Shadow Heir II: Dark Glory - Chapter 45

Mu Qianyu’s expression suddenly became unnatural.

She said nothing more, picked up her chopsticks, and quickly finished the remaining small half of her noodles. Her ears were buzzing from the spice, making it hard to hear what was being said on the other end of the phone, and only then did Mu Qianyu feel a little relief.

As she wiped her sweat and sucked in air, she realized Jiang Wanxing had already finished her call.

“You heard that?” Jiang Wanxing’s lips curled up slightly, a half-smile on her face.

“Mm, just like you said, he just likes to talk big.” Mu Qianyu smiled softly and took another large gulp of ice water.

At this moment, her smile was genuinely natural, Miss Mu’s ability to adjust her mood was indeed extraordinary. Since she hadn’t established a relationship with Su Wuji and was still far from being his girlfriend, why should she let a joke or two of his affect her mood?

But even so… she was still a little annoyed!

Seeing Mu Qianyu’s forcibly carefree state, Jiang Wanxing temporarily suppressed the tiny bit of “female rivalry” in her heart.

She spoke truthfully, “Actually, before this, Su Wuji smashed up Oriental Beauty Club. I came to Linzhou intending to watch the drama between him and Bai Xuyang, but later, there was a case…”

After Jiang Wanxing finished explaining the general process of the Sister Fen case, Mu Qianyu was silent for half a minute before raising her mineral water bottle. “Sister Wanxing, I have to toast you.”

Jiang Wanxing smiled lightly, picked up her bottle, and clinked it against Mu Qianyu’s.

“Actually, we should toast Su Wuji even more. Without him, the Sister Fen case wouldn’t have been solved,” Jiang Wanxing said.

“Okay.” Mu Qianyu picked up her phone and sent Su Wuji a “cheers” emoji.

The latter, clueless but not asking much, immediately replied with an emoji asking, “Are there any ‘special services’ here?”

Mu Qianyu showed the chat log directly to Jiang Wanxing, making the latter laugh uncontrollably.

“That guy is interesting. He looks like a loafer, but he’s actually full of righteousness,” Jiang Wanxing said. “He’s much better than those sanctimonious hypocrites in the Capital circles.”

Mu Qianyu deeply agreed. “At first, I was also deceived by his playboy image.”

She then asked, “Does Fang Jingyang count as a hypocrite?”

“My cousin isn’t a hypocrite,” Jiang Wanxing said. “He’s a genuine villain.” She paused, adjusting her wording. “To be precise, he’s a… lowlife, a scumbag, a bastard.”

These adjectives were so direct that Mu Qianyu laughed instantly.

She said, “Many people use those words to describe Wuji too.”

Jiang Wanxing continued, “But that’s just Su Wuji on the surface.”

Mu Qianyu raised her water bottle again and clinked it with Jiang Wanxing’s. “Sister Wanxing, what I said on the phone earlier was sincere. We really could become very good friends.”

Indeed, the more the two chatted, the more they felt their values aligned and that they shared many similarities, of course, setting aside some vague female rivalry.

“Indeed,” Jiang Wanxing said. “It’s getting late. Shall we take my car?”

“It’s so late, visibility on the mountain road is too poor,” Mu Qianyu said. “We can stay in the school dormitory for a night and leave tomorrow.”

“True, let’s stay a night. Driving at night is too unsafe.”

Just then, a voice rang out from the side. It was a chef responsible for cooking large pots of food in the cafeteria; he had cooked the two bowls of noodles just now. The chef wore a mask and a chef’s hat, with only a pair of eyes exposed. His true appearance was unclear, but the smile in his eyes made people instinctively feel a sense of closeness.

“Uncle, my driving skills are good. The mountain roads here aren’t a big problem for me,” Jiang Wanxing said with a smile. This was indeed the truth; compared to her past experiences chasing suspects at high speeds, this was far less dangerous.

“There are clean beds in the dormitory building at the back. The school prepared them specifically for caring people like you,” the chef uncle said. “You must stay the night. Tomorrow morning, after eating the breakfast I make, it won’t be too late to leave.”

Saying this, he also brought out a simple fruit platter.

Jiang Wanxing thought for a moment and said, “Alright. Qianyu, you contact the principal, let’s…”

“Hey, no need to find the principal. I can handle this,” the chef uncle chuckled. “Don’t look down on me just because I’m a spoon-wielder; I still have some say in the school’s logistics.”

