Chapter 139

Han Fei then turned around, looked at Theresa, and chuckled, "Hello, from today onwards, I am an operator of Babel."

"Huh?!"

Even though Theresa had seen a lot, she couldn't help but widen her eyes in disbelief.

Good grief, what kind of development is this? She was only gone for a short while, and now her new boss is her subordinate?!

"Boss?"

Texas frowned; this was not good news to her.

She didn't want to be inexplicably drawn into the Babel.

Seeing this, Han Fei explained the whole story.

This made Texas's brows furrow slightly, and she said expressionlessly, "You scared me."

That indifferent demeanor paired with that slightly aggrieved complaint created a strangely endearing contrast, making it rather cute.

"Wow, so cute."

Han Fei couldn't help but pinch Texas's little face and said, "My Cellinia is so cute."

Texas glanced at Han Fei, but didn't say anything. She simply turned her head away to avoid Han Fei's mischievous hand, looking to the side as if she didn't want to pay attention to him.

But the pinkish tinge on her tail, and its slight swaying, betrayed the girl's good mood.

Seeing Lemuen's expression became subtle, but she didn't say anything, instead asking, "So what should we do next?"

Han Fei's attention was naturally drawn to this, and he said, "Do you even need to ask? Let's eat! The entire Babel isn't something you can just search anywhere."

"I don't recommend you do that," Theresa said. "I can't go everywhere with you."

She looked at Han Fei apologetically and said softly, "I'm a 'dead person' now, and I can't accompany you in front of them. Without my company, if you act too recklessly, it might cause trouble."

"Tsk, that's true."

Han Fei nodded slightly, indicating his understanding. There was no other way; Theresa's "death" was necessary. She had to become a "dead person" in order to stop this civil war.

The fewer people who know about this, the better; therefore, even the members of the Babel must keep it a secret.

However, when this topic came up, Han Fei started to worry again and asked, "Can you still go to Closure?"

"That's fine."

Theresa said softly, "Since we're recruiting her, we'll be spending more time together in the future, so it's okay to tell her."

"Furthermore, I will do this in secret, without letting anyone else know I exist."

"Okay, I'll search for it myself then, that way the target will be smaller," Han Fei said.

"I want to go too!"

Upon hearing that dinner was served, Remy Lemuen raised her hand and said, "Boss, I'm not full yet!"

"You still have space in your bag?" Han Fei raised an eyebrow. Lemuen was the one who ate the most meals.

"Uh, it seems like that's all." Lemuen scratched her head.

She'd already eaten the entire top floor, plus the safe mission, plus a CEO, and with bullets in her bag, there really wasn't much space left.

White eggs? White eggs were thrown away long ago!

That stuff isn't worth much; it's not as good as supplies!

Lemuen now only has level 3 or higher bullets remaining, so she still has combat capability, but she can't fight for long.

"How about this, you can take my backpack."

Lemuen said softly, "I have some things in my backpack that aren't very valuable. You can go and replace them."

As she spoke, Lemuen took off her backpack.

"Thank you, sis!"

The two exchanged backpacks, Lemuen happily took her sister's backpack, walked to Han Fei's side, and said, "Come on, boss, let's go eat!"

"OK."

Han Fei nodded slightly. He hadn't eaten much; the top floor was for Xiao Le, and the "morgue" was for Texas and Lemuen. His backpack still had a lot of room for improvement.

"Be careful, we'll wait for you here. If anything happens, we'll come right away."

"Be careful on the road, and please don't act recklessly to avoid causing unnecessary misunderstandings."

Two gentle voices rang out simultaneously, Lemuen and Theresa, who were speaking, instinctively looked at each other.

The next second, the two gentle and graceful women simultaneously revealed remarkably similar, tolerant, and serene smiles.

Volume 1: Chapter 173 Closure

Theresa did not chat with Lemuen for long.

She is already a "dead" person, and a dead person should have the self-awareness of a dead person.

Staying out all the time makes it easy for her to be discovered, especially since she also has the task of being a "new boss and employee".

Soon, she quietly left the corridor with Ines.

Lemuen didn't ask any further questions. Babel knew Theresa far better than she did, so she wasn't worried that the other woman would get lost.

With Theresa gone, and the most lively Lemuen also absent, only she and Texas were left alone, and the corridor suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Lemuen is not shy at all; she can handle talkative people with ease and engage in lively conversation.

But unfortunately, Texas wasn't a talkative girl.

Lemuen watched as she leaned against the wall, her eyes vacant, seemingly lost in thought, radiating an aura of cold indifference that kept strangers at bay.

Lemuen wasn't in a hurry. She waited patiently for a while before slowly breaking the silence:

What are you thinking about?

"Um?"

Texas snapped out of her reverie at the sound, glanced at Lemuen, and instinctively replied, "Nothing."

But as soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them.

The time they've spent together has proven that Lemuen is an extremely gentle companion, and Texas always feels exceptionally relaxed when she's with her.

At this moment, the serene and beautiful smile on the other person's face was so gentle that it put one at ease; my own response seemed far too distant and cold.

