Chapter 68

"Don't let your mind wander..." Han Fei shook his head repeatedly, banishing the thought. He took a deep breath, gazed at Lemuen with unprecedented devotion, and said, "Lend me your luck!"

"Ah?"

Lemuen tilted her head, her delicate brows furrowing slightly in confusion, her voice filled with bewilderment, "How can I lend this to you?"

Luck is such an elusive thing; even if Lemuen was willing, she couldn't think of a way to lend it to Han Fei.

Volume 1: Chapter 99 Joy

The next second, Han Fei very directly showed Lemuen what to do through his actions.

Han Fei then extended his right hand directly to Lemuen, his five fingers spread, and said, "Hold my hand and lend me your luck."

"Oh, I see."

Lemuen couldn't help but smile, a knowing smile appearing in her pink eyes.

She thought it would require some complicated Originium Arts, but it turned out to be just this warm touch.

She gently raised her slender, fair hand, and slowly, with an almost solemn tenderness, placed her fingertips on Han Fei's warm, broad palm, whispering, "Alright, I've lent you my luck, but..."

She winked playfully, "But be careful with it, okay? Don't squander it all at once."

Han Fei immediately closed his large hand, completely enveloping the slightly cool and soft small hand in his palm, as if he were truly holding something precious.

He took a deep breath, as if performing some kind of sacred ritual, and whispered, "Sister An, help me! Heart of Africa, come—!"

As he spoke, Han Fei solemnly opened the bag in front of him.

This was no ordinary soldier's bag. Although the corpse was deformed, making it impossible for Han Fei to recognize its original identity, the red color on its clothing still indicated that it was not a grunt, but an elite squad leader.

Special units have a chance to escape from the Heart of Africa!

Although Han Fei had never gotten his Heart of Africa was either in the Bird's Nest or the large safe in the key room—he had seen videos and knew that someone had gotten their Heart of Africa from a soldier's bag.

Even more outrageous, some people have found the Heart of Africa in shield soldier boxes that had been opened by others.

However, as the magnifying glass rotated, Han Fei's expression, like a rollercoaster, plummeted from anticipation to rock bottom—he collapsed.

The Heart of Africa? African Wood Carving!

The backpack didn't contain the Heart of Africa that Han Fei had been longing for; only the comically shaped wooden sculpture lay there forlornly, as if silently mocking Han Fei's wishful thinking.

"Looks like my luck isn't so good after all."

Lemuen crouched down, tilted her head slightly, looked at Han Fei's dejected face, and said in a voice as soft as a feather brushing against the heart, "Or, how about letting someone else try?"

His tone carried a perfectly balanced blend of self-deprecation and reassurance.

Don't say such things!

Han Fei immediately interrupted, gripping her hand even tighter, as if trying to draw more strength from her.

He turned his head, his gaze fixed intently on Lemuen, his tone resolute. "I believe in you, Remian! You're the best, you can do it! My Heart of Africa rests on your shoulders!"

"Really?"

Lemuen tilted her head, her pink eyes filled with gentle starlight, gazing intently at his slightly stubborn face. A sly smile quietly bloomed on her lips. "How about I lend you a little more?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the hand that Han Fei was holding suddenly moved slightly.

It's no longer just a simple handshake.

Her fingers deftly, with an irresistible tenderness, slowly slipped between Han Fei's fingers.

Their fingers were intertwined tightly.

She raised their tightly clasped hands, her smile dazzling in the soft morning light, yet her voice remained gentle. "Alright, now I've given you all my luck, okay? There's nothing left."

The close, tight fit between her palms, the delicate touch of her skin between her fingers, and the slightly smug smile on her face as she raised her hand to announce her arrival...

All of this made Han Fei feel, for the first time ever, completely lost and disoriented.

Han Fei always thought he had a strong heart and a skin as thick as a city wall. He wasn't afraid to mess with manhole covers and trash cans in the Laterano City.