“Uncle doesn’t have a local accent,” Jiang Wanxing asked. “You sound like a northerner? How did you come to work here in Liangshan?”

“My old man is from the Capital,” the chef uncle smiled. “I saw the news report about Tianji Middle School before. I thought, since my kids are all grown up, I might as well come here and do something meaningful.”

“Impressive.” Mu Qianyu raised her mineral water bottle. “Uncle, a toast to you.”

Jiang Wanxing laughed. “I’ll join in too.”

“Good, good, good, you’re all good kids,” the uncle laughed happily.

“Let’s wash the bowls,” Mu Qianyu said.

The uncle immediately blocked them. “Oh, leave them, leave them. This isn’t work for you to do. We have a designated dishwashing auntie here, just leave it to her.”

He then called over a young lad to take Jiang Wanxing and Mu Qianyu to the dormitory building, while he carried the bowls back to the cafeteria kitchen himself.

In the back kitchen, a woman stood with her arms crossed, looking at the chef uncle with a half-smile. She wore a white mask, but from her eyes and brows, she seemed to be only in her thirties. She wore a tight black knit sweater that clearly outlined her incredibly feminine figure. Neither her face nor her figure showed many signs of age.

“Oh really, in your mouth, I’ve become the dishwashing auntie?” the woman said. “Our son isn’t even married yet, and you’re already making your future daughter-in-law wash dishes?”

The chef uncle took off his mask, revealing a face that also looked to be in its thirties. He rolled up his sleeves and chuckled. “I was just joking. I’ll wash, I’ll wash.”

The woman leaned over to the sink and nudged the man with her elbow. “Hey, which one do you think is more suitable to be our son’s wife?”

The uncle casually replied, “Can’t we choose both?”

The woman immediately reached out and pinched his waist hard. “What, you want our son to learn from you? Not letting go of anyone he meets?”

The uncle smiled sheepishly, not daring to continue the topic.

Just then, his phone rang. Wiping his hands on his apron, the uncle answered immediately.

“Oh, got it. No big deal,” he said nonchalantly, then hung up.

“What is it?” the woman asked.

“They say two high-level hyenas from the Dkaro Organization have arrived in the Liangshan area, looking for the two children they lost earlier,” the uncle said. “Those two kids are currently in their first year of junior high here after being rescued.”

“Solve it early, come back to sleep early,” the woman said. She clearly didn’t think it was a big deal either.

“Alright, I’m going.” The uncle washed the bowls clean, untied his apron, took off his chef’s hat, and pushed the door open to walk into the night.

Meanwhile, Jiang Wanxing received the same mission.

Her eyes sharpened. She looked at Mu Qianyu, who was making the bed, and said, “Two high-level assassins from the Dkaro Organization have arrived in Liangshan. I’m going to lead the Sichuan Special Intelligence Unit to catch them. You go to sleep first.”

Mu Qianyu instantly lost all sleepiness. “Okay, Sister Wanxing, be careful. I’ll wait for you to come back.”

From Zhuo Chengqi to Sister Fen, Mu Qianyu had recently heard news related to the Dkaro Organization frequently, allowing her to see the dark side of the Western world. She suddenly felt that on this matter, Jiang Wanxing and Su Wuji must have a lot of common language. She couldn’t fall behind in this regard.

Mu Qianyu didn’t sleep all night. Just before dawn, Jiang Wanxing finally returned. She was clean, seemingly having not experienced a fierce battle.

“How was it? Did you find them?” Mu Qianyu asked with concern.

“Found them, but when we did, they were already dead,” Jiang Wanxing shook her head. “Time of death was several hours ago, probably not long after I received the mission notification.”

Her mind was full of questions.

“Dead?” Mu Qianyu drew a sharp breath. “Was it the Silver Moon Organization?”

“It doesn’t look like Silver Moon’s style. Both assassins had the same injuries: their stomachs were pierced, and they died from excessive blood loss,” Jiang Wanxing analyzed. “There were no signs of struggle at the scene. It seems the opponent’s strength completely crushed them.”

She fell silent for half a minute, then added, “Judging by the shape of the wounds, they should have been injured by a four-edged military bayonet.”