Xin stood to the side, smiling cheerfully.

Huang Xiaoming was tall and handsome, with an easygoing personality. He was friendly and pleasant toward everyone.

There was no need to mention his abilities either. He was only twenty-five this year, yet he was already a third-tier Greatsword Warrior. With his talent, he even had a chance of reaching the fourth tier before turning thirty.

However, Huang Xiaoming had one flaw that was not really a flaw—he seemed particularly fond of those surgically enhanced internet celebrity faces.

Though most of it was merely playing around, with those internet celebrities coveting his money and status while Huang Xiaoming simply toyed with them.

But from Aunt Huang's perspective, she truly did not like her son's playboy lifestyle.

Still, when it came to matters of romance, she could not say too much and could only nag him now and then.

"Here, Gu Xin, have some tea."

"Thank you, Auntie."

"No need to stand on ceremony here. Stay for lunch. You two chat first."

Aunt Huang turned and went into the kitchen to get busy, leaving the living room to Gu Xin and Huang Xiaoming.

She knew that Gu Xin had specifically come to see Huang Xiaoming this time, so he probably had something important to discuss.

Huang Xiaoming cracked sunflower seeds and stared at Gu Xin.

"Bro, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Gu, actually, I came back last night. Want to guess what I saw?" Huang Xiaoming said with a smile.

"A middle-aged woman who'd gone astray?"

Gu Xin raised an eyebrow.

"Get out of here. Can't you be serious for once?" Huang Xiaoming snapped with a laugh.

"Last night, I saw this bizarre guy who was still wearing bells around his wrist in the middle of the night, singing and dancing. He had a demon with him. Funny thing is, he looked a lot like you, Gu."

"Xiaoming, has it occurred to you that person might actually have been me?"

Gu Xin froze. He truly had not noticed Huang Xiaoming nearby at the time.

And not only him—even the Demon Beast had not noticed.

Huang Xiaoming was quite skilled at concealing his presence. Gu Xin confirmed that much.

Still, so what if he had been seen? Gu Xin did not think he had done anything shameful.

Everything he had done was for the people, eliminating evil!!

"I thought you'd deny it."

"What's there to deny? I was eliminating evil for the people." Gu Xin answered with complete ease.

"That's true." Huang Xiaoming nodded, looking at Gu Xin approvingly.

He had naturally heard from Aunt Huang about the vicious demi-human who had recently killed several people in Yin City.

"What happened to that demi-human?"

"I refined him." Gu Xin blinked.

"You used that demi-human to refine a card?" Huang Xiaoming was taken aback, but quickly recovered. His eyes immediately lit up.

"Not bad, Gu. You've got some real skills. I knew you were no ordinary man!"

Huang Xiaoming did not think there was anything wrong with using demi-humans to refine cards. However, demi-humans were humanoid creatures with many traits similar to humans. In fact, many people with high moral standards and excessive empathy had always believed that, out of humanitarian concerns, even if demi-humans could not be classified as humans, there should at least be laws prohibiting their use in card refinement. They thought it was simply too cruel.

Huang Xiaoming thought those people were just too well-fed.

They ought to be thrown onto the West Wind Plains and take a stroll through the oil cauldrons of those demi-human tribes.

"But it's better to keep this sort of thing discreet. Don't broadcast it everywhere, or those sanctimonious bitches will probably denounce you."

Huang Xiaoming reminded Gu Xin. He now worked at the Administration Bureau in Shen City.

Several of his colleagues were that sort of person, overflowing with unnecessary sympathy. Huang Xiaoming had actually begun considering whether he should transfer to the Enforcement Team.

After spending so long with those idiots at the Bureau of Governance, he was afraid his IQ and worldview would start going wrong too.

"I know."

Praised by Huang Xiaoming with a thumbs-up, Gu Xin smiled bashfully.

"Oh, right, Brother Xiaoming. The reason I came to see you this time is because of that demi-human."

Gu Xin's expression turned serious.

"Go on. Did you get any information out of its mouth?" Seeing Gu Xin's solemn look, Huang Xiaoming stopped shelling sunflower seeds.

"Yeah. According to what that demi-human said, it originally belonged to the Frost Wolf Clan of the demi-human race. It was teleported over to Yin City by a mage, then sent into the city. Brother Xiaoming, you understand what that means, right?"

"Teleported here..."

Huang Xiaoming furrowed his brow, instantly realizing the severity of the matter. A teleportation spell formation was magic that only a fifth-tier mage could construct.

"Yin City has been targeted by a demigod?!"

Huang Xiaoming shared Gu Xin's thoughts and immediately came to the same conclusion.

Whether that demigod mage was searching for something or had some other purpose, there was no doubt that Yin City was the target.

"Da Gu, do you want me to inform the Yin City authorities?"

Huang Xiaoming looked at Gu Xin.

"Yes. I'm just an ordinary college student. You're an official, Brother Xiaoming, so you have access to more people."

"This information is extremely important. If that demigod mage really has ill intentions, taking precautions in advance could prevent far too many losses. This is a major merit, Da Gu."

Huang Xiaoming looked at Gu Xin with admiration.

"If you get promoted, Brother Xiaoming, just remember to prepare more good stuff for me."

Gu Xin smiled casually. Indeed, if things went as Huang Xiaoming said, then the person who provided such vital intelligence would undoubtedly earn tremendous credit.

But Gu Xin did not care about that. Well, okay, he did care a little.

However, Gu Xin had no way of reaching Yin City's upper ranks. If he simply called the police, who knew whether the operator would take him seriously?

Even if they did, as the information was passed upward layer by layer, Gu Xin probably would not receive much benefit in the end.

But Huang Xiaoming was different. He was already a mid-ranking official with limitless potential.

If this merit went to him, he might even rise another rank within the Bureau of Governance. At the very least, he would reap enormous benefits.

"Isn't it a little too early to be talking about that?" Huang Xiaoming rolled his eyes.

"But as it happens, your big brother here killed a wyvern while on a mission some time ago. I've still got the body preserved. I'll give it to you."

"A wyvern? What tier?"

"Would your brother here give away some second-tier trash?"

Huang Xiaoming replied with great bravado.

"Brother Xiaoming, that's generous!"

Gu Xin's eyes lit up. A third-tier wyvern was excellent material for him.

He just did not know how badly damaged it was. As long as it was not missing an arm or a leg, it would be fine. Still, judging by Huang Xiaoming's words, the corpse was probably in excellent condition.

This was fantastic. A wyvern—though it was not a pure-blooded dragon, a wyvern was still pretty good.