Chapter 75

"If you were there, I think the most likely scenario would be that the person lying on the ground would simply increase from one to two."

Fiammetta was still struggling with guilt and self-blame when Han Fei was so blunt. She was speechless and fell silent.

What are you saying?

Lemuen playfully pinched Han Fei's arm, the pinch light but with a hint of annoyance, "Do you think I'm too weak?"

"Ah?"

Han Fei blinked again, looking completely innocent, and said, "No, I was just stating the facts."

Finally, he stood up, walked to Fiammetta's side, and patted her shoulder with his strong hand, offering reassurance. "What I'm saying may be a little harsh, but as an all-around penetrator who occasionally doubles as Shieldguards, from my observation, you probably can't handle it either. So, let's stick to the facts and not put too much pressure on yourself."

Perhaps it was because Han Fei had been Shieldguards for too long, but even though his strength wasn't great, Fiammetta felt a reassuring calmness within it.

She took a deep breath and said, "I might not be able to handle it either, but at least it's better than this, isn't it? At least then I wouldn't be a bystander, unlike now, where I can only find out what just happened from you."

"I understand. You feel that as a member of this team, it's a bit unfair that you couldn't be there for your teammates during that dangerous moment?"

Before Fiammetta could answer, Han Fei's large hand landed on Fiammetta's shoulder again, as if he were putting his arm around a good buddy.

At that moment, Fiammetta's body tensed up.

However, Han Fei made no extra moves. He put his arm around Fiammetta and, with undeniable force, half-pushed and half-forced her to the stone platform where Lemuen was sitting, and then pressed her down to sit next to Lemuen.

Then, Han Fei stood in front of the two of them, hands on his hips, looking intently at Lemuen: "So, Miss Lemuen, what are your thoughts on your teammate Fiammetta feeling guilty for not being able to go through life and death with you? Do you blame her?"

"Of course I won't blame her."

Lemuen gazed tenderly at Fiammetta and said softly, "We've fought side by side for so many years, don't you understand me, don't you understand Mostima? Don't put too much pressure on yourself. It's good that we're safe and sound, isn't it?"

Mostima chimed in, "Indeed, the world keeps turning no matter who's gone. Does that mean we can't live without Andoain? Of course not. Take it easy, relax, and stop overthinking."

"But you..."

Fiammetta hesitated, unsure what to say. She and Lemuen could indeed continue living in Laterano, but what about Mostima? The fallen angel could not continue living in Laterano.

Thinking of this, her emotions, which had finally been calmed down by Han Fei, fluctuated violently once again.

Fiammetta clenched her fists. She had trusted Andoain so much, but the more she trusted him then, the more she hated him now—hated the man who had ruined her life.

Perhaps sensing Fiammetta's thoughts, Lemuen took Fiammetta's hand and said softly, "Try to look on the bright side. At least for now, we're still alive."

The moment she finished speaking, Mostima's faint smile vanished almost instantly. She glanced instinctively at the extra tail behind her, then resumed her usual smile, saying easily, "Yes, as long as you're alive, there are endless possibilities. Don't worry."

Volume 1: Chapter 110 Time

Nothing more was said that night.

The next day, the group didn't linger; they packed their bags and set off back to Laterano.

There's still one target location left to clear out, but it's clear that now is not the right time to continue the mission.

The group was eager to return home and arrived in Laterano that afternoon.

As soon as Han Fei entered the city, he experienced Laterano's harsh treatment of fallen angels.

Several angels dressed in Notarial Office and armed with guns appeared in Han Fei's line of sight.

The next second, they stopped Mostima. The leader showed a document and coldly declared, "Mostima, we are the executors of the Notarial Office. Your actions of harming your fellow countrymen have violated the Laterano 'Law.' Please come with us."

Upon hearing this, Lemuen and Fiammetta immediately looked worried and simultaneously turned to Mostima.

On the contrary, Mostima, the person involved, seemed quite relaxed. A faint smile still played on her lips as she said, "Alright, then lead the way."

Finally, she turned to her teammates and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

After saying this, Mostima left with the executor.

The two only looked away when Mostima disappeared from view.

What should we do now?

Fiammetta glanced instinctively at the people around her, her beautiful fiery red eyes filled with confusion.

As a member of the Laterano Guard, Fiammetta never imagined that he would one day encounter this situation.

In particular, the one who was taken away was her closest comrade-in-arms, Mostima.

After a moment's hesitation, Lemuen tentatively suggested, "Perhaps we could consult Lord Patrician."

"No, absolutely not."

Fiammetta shook her head repeatedly, rejecting Lemuen's suggestion without hesitation, saying, "You know he's an old fogey, he won't help us. If we go to him, he'll just advise us to follow the rules."

"But what else can we do besides follow the rules?"

Lemuen's gentle voice held a hint of helplessness, "Little Fei, the only thing we can do is try to see her before she's banished from Laterano, isn't that right?"

Fiammetta was taken aback for a moment, then said somewhat dejectedly, "You're right."

Years of camaraderie made Fiammetta instinctively think of rescuing him, but Lemuen's words undoubtedly brought her mind back to the cold reality.

Rescuing Mostima? Too difficult.

Not to mention, even if Mostima were rescued, it wouldn't really change anything.

After all, the rule that fallen angels must be banished from Laterano is an ironclad law deeply ingrained in the minds of every Laterano.

Lemuen looked at the dejected Fiammetta and wanted to comfort her, but for a moment she didn't know how to begin.

Lemuen glanced subconsciously at Han Fei beside her. This man always helped her when she needed it, which undoubtedly made Lemuen feel a sense of dependence that she herself was unaware of.

