Chapter 113

But then, Han Fei shook his head.

Where is the boss?

A normal boss wouldn't have a "warm-up" phase!

The other escort team owners mostly just wait for the escorts to rampage and kill everything, then feast on their spoils.

But this one doesn't wait for the escorts to be killed; she herself is the strongest firepower!

Once overload mode is activated, it doesn't care about anything else; just pull the trigger and it's game over.

Texas noticed Han Fei's unusual behavior and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you shaking your head all of a sudden?"

"Fine."

Han Fei waved his hand, indicating that it wasn't something that needed special explanation, and then said, "Let's go search too, and then we should go back and meet up."

"Good."

Texas nodded slightly, then separated from Han Fei and began searching for the spoils of war.

Hedley brought quite a few people with him this time, and even with three people, it still took some time to finish eating.

After searching through everything, Han Fei's earnings for the game had exceeded 800,000.

However, some of the accounts are false.

His level 5 armor was worth nearly 200,000, but in reality, armor with a durability cap of 63 was practically unsellable. Moreover, with such durability, the Asara armor would be essentially unusable after just one more repair, making it pointless to bring it back to the Special Operations Center.

Then there's the greatsword of Hedley, which isn't anything particularly special, only worth a little over 300,000, the price of a standard half-modified gun.

It can only be said that the Sarkaz don't really have anything of value—just like their fellow countrymen in Asara.

Only a big hand like HAAVK can earn warm Haf Coins.

Before long, the three returned. Han Fei looked at the girls and asked, "How much did you all eat?"

"Eat?"

Texas tilted her head.

Han Fei explained, "It just came out of my head; it means how much loot they collected."

That's how it is in Asia; few people talk about searching bags, but many talk about eating them.

At least Han Fei was like that; before, it was always "You eat this bun, right?" instead of "You search for this bun, right?"

Texas nodded in understanding, then her gaze lingered on what was in front of her for a moment before she said, "My winnings for this game are 1.64 million."

"Exusiai?" Han Fei asked Xiao Le.

"I don't even have 500,000!"

Lemuen pouted, looking quite unhappy, and said, "There are so many things, I can't carry them all! Boss, I need a big backpack!"

"Is it that bad?"

Han Fei scratched his head, thinking to himself that he really Exusiai a red envelope next time.

Don't ask, the answer is the boss is here.

"It's just awful!"

Lemuen raised her voice a few decibels, looking quite unhappy, and complained, "I don't know if I'm just unlucky, or if the Sarkaz are just that poor. Apart from that guy named Hedley having some valuables on him, I haven't found any other treasures!"

"I like to tell the truth; being poor is normal."

Han Fei patted Lemuen on the shoulder and encouraged her, "They're just mercenaries, what valuable stuff could they possibly have?"

Even top-secret drones wouldn't have gold accents on their bags; blue and green are the norm.

Purple?

The most common item is probably the used purple armor repair kit.

"That's really exaggerated, boss."

Lemuen still looked upset. "Ugh, every time I search, I have such high hopes for what's inside, but every time I just find some worthless junk. It's so infuriating!"

"So, you're keeping this card?"

Texas walked up to Lemuen, a gold card between her fingers. "This might make you a little happier."

"No way."

Lemuen shook her head repeatedly, "I want the card that I find myself, and the important thing is the process of finding it; that process is particularly interesting."

Han Fei curled his lips into a smile, reached out and ruffled Lemuen's hair, and said, "Well then, next, we'll go to a really lucrative place, the kind where you're guaranteed to have a blast searching."

Simply saying "very fat" might not be understood by either Lemuen or Texas, but they understood it when they considered the second half of the sentence.

"Are there a lot of supplies there?!"

Yes, it is.

Han Fei put his arm around Lemuen's shoulder and walked towards Lemuen, saying, "Let me tell you, not only are the supplies plentiful, but there are also extremely rare limited-edition collectibles. You know, these are high-value items that can only be found here, nowhere else. Each one is worth several million."

Upon hearing this, Lemuen's eyes lit up immediately, and she exclaimed, "Really?! I want to go! Boss, shall we leave now?!"

"Go find your sister first, don't rush," Han Fei reassured her.

Behind them, Texas watched them walk away, her expression somewhat subtle.

Even though Lemuen was a very pretty and lively girl, for some reason, when she saw Han Fei and Xiao Le with their arms around each other, she couldn't feel any romantic feelings between them. Instead, they seemed more like good buddies.

Just as Texas was lost in thought, Lemuen's voice came from ahead, saying, "Texas? Let's go!"

"They've arrived."

Texas suppressed her chaotic thoughts, jogged a few steps, and followed.

Before long, the three returned to the River Valley. Han Fei didn't let Texas and Lemuen accompany him on the climb; instead, he went alone to pick up Lemuen.

He walked to the bottom of the steep cliff, looked up and called out, "Sister An? Come down."

"They've arrived."

As the gentle voice faded, Lemuen and Ines appeared simultaneously at the edge of the cliff.

Lemuen still had that gentle, smiling look, while Ines... seemed to have lost her soul, staring blankly into the void.

Lemuen held the gun steadily with both hands, looked down at Han Fei and said, "Then, I'll get her down first, you catch her."

