After finishing his cigarette on the balcony, Master Hua paused briefly before entering the living room. Before he could even turn around, he heard a strange voice.

"Why make such a fuss when it's just looking for someone?"

He turned his head and saw a boy of about fifteen or sixteen sitting on the balcony, his expression calm, wearing a black windbreaker, gradually blending into the night scene behind him.

Master Hua composed himself, appearing as calm as if he hadn't been the one to tie up the person, and said, "I'm truly sorry, I'm used to being rough with my men, I'll definitely be more careful next time."

Xu Qian lowered his gaze. He didn't like using official language; it was boring. "Ask away, what kind of answer do you want?"

"Can you give me what I want?" Master Hua narrowed his eyes.

“If I can’t, then they certainly can’t,” Xu Qian said, his tone unchanged.

Master Hua turned to the side, his eyes filled with something indescribable. “I have a subordinate who is quite skilled. He’s always on the go and has done a lot for me. But this is the same person… He went unconscious after returning from the desert. He’s not dead, but he’s not alive either.”

"So?" Xu Qian understood. The reason was Yan Jiudu. So the question is, what does the other party want?

"Don't you find it strange?" Third Master Hua turned to him again, his eyes filled with innocent curiosity. "I pulled out his oxygen tube and stopped anyone from feeding him, but he's still alive. Except for being unconscious, he's just like a living person."

"..." Meow meow meow meow? Xu Qian subconsciously glanced at Yan Jiudu in the list. It was lit up, still showing that he was seriously injured by him. He wasn't quite dead yet, thank goodness!

“At first, I thought he ate something he shouldn’t have. I cut open his stomach, but found nothing. Later, I drew his blood and took his flesh, but still found nothing…” Master Hua shook his head slightly and sighed sadly. “They all say that you are the only one who might have seen him. So tell me, why is that?”

"..." Xu Qian swallowed hard. He vaguely understood the other person's expression. He remembered a professional term for it: yandere.

It seemed that Xu Qian's prolonged silence displeased Master Hua, and he said again, "You see, you can't give me the answer I want."

"..." No, I can give you the answer. Your subordinate was simply seriously injured by me, my dear! I can pick up a corpse and he'll be jumping around again! But Xu Qian couldn't say this, nor could he.

“Little friend, our conversation is over, cough…” Master Hua coughed and lowered his head. The next second, the door opposite opened and three burly men in black came out.

Xu Qian wasn't nervous at all. Just now, he had thought of a brilliant idea. "Let me introduce you to someone who can answer all your questions."

Master Hua glanced at him and smiled slightly. "Alright, but you'll have to come with me first, okay?"

"Oh, that's not good," Xu Qian shook his head dramatically. "I have to go to school tomorrow."

Hua Sanye didn't reply to him again, but instead waved his hand behind him. The three men moved quickly, and just as they were about to touch Xu Qian, they spoke again.

“That person is also surnamed Xu, and he’s mute. I’ll have him come to see you tomorrow morning.”

After Xu Qian finished speaking, he leaned forward and disappeared from the balcony.

"—!"

"Third Master..." The three henchmen were a little flustered. This person disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he even jumped from the third floor of the hotel. This third floor was not the real third floor; there was a shopping mall more than 20 meters below.

"Cough...cough..." Master Hua coughed again, this time without answering them, just staring intently in the direction they left.

Xu Qian returned to his apartment, ignoring his two brothers outside. He said he had something urgent to attend to and hurriedly went back to his bedroom to search through his various online personas. He vaguely remembered that his Tian Ce account or some other account had learned sewing.

Fifteen seconds later, Xu Qian stood in place with the alias [Weak Little Dog]. This Tian Ce account was an old account. When he opened his second inner skill, he specially learned several skills of Wan Hua. Now it came in handy. Moreover, his face... was a fierce-looking scarred face that was not lacking in handsomeness. In short, he looked like a big shot who was not to be trifled with.

After a while, Xu Qian switched back to his Wanhua account and then walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as the door opened, two large heads were seen squatting at the entrance.

"—!"

"Have you eaten?" was Xu Qian's first question.

"Not yet, I'm waiting for you!" Meng Liangchen stammered.

Xu Qian then asked, "What food is in the fridge? I think we shouldn't go out at this hour."

“Vegetables…” This stumped Meng Ziqiu. He only knew how to cook instant noodles and porridge. His brother knew a little, but it was during school time, so how could there be vegetables in the refrigerator?

"Then you two wait at home, I'll go downstairs to buy some groceries," Xu Qian said to the two of them.

"Huh? Waiting again..." "No rush." ​​Xu Qian waved his hand. Yes, let's keep waiting.

Unlike his brother, Meng Liangchen didn't press for details. Instead, he rolled up his sleeves, knowing he'd find out sooner or later anyway. "Then I'll go cook."

"Oh? You're cooking? Then I... I'll go wash the dishes too!"

On the other side, Xu Qian, who had just come downstairs, looked up first. It was a sunny day with no clouds in the sky, and even the night was very clear. However, the moon here was blue.

Yes, it's blue.

Looking away, Xu Qian pulled his hat down further and walked towards the supermarket not far away.

Half an hour later, Xu Qian returned to the apartment carrying two bags of groceries. He has a habit of cooking whenever he encounters something stressful.

And so, the two Meng brothers watched as Xu Qian, with swift and fluid movements, transformed the piece of pork on the cutting board into slices and then shreds, as if turning something rotten into something magical…

Xu Qian prepared four dishes and a soup, which completely satisfied the appetites of the three boys. They ate all the rice and dishes clean, leaving only a tiny bit of soup.

"Finish your drink." Xu Qian gestured with his chin toward Meng Ziqiu.

Meng Ziqiu patted his bulging belly, then nodded, "Okay, so as not to waste it."

Meng Liangchen took the initiative to wash the dishes, and Meng Ziqiu thought for a moment and then took the kitchen trash out to throw it away.

After finishing his work, Xu Qian made a gesture as if he was about to speak, and the other two also found seats to sit down.

"I've already figured out a solution. The cause of the incident is my fault. I'll be going out tomorrow morning, so please stay home as much as possible until I get back."

Meng Liangchen opened his mouth, but when he met Xu Qian's gaze, he didn't know what to say.

Xu Qian pinched the middle finger of his right hand. It was a hand with distinct knuckles, and also a hand stained with blood.