Now, Lemuen subconsciously wanted to seek help from Han Fei.

Noticing Lemuen's gaze, Han Fei smiled at her and said, "Anyway, don't worry. If I remember correctly, although Laterano will expel the fallen angels, it won't harm her. Mostima's worst-case scenario right now is being locked up in a dark room, but her personal safety is not a concern."

Upon hearing this answer, Texas couldn't help but put her hand to her forehead.

She knew her boss meant well, but these words didn't sound like they would offer any comfort.

Lemuen reacted similarly to Texas; she couldn't help but pinch her brow and look at Han Fei with a helpless expression.

This man is good in every way, except that he's sometimes too abstract and sometimes too straightforward.

Lemuen said, "Let's go back first, put our luggage away, and then discuss what to do next."

No one objected, and they returned to the apartment with Lemuen.

As soon as Han Fei entered, he heard a vibrant voice:

"Sis, you're back!"

With a light, quick footstep, the red-haired Lemuen appeared before the group.

But soon, Lemuen realized something was wrong and asked in confusion, "Hey, sis, why are you the only ones here? Where are Andoain and Mostima?"

"Something unexpected happened."

Lemuen said softly, "Xiao Le, can I explain it to you after we've put our things away?"

"Oh, I'll help you."

Lemuen lent a hand and helped everyone settle their luggage.

Afterwards, the group returned to the living room, where Lemuen briefly explained to Lemuen what had happened.

After hearing it, Lemuen was completely dumbfounded.

"So, sis, you almost died? Mostima even fell from the sky because she saved you?"

"Yes."

Lemuen sighed softly, a hint of melancholy in her voice.

What was supposed to be another uneventful clearing operation turned out to be quite different from what I expected.

"How could Andoain do this..."

Lemuen clenched her small fists, then silently walked up to Han Fei and said solemnly, "Thank you, I'll remember this kindness. If you ever need anything, just tell me, and I'll definitely help you!"

"There's no need to be so formal."

Han Fei waved his hand and said, "So, the next step is to find a way to visit Mostima, right?"

"Um."

Lemuen nodded slightly. "We are comrades after all, and we must see her before she leaves."

"OK."

Han Fei nodded, his gaze subtly sweeping across the countdown timer in his field of vision.

The countdown in the field of vision has less than 48 hours left.

Compared to the game, this time is actually quite ample, considering that a typical game match of searching, attacking, and retreating only takes about 30 minutes.

However, correspondingly, Han Fei's desire to evacuate is subject to even more stringent conditions.

Both are two gates, but in the Space City, Han Fei could find his way around even with his eyes closed; he knew exactly where each gate was.

But in Laterano, he still doesn't know where the gate is!

Therefore, even with just over a day left, Han Fei had to consider shutting down the power and evacuating.

I can probably accompany them to visit Mostima, then I'll have to find the gate and evacuate.

Thinking this through, Han Fei said, "In that case, should we rest for a while, or go directly to find a way in?"

"Xiao Fei."

Lemuen looked at Fiammetta again and said softly, "This time, are we really going to see Patrician?"

Fiammetta hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll bring it up with him, but it might not be ideal."

"We should always give it a try." Lemuen smiled gently yet resolutely. "What if?"

Volume 1: Chapter 111 Power-Off Point

Fiammetta's efficiency has always been astonishing. The moment she agreed, she turned and headed straight for her grandfather—the Papal Knight Patrician, known for his rigidity.

This decisive attitude, however, gave Han Fei an opportunity, an opportunity he desperately needed—the opportunity to find the "gateway".

"Shall I go with you?" Han Fei immediately suggested, his tone casually tentative. "I haven't really explored Laterano properly yet. While you're going to see the old man, I'll wander around the area."

"Um?"

Lemuen gave a soft, questioning hum, her pink eyes turning to Han Fei with a look of confusion. "Xiao Fei is off on business, she probably won't have time to show you around."

She paused, then her signature gentle smile returned. "If you want to experience the charm of Laterano, once things have settled down, I can be your guide and show you around."

"Well..."

Han Fei scratched his head and said, "There might not be enough time."

Lemuen's smile froze instantly, as if a pause button had been pressed.

The next second, she quickly adjusted her expression, her probing gaze fixed on Han Fei: "Are you leaving?"

"Yes."

Han Fei readily admitted without any hesitation, "I told you when we first met, didn't I? I wouldn't stay here for long."

"So that's how it is. Time really flies."

Lemuen lowered her head slightly, her pink hair falling down and obscuring most of her face, making it impossible to discern her expression.

However, when she looked up again, her bright smile seemed unwavering, "Since time is precious, then I should be your guide!"

"Well..."

Han Fei was completely speechless and could only continue scratching his head, "Really, no need to trouble yourself, I'm just taking a walk..."

His original intention was simply to check where the gate was; if it was convenient, he would pull the gate; if not, he would make other plans.

"Do you know the streets of Laterano?" Lemuen's voice was still gentle, but carried an undeniable concern. "What if you get lost?"

"I don't think we'll get lost," Han Fei said, sounding a little unsure.

"Alright, it's settled then!" Lemuen gave him no chance to refuse, making the final decision. "Xiao Fei will go find her grandfather, and I'll show you around. As for Xiao Le..."

Her gaze shifted to her younger sister Lemuen, then swept over Texas, who stood silently to the side. A gentle smile played on her lips. "Would you mind staying here and properly entertaining Miss Texas?"

Lemuen hesitated instinctively for a moment, but then, under Lemuen's gaze, she obediently nodded and said, "Alright then."

Upon hearing Lemuen's arrangement, Han Fei subconsciously glanced at Texas.

Their gazes met in mid-air.