Pretending? What do you mean by pretending? Chen Jing wondered.
"Never mind what I said," Mo Wujiang said. "Not just anyone who receives an invitation can join directly; you need to prove your abilities."
Chen Jing asked, "How can you prove it?"
“One test, one task,” Mo Wujiang said. “Come back here tomorrow morning, and someone will take the test with you.”
"Okay." Chen Jing nodded.
Mo Wujiang said, "You can leave now."
Chen Jing turned his head in silence.
I still have to go back and face it... Chen Jing thought.
...
Back in their newly rented apartment, Li Huaxing immediately approached Chen Jing: "Brother Jing, I want to practice swordsmanship."
Chen Jing glanced at him in surprise, then looked at Li Huaxing who had already bought two wooden swords and said with a smile, "I thought I would see you painting when I came back. By the way, where is Wan Tong?"
Li Huaxing said somberly, "Wan Tong said she doesn't want to do nothing and become a burden to us..."
Chen Jing's heart skipped a beat.
"So she chose to accept Miss Zhang's employment to take care of her father while Miss Zhang went out to work for the mafia. She earns 1 blue silver coin and 2 blue star coins a day. Now she is learning those skills of taking care of people from Miss Zhang."
Chen Jing breathed a sigh of relief. He thought of his silent, quiet, thin, and stubborn younger sister and couldn't find a reason to refute her.
"Let's begin." Chen Jing took out his wooden sword and stood outside with Li Huaxing.
...
After being brutally beaten and barely able to fight back, Li Huaxing followed Chen Jing and the others to the living room. Only then did Chen Jing realize that Wan Tong and Zhang Taoying seemed to have become good friends. Miss Zhang even agreed to share a table for dinner. Chen Jing paid for the meal and unusually bought some cured meat. The main dish was not very thin porridge, but the quantity was quite generous.
Tomorrow... Tomorrow I'm going to do the Black Hand test mission... Listening to the laughter and seeing their smiles, Chen Jing felt inexplicably less nervous and more at ease.
The investigation into the blood sacrifice, the testing mission of the Black Hand... these are all things I have to do. Since it's an inevitable path that I can't choose, why should I worry?
A smile gradually appeared on his face, and the gloom lessened considerably.
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