But at this moment, an unfamiliar, scalding heat surged uncontrollably up to her cheeks and ears.

"Cough cough."

He coughed sharply twice, almost awkwardly turning his head away to avoid Lemuen's all-seeing gaze, trying to make his voice sound calm and even, and said in a feigned composure:

"Alright, watch me use all that luck I have to find a Heart of Africa."

The deliberately raised tone only betrayed his current panic and confusion.

Such disguise is almost as transparent as a sheet of paper in front of someone as perceptive as Lemuen.

But she just smiled, without the slightest intention of exposing him. Her other hand casually supported her cheek, her pink eyes curving into beautiful crescents. She gazed quietly, with boundless tolerance and tenderness, at the man beside her who was clearly shy but was still trying to appear calm.

Han Fei took a deep breath, as if to suppress the heat on his face. He reached out again, and there was a red elite bag on the ground. He glanced at the greatsword squad leader.

With his touch, the search interface immediately unfolded.

There weren't many things in the bag: one horizontal three-compartment bag and two single-compartment bags.

In the continent, there are almost no treasures in the three grids; most likely, they'll be random junk like armor repairmen.

The only thing Han Fei could hope for was those two squares at the top.

Soon, the first turn appeared, Han Fei stared at it intently. His expression instantly fell even more drastically than before.

Whose yogurt is it?

Lemuen's delicate brows furrowed slightly. What was inside the package was meaningless to her.

Her gaze remained fixed on the face of the man beside her. The undisguised disappointment between his brows was like a tiny thorn, gently pricking her heart.

"Still not working?" Lemuen's voice softened.

"Don't rush, it's not over yet."

Han Fei didn't close the search interface, and said without looking up.

Then the second one slowly began to rotate; the magnifying glass symbol kept rotating, showing no sign of stopping.

This undoubtedly made Han Fei's heart jump.

With his extensive experience, he knew all too well what was going on; it meant there was a room key in the bag!

Han Fei immediately forgot about Lemuen beside him and started muttering, "President, President, if it really doesn't work out, I can accept the Blue Core, I don't mind the East Building Manager's Office, and if all else fails, the King's Room will do, bro, please bro, give me a President's Room!"

As Han Fei muttered to himself, the black square revealed its true form.

This isn't a high-value red room key, but a gold-quality room key with a few small print on it:

[The Babel offers...]

Holy crap! That's awesome!

After a brief moment of surprise, an indescribable surge of joy coursed through Han Fei's body like an electric current, and excitement flooded his mind.

Almost instinctively, he turned around abruptly and swept Lemuen, who was crouching beside him, into his arms!

"Sister An!"

Han Fei's voice trembled with excitement. Holding the lithe girl in his arms, he even spun her around halfway in his arms, his face beaming with undisguised, childlike ecstasy. "You're my lucky star! My personal queen of luck!"

"Ah!"

Lemuen let out a short cry of surprise as her body was instantly lifted into the air.

Lemuen had absolutely no idea what was going on; she didn't even know what the greatsword leader possessed.

But at this moment, Han Fei's smile, as radiant as sunlight piercing through dark clouds, crashed into her eyes without reservation.

The pure, almost overflowing joy in that smile was more powerful than any explanation.

The next second, all the surprise on her face melted away, and a bright, pure smile, even a little silly from being infected by his happiness, bloomed on her face like a flower.

She even subconsciously wrapped her free hand around Han Fei's neck to steady herself and respond to this sudden, intense joy.

"Did I help you?" Lemuen's gentle voice sounded in his ear, carrying a hint of relief. "That's wonderful."

"Yes, Sister An."

Han Fei nodded vigorously, his movements so large they almost made Lemuen in his arms sway. He quickly steadied himself, his face showing genuine seriousness and gratitude, and said, "You're truly my lucky star, you're amazing, Sister An."

Don't be fooled by his constant use of "CEO" and the impression that he only cares about the red card and looks down on all others; in reality, he's just trying to motivate himself.

