“Miss Xu, you really aren’t afraid I might have bad intentions.” Wumao forced himself to look away.
That was a whole large bottle…
A rough count, at least a dozen or more pills.
Wumao knew that even Murong Qiyue would be very reluctant to consume this kind of pill herself.
Hearing Wumao’s words, Xu Tianjiao was startled. “Mr. Wu, what are you talking about?”
“I’m saying you shouldn’t let others see this bottle of pills,” Wumao said with a wry smile. “If it were anyone else today, they might have killed you to steal them.”
“Kill me to steal them?” Xu Tianjiao glanced at Wumao and chuckled. “Mr. Wu, that’s not a funny joke. What’s there to steal about these? They’re just pills that help the body recover. Shaohua got them from who knows where. She said my heart isn’t great, which is why she gave me this bottle.”
Seeing Ye Shaohua approaching, Xu Tianjiao immediately waved at her, then remembered Wumao. “Oh, by the way, you seem to like them. Here, take them. But Shaohua said not to take too many in a day, two at most.”
“Give them to me?” Wumao pointed at himself, incredulous. “Are you sure?”
“What’s the big deal?” Xu Tianjiao casually tossed the small bottle to Wumao. “I have several more large bottles at home. Two pills a day would last me for years. I only use this small bottle for daily carry because the big ones are too cumbersome.”
She waved her hand dismissively.
Wumao: “?”
Several large bottles? Enough for years?
People describe Murong Qiyue’s pills as precious, counting them one by one. You’re describing yours in terms of several large bottles and years?!
Talking like that in the Dragon Group, or in the international supernatural community, is definitely going to get you killed!
Seeing Xu Tianjiao’s demeanor, Wumao knew she wasn’t lying.
“…Please, never tell me where you live,” Wumao said, looking at Xu Tianjiao with utter seriousness. “Even if I force you, don’t tell me.”
Xu Tianjiao caught on to something. The pills Ye Shaohua gave her seemed far from the simple things she had imagined.
Thinking this, she smiled at Wumao. “It wouldn’t matter if I told you. Shaohua lives at my place.”
Wumao: “…” Can’t afford to offend that.
“The person has been taken away by the team.” Ye Shaohua got into the passenger seat and, seeing the pills in Wumao’s hand, raised an eyebrow.
Wumao immediately offered the bottle back to the bigshot. “Miss Xu gave them to me. I didn’t plan on keeping them, really!”
Ye Shaohua withdrew her gaze. “Enough, if she gave them to you, just keep them.”
Wumao’s injuries had already begun to heal.
When he was dropped back at the Dragon Group, he was still staring blankly at the small glass bottle in his arms.
“Shaohua, is this where you work?” Xu Tianjiao also got out of the car, frowning at the sign outside the Dragon Group building.
Wumao finally snapped out of his daze. He coughed. “Our boss says, a true master hides in the city…”
Ye Shaohua glanced at him but said nothing.
Wumao walked back into the Dragon Group like a sleepwalker.
“Wumao, didn’t you say you were dying?” Yikuai and the others, who had been waiting for him to return, saw him sitting properly in his chair and angrily grabbed him, thumping him hard.
“I specifically called Miss Ye to save you, and this is how you repay our concern? You’re cleaning the toilets for a week!” Yimao, equally furious, joined in the thumping.
Wumao dodged, covering his head. “Stop, stop! I really was dying, but look at this!”
To save his skin, he immediately pulled out the glass bottle from his pocket.
Yun Mu immediately recognized the pills in the bottle as the same ones he had seen at Xu Tianjiao’s place last time. He narrowed his eyes slightly. “Did Miss Ye give you these?”
Wumao wiped his face. “Boss, you knew about them?” Then he looked at the others and lowered his voice. “This time, our team has really struck gold. These are pills, and their medicinal effect is dozens of times better than those concocted by the one in Group B. I can tell you for sure, Miss Ye must have made these.”
Hearing Wumao say this, the looks in Yikuai and the others’ eyes instantly turned blazing hot.
“I knew it,” Wukuai, whom Ye Shaohua had saved, also nodded. “Miss Ye is definitely not ordinary. She could even save me from such severe injuries.”
The group sat together, buzzing about it for a long time.
They really wanted to tag Ye Shaohua and ask her about the specifics, but under Yun Mu’s watchful gaze, they ultimately withdrew their itching fingers and chose to remain silent.
“Where’s the person brought in today?” Yun Mu tapped the table.
“On the tenth basement level.” Wumao stood up, ready to lead Yun Mu there.
Yun Mu, along with Wumao, Yimao, and the others, took the elevator down to the tenth basement level.
Although the place was outwardly just a “Neighborhood Committee” with two eight-story buildings, the real workings were underground. There were twenty-eight basement levels in total, an ancient and vast complex.
From the tenth level down, they held criminals who weren’t ordinary humans.
As they were entering the elevator, a young man was coming out of it.
The man had the handsome looks of someone currently popular in the entertainment industry.
“Chief Yun.” Seeing Yun Mu, he was momentarily stunned, then spoke respectfully.
After the elevator doors closed, he finally walked away.
“An Muheng is back?” Inside the elevator, Wumao was surprised. “Wasn’t he chasing after Miss Murong, took on a mission in the US, and has been there all this time?”
Yikuai wasn’t surprised at all. “He left his own engagement party on the spot for Miss Murong. Now that Miss Murong is back, naturally he comes back as soon as his mission is done. But things don’t look good for him. That Qiu Zihang is getting very close to Miss Murong.”
Wumao shook his head. “An Muheng always seemed so proper, never thought he’d get bewitched like this. I heard his previous fiancée was an ordinary person. What a pity. I wonder how that girl is doing now.”
Being abandoned by her fiancé at their engagement party as he ran off after another woman – that would surely leave psychological scars, right?
Yimao had investigated Ye Shaohua. Although he hadn’t found the source of her abilities, he was very clear about the situation between her and An Muheng.
Hearing their questions, he pressed his lips together and remained silent.
“Can’t entirely blame An Muheng,” Wumao said with a casual smile. “After all, Miss Murong does have that kind of capital. Weren’t we all quite envious of them back then?”
Powerful abilities, plus her mysterious artifact forging and pill refining – it wasn’t just in China; international superpowered individuals paid close attention to her too.