She paused, then changed her words, saying, "I was just thinking... about what would happen next."

Is this our future?

Lemuen gracefully walked to Texas's side, mimicking her gesture by gently leaning against the wall, turning her head to look at her as if to say, "Would you like to talk to me?"

"Um."

Texas responded softly. Perhaps it was the word "we" that touched her, for her tone softened unconsciously. "Our team is expanding, but if I remember correctly, four people seems to be the maximum number for a squad."

"Oh, so that's what it was about."

Lemuen nodded with a knowing look on her face. "Yes, I remember it the same way."

She paused briefly, then added softly, "Actually, I've already mentioned it to him before, but... he doesn't seem to care much."

"Yeah?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Texas's eyes.

"Yes, it was while you and Theresa went to 'activate the card'," Lemuen explained.

"I see."

Texas withdrew her gaze, looking down at the ground. A few strands of hair slipped down, obscuring her profile and making it difficult for Lemuen to see her expression.

Even so, Lemuen could still vaguely guess Texas's thoughts.

This wasn't due to any empathy, nor was it because of her exceptional observational skills; rather, it stemmed from the unspoken understanding between girls in similar circumstances.

--Where are the similarities? Perhaps they lie in the fact that both of them have some kind of ambiguous, inexplicable relationship with Han Fei.

So Lemuen said softly, "Let him decide. Whatever choice he makes, I will support him."

"Indeed."

Texas nodded slightly, and when she glanced at Lemuen again, her gaze held a hint of scrutiny and curiosity.

Noticing her gaze, Lemuen tilted her head and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"Aren't you worried?" Texas asked softly. "That demon king is somewhat similar to you."

Where do they resemble each other?

Lemuen blinked, then a slight smile curved her lips, "Lemuen is Lemuen, Theresa is Theresa. We've never been the same person."

Seeing her reaction, Texas withdrew her gaze and simply replied, "It's good that you know what you're doing."

Don't you have any confidence?

Lemuen countered with a question, then lowered her voice, a hint of slyness in it. "But speaking of which, I think it's time we did something about our little boss, don't you think?"

Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible ripple finally appeared in Texas's usually calm and composed eyes.

She didn't reply, but simply looked at Lemuen quietly, waiting for her to continue.

Lemuen looked up and met Texas's gaze; their eyes met silently in the air.

Texas doesn't actually know Lemuen that well.

If Lemuen was standing here, she would definitely recognize it—this is a sign that her sister's "cunning" side is about to surface.

But Texas is not Lemuen.

Her relationship with Lemuen was far less intimate than her relationship with Lemuen.

Therefore, she could only vaguely sense that beneath Lemuen's still gentle and serene smile, there seemed to be a faint, almost imperceptible, excitement flickering within.

But the feeling was so vague that Texas couldn't even be sure if it was just her imagination.

"You see, our team is indeed getting bigger and bigger."

Lemuen still had a faint smile on her lips. "But have you noticed? They're all girls. And they're all girls of marriageable age."

Seeing that Texas still didn't speak, Lemuen continued, "You, me, Xiao Le, we've all come this far because of our ties with him, but what about those two?"

Texas understood and said, "You mean, remind him not to act so recklessly, is that right?"

"No, that's not what I meant."

Lemuen suddenly stepped forward, walked to Texas's side, and leaned down as if to whisper to Texas.

In that instant, Texas's body tensed up abruptly.

Lemuen was indeed a partner she acknowledged, but this level of intimacy was unprecedented for Texas, making her feel somewhat uneasy.

But ultimately, trust in his partner suppressed his body's instinctive reaction.

Despite feeling somewhat uncomfortable, Texas didn't push Lemuen away.

Furthermore, she did indeed feel a growing curiosity about Lemuen's plans.

Lemuen whispered in her ear, "I mean, we can do this..."

The girl's faint fragrance and gentle voice gradually relaxed Texas's tense body.

But as the conversation continued, her nerves, which had finally relaxed, tightened again, and even the tips of her ears turned a faint blush.

After explaining the plan, Lemuen straightened up and looked at Texas, who was clearly a bit excited, with great interest, and said, "What do you think?"

Texas forcefully suppressed the stirrings in her heart, trying to shake off the words that had just made her blush and her heart race, and said calmly, "Your courage is even greater than I imagined..."

However, her still-reddened ears and her tightly clenched fists that still trembled uncontrollably spoke volumes about the turmoil that Lemuen's words had stirred in Texas's heart at that moment.

"I'm Laterano."

Lemuen remained the same gentle older sister, as if she weren't the woman who had just made Texas blush and her heart race with just a few words. She chuckled and said, "I may not be as lively as Xiao Le, but I'm a true Laterano."

Lemuen could never be associated with the word "cowardly." Despite her gentle demeanor and caring older sister appearance, she was actually a genuine wheelchair speed shooting champion in the original Ark storyline.

Would someone with a weak heart dare to do this kind of work?

Texas remained silent for a long time, then suddenly asked, "So when are you starting?"

"Me?"