Chapter 144
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Chapter 144: Return
“So,”
Chen Muye continued, “it’s not that simple. Such contracts that can directly bind at the soul level and affect the mind are extremely rare. Even the Church of the Ancient Gods doesn’t have many of them in their collection. Each one is only used on individuals they deem valuable and with potential.”
“Moreover, the main purpose of developing [Believers] for the Church of the Ancient Gods is to address the issue of insufficient numbers. If they choose to use a [Believer] as an undercover agent within the Night Watchers, it would, in a sense, be a waste.”
“Furthermore, such contracts are not absolute control. In some cases, the controlled can use hints to alert others. For instance, what Han Shaoyun said about solving the problem fundamentally falls into this category. Therefore, allowing [Believers] to infiltrate the Night Watchers still carries certain risks.”
Hearing this, Hong Ying finally sighed in relief.
Lin Qiye also nodded slightly. Indeed, if analyzed this way, infiltrating the Night Watchers with [Believers] would indeed be more trouble than it’s worth.
“However, if the controlled party holds a high position, it’s a different story…”
This isn’t a conspiracy theory from Lin Qiye; he just instinctively considers the worst-case scenarios. Being a waste doesn’t mean it won’t be done, and having few in number doesn’t mean there are none at all.
“It’s always good to stay vigilant.”
Anyway, the first battle of the new year is over. With the [Believer] holding the thirteenth seat and the Sea Realm strongman dealt with by Yuan Gang, this should be the end of the top-tier forces behind the assassination. This incident should be considered over. Wen Qimo stretched lazily.
“By the way, Little Seven, you should return to the camp tomorrow night,” Hong Ying sighed. “The next time I see you will be in half a year.”
“By then, you’ll be a real Night Watcher.”
Wu Xiangnan smiled.
Lin Qiye chuckled. Actually… half a year will pass quickly.
Time in the training camp seems to go slowly, but it also seems to pass in the blink of an eye. He still vividly remembers arriving at the training camp gate with his pink suitcase for the first time.
“By the way,” Chen Muye seemed to remember something and stopped, “Tomorrow, invite your friends over for dinner at my place.”
Lin Qiye was taken aback.
“Previously, since both of you were each other’s targets, it wasn’t convenient to gather. Now that things have settled, as the host in Cangnan, it’s appropriate to have a meal at home.”
“But the office is the Night Watchers’ base. It’s not easy for outsiders to enter…” Wu Xiangnan pondered.
“Come to my house!” Hong Ying patted her chest. “My place is big enough!”
Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I’ll ask them…”
The next afternoon.
Lin Qiye, along with Bai Li Pangpang, Cao Yuan, and a reluctant Shen Qingzhu, stood at the villa’s door.
Bai Li Pangpang looked at the villa and then at Lin Qiye, surprised. “Wow, Little Seven, your living conditions are pretty good!”
“This is a friend’s house. I’m just staying here temporarily,” Lin Qiye shrugged.
Cao Yuan sniffed, swallowed, and said, “I smell meat…”
He and Bai Li Pangpang, along with Shen Qingzhu, had been cooped up in a lovers’ hotel for the past few days, eating takeout and instant noodles. Combined with the mediocre food in the camp over the past six months, he was almost at his limit.
“Aren’t you a monk?”
“No, I just have a heart of Buddha.”
Shen Qingzhu looked at the villa and frowned. “Didn’t you say you were inviting friends for dinner? Why am I here too?”
Lin Qiye and the others turned and looked at him with curiosity.
Bai Li Pangpang helplessly rubbed his forehead, walked up, and patted Shen Qingzhu’s shoulder. “Being proud has its limits, doesn’t it? Inviting you here is actually because…”
“We think you’ve been quite a good tool these past few days!”
Shen Qingzhu’s mouth twitched. He slapped Bai Li Pangpang’s hand off his shoulder and said irritably, “You fatso, who are you talking to?”
“???”, Bai Li Pangpang rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms covered with watches, “Oh, so you’re acting all high and mighty now that I just paid you your wages?”
Lin Qiye sighed helplessly. “Are you done making a scene? If you are, let’s go inside and eat.”
Bai Li Pangpang and Shen Qingzhu exchanged glances, huffed, and followed Lin Qiye into the villa.
“Let me introduce, this is Captain Chen Muye…”
“This is Deputy Captain Wu Xiangnan…”
“This is Sister Hong Ying, and this house belongs to her…”
“This is Wen Qimo…”
“Si Xiaonan…”
“Leng Xuan…”
Lin Qiye made the introductions. Each time he introduced someone, Bai Li Pangpang would take off a watch from his arm, smiling as he handed it to the person.
“Captain Chen Muye! As expected, you have a distinguished aura. I searched for a long time and only this Rolex barely matches your aura. Please accept it…”
“Ah, Brother Xiangnan, I didn’t bring anything good this time. Please be sure to accept this Submariner…”
“Wow, Sister Hong Ying, you’re so beautiful! Your wrist looks a bit empty, this Van Cleef & Arpels perfectly suits your aura…”
Watching Bai Li Pangpang crazily giving out watches, Cao Yuan and Shen Qingzhu, who were empty-handed, had twitching eyelids, feeling extremely awkward.
Wen Qimo, holding a Rolex, leaned in towards Lin Qiye with a strange expression. “Is this… the landlord’s silly son?”
Lin Qiye hesitated for a moment and said, “Yes!”
“Oh… I see. He’s nice enough, but his brain doesn’t seem to be functioning well…”
With the lively presence of Bai Li Pangpang, the atmosphere of the dinner instantly became vibrant. Cao Yuan transformed into a soulless eating machine, devouring food with his head down.
As for Shen Qingzhu… he remained reserved, sitting there. If anyone spoke to him, he would smile and respond briefly. The arrogance he had in the camp had vanished, replaced by the demeanor of a shy young man.
After a hearty meal, Lin Qiye gathered his luggage, bid farewell to the 136th team, and headed with the other three to the previously agreed-upon pickup location.
There, several familiar black buses had been waiting for a while.
After handing over the standard issue Star Blade from the camp, Lin Qiye boarded the bus and sat in the last row.
His gaze turned to the window, the pitch-black night sky, and the faint outline of the distant city. On the rooftops far away, he seemed to see a figure with a sniper rifle, silently watching Lin Qiye depart…
Soon, the bus started slowly, gliding through the starlight and night, heading orderly towards the training camp…