Veteran players know how difficult it is to get a red card. It's no exaggeration to say that getting a nine-slot red card is easier than getting a CEO card.

Han Fei's expectation was that having a purple room card would be a good deal.

Now, a gold key card undoubtedly exceeded his expectations.

That's wonderful!

Lemuen sensed his genuine joy, and her pink eyes filled with laughter.

She gently patted Han Fei's strong shoulder, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible mischief, reminding him, "But, my lucky warrior, shouldn't you put me down? If this keeps up, I'll forget how to put my feet on the ground."

Volume 1: Chapter 100 Beneath the Embers

"Call out--"

A long, drawn-out whistle, clearly tinged with mischief, suddenly came from Mostima's mouth.

She leaned against the SUV, her blue eyes gleaming with undisguised mockery, and said, "I think that Mr. Han Fei is truly incredibly charming."

Fiammetta was maintaining her crossbow when she heard the sound. She glanced at Mostima with a questioning look in her eyes.

Mostima gestured in that direction, Fiammetta looked over, just in time to see the two of them embracing each other.

Fiammetta raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, but not entirely, and said, "It doesn't seem so strange, after all, he's a good person, although, sometimes..."

Fiammetta paused, considered for a moment, and then used a non-offensive adjective. "Somewhat strange."

At the same time, in the carriage, Texas, sitting in the back seat, silently leaned against the window. Her eyesight was excellent, allowing her to clearly see how the pink-haired woman skillfully wedged her fingers between Han Fei's, and how Han Fei, in his excitement, picked up Lemuen.

Embrace...

The word flashed through Texas's mind. Although it wasn't a particularly shocking act, Texas instinctively wanted to turn her head away to avoid seeing the jarring scene.

But the next second, she suppressed that flutter of excitement and forced herself to continue watching.

In that instant, a flicker of competitiveness, one she herself was unaware of, swept through the depths of Texas's heart—if I were to run away like this, afraid to watch, wouldn't that be admitting that I was afraid?

The proud young lady refused to admit defeat. She silently watched the two embracing, a voice in her heart trying to explain: this was just unnecessary physical contact...

However, just as Texas was trying to convince herself, a clearer and more disturbing emotion welled up inside her.

--Discomfort.

It's like an intruder trespassing into a wolf pack's territory; the uninvited guest even inadvertently leaves behind its own scent.

Texas pursed her thin lips, forcibly suppressing this unexpected thought.

It was just unnecessary physical contact, nothing more... she murmured to herself.

"It's just a little strange, isn't it?"

Mostima muttered something to himself, then looked at the two embracing, and shook his head, saying, "Never mind, as long as he doesn't hurt Lemuen."

She never really cared about Han Fei, this foreigner, so she always kept her distance from Han Fei. It wasn't that she was deliberately distancing herself; it was just her personality.

Now, however, she clearly realized that it seemed impossible not to pay attention to him—after all, her best friend Lemuen was obviously making closer progress with him.

"You know her, she's not someone who's easy to approach."

Fiammetta looked towards Han Fei again, Han Fei had already Lemuen down.

So, Fiammetta looked away and said softly, "Since she's willing to open her heart to him, she must have her reasons."

"You're right."

Mostima stretched and said, "She's always been very opinionated; we really don't need to worry about her."

"Rather than worrying about this."

Fiammetta glanced at Han Fei again, who had already returned to the body and started searching again, his interlocked fingers still clasped together.

Fiammetta stared at the clasped hands, raising an eyebrow. "I'm more concerned about what he's searching for. Just some Sarkaz, what valuable could there be?"

Who knows?

Mostima shrugged, glanced sideways at Andoain who was flipping through a book, and said, "Captain, you seem quite relaxed."

Andoain lifted his gaze from the books, looked at the two girls beside him, and said with a gentle smile, "Is there anything I can do for you?"