"Okay," Han Fei replied, his gaze locking onto Ines's likely landing spot. "Throw it."

Before she could finish speaking, Lemuen pushed him away without hesitation, without any hesitation or regard for his posture.

--Ines fell straight down the cliff like a puppet with its strings cut.

Han Fei's eyes sharpened, and with a nimble side roll, he precisely caught the landing point below, spreading his arms wide to steadily catch the dazed, falling figure.

"Bang!"

Even though he was prepared, the solid impact still made Han Fei stagger and take two steps back before regaining his balance.

Ines certainly has a great figure, and she's quite substantial.

But Han Fei showed no hesitation and released his hand almost the instant he regained his footing, gesturing for Ines to stand still.

However, Ines seemed to have left her body at that moment. As soon as Han Fei let go, she completely forgot to support herself, her legs went weak, and she fell heavily to the ground with a "thud".

It wasn't until a dull pain shot through her buttocks that she jolted awake, her unfocused pupils refocusing, and she stared blankly up at Han Fei before her, a hint of bewilderment and lingering fear in her eyes.

Han Fei naturally noticed her gaze, but he didn't look away, his eyes remaining firmly fixed on the gentle figure above him, his voice unconsciously softening:

"Come down, I'll catch you."

"Then I'll get down."

Lemuen chuckled, took two steps back, and with a light running start, leaped off the cliff without hesitation!

Han Fei's gaze never left her. He opened his arms, as if welcoming a weary bird returning to its nest, and precisely and gently embraced the falling girl completely, steadily, and tightly into his arms.

Lemuen didn't immediately break free. She tilted her head up slightly, their breaths mingling so closely that they could clearly hear each other's breathing, and her warm breath brushed against Han Fei's cheek.

Her smiling eyes gazed unblinkingly into his, her voice as soft as a feather:

"I was worried that you wouldn't be able to stand properly when you picked me up."

The distance was so close that I could see every single trembling eyelash.

Han Fei almost instinctively tightened his arms around her waist, holding her even closer, and blurted out:

No way.

His voice was lower, carrying a natural intimacy, "You're quite light, much lighter than her."

"Hmm? So you were secretly comparing me to her, huh?"

Lemuen tilted her head back, a sly glint in her eyes, and a playful smile curved her lips, "So, you mean my figure isn't as good as hers?"

Her fingertips lightly touched his chest, a playful probing gesture.

"?!"

A strong will to survive instantly seized Han Fei. Almost instinctively, he launched into a rapid-fire, resolute denial. "Absolutely not! Impossible! Sister An, don't wrong me!"

Seeing his eagerness to distance himself, Lemuen finally couldn't hold back and burst out laughing, her shoulders trembling slightly.

She smiled and gently patted his back reassuringly, "Okay, okay, I was just teasing you. Look how nervous you are."

His tone was full of smug satisfaction at having successfully tricked her.

Let go of me.

Han Fei released her hand as instructed, Lemuen landed lightly back on the ground. After regaining her balance, she naturally smoothed the stray strands of hair at her temples, her gentle smile returning to her face, and steered the conversation back on track. "So, how was the trip?"

Han Fei composed himself and nodded, saying, "It's alright, a little over two million in total."

"Huh? Are there that many?"

Lemuen's eyes widened slightly, revealing genuine surprise, then her smile deepened, her eyes crinkling. "That's very good!"

"It's alright."

Han Fei responded, "Having a gold card is certainly not bad."

But Han Fei wasn't satisfied with that, and added, "However, it's still a bit too little."

This is top secret Brakkesh, even a four-man team, and only 2 million is not much!

A four-man team attacking Jumi Brakkesh isn't even about kiting; it's a full-on assault. Adding up the profits, the minimum guaranteed return should be at least eight million, right?

Four people eating two million together is truly not as good as Secret Dam.

Seeing Han Fei's absent-minded look, Lemuen knew that this little money-grubber was definitely doing math again.

However, Lemuen didn't object to him being a little money-grubber. She had already been to the Special Operations Center and visited the trading house, and knew how worthless those Haf Coins were.

If that's the case, how can they support so many employees if they don't take advantage of the system?

Lemuen won't stop his greed; she'll only do what she has to do.

Just like now.

"You're so greedy."

Lemuen extended her slender index finger, a smile of indulgence mixed with helplessness, and gently poked Han Fei's brow, softly reminding him, "Don't let greed blind you, my little boss~"

"Where is it small?"

Han Fei was lost in thought when suddenly a cool fingertip touched his brow. He instinctively raised an eyebrow, straightened his back, and spoke with a hint of defiant inquiry.

Being called "little boss" is fine, but the word "little" makes it feel a bit off.

"Age, huh?"

Lemuen blinked, a mischievous glint in her eyes, and deliberately drew out the last syllable, "I'm the older sister, you know~"

She leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against his ear, her voice soft yet undeniably intimate. "What do you think, my... boss brother?"

"..."

For a fleeting moment, Han Fei's feelings became extremely subtle and complex.

Logically speaking, Lemuen is indeed a bit older than him, so calling him "brother" is perfectly natural and logically sound.

But emotionally...