Ye Fei took Liu Manman into the elevator and put her down.

 

Her face was red. While she was being carried by Ye Fei, all that alcohol had made her want to vomit.

 

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Liu Manman rushed to the toilet to throw up.

 

Lin Qingwan had been waiting for a long time and Ye Fei and Murong still hadn’t come back. She looked longingly at the array of dishes in front of her. She pinched a potato fry and was about to throw it in her mouth when Liu Manman suddenly rushed in and startled her, followed by Ye Fei.

 

"Ye Fei, what's going on? Who is that woman? What’s up with her?" Lin Qingwan tossed the fry into her mouth.

 

"Her name is Liu Manman, Murong's roommate - the model. She‘s drunk and three hooligans were picking on her outside. I beat them up and Murong is taking them to the police station."

 

Ye Fei took off his coat and hung it on a hanger. When he saw the table covered with dishes, he said, "Did Murong make all this? She’s all over the place, but seems she’s a good cook, at least."

 

"Murong cooked all this especially for you. I’m just taking advantage." Lin Qingwan glanced at her mobile phone. "Murong said not to wait for her."

 

"Alright." Ye Fei pulled out a chair and sat opposite Lin Qingwan.

 

While carrying out missions in foreign countries, he occasionally had the luxury of a hot meal, but it was usually just junk food like burgers and fries. He was tired of eating that kind of food.

 

He had only eaten two small bowls of noodles that evening, and by now he was so hungry that every one of Murong’s dishes tasted like a delicacy.

 

Lin Qingwan didn’t have that much of an appetite. She soon got full and just watched Ye Fei gobbling up plate after plate, like a refugee at the end of a grueling journey.

 

After a while, a flushing sound came from the toilet and Liu Manman walked out, supporting herself against the wall. Her face was pale.

 

"Manman, would you like some?" Lin Qingwan hurriedly said.

 

Liu Manman feebly waved her hands and went into her room. Before closing the door, she gave Ye Fei an accusing glance.

 

Ye Fei saved her, and Liu Manman was originally very grateful. However, Ye Fei then proceeded to pick her up without her consent. In Liu Manman's view, Ye Fei had taken advantage of her drunkenness to grope her.

 

Ye Fei's status in Liu Manman’s mind thus suffered a disastrous decline. There was now no difference between him and the would-be rapists.

 

Seeing Liu Manman's resentful eyes, Ye Fei could only return a helpless smile.

 

It was three o'clock in the morning when they finished eating and Murong had still not returned.

 

Lin Qingwan yawned. She usually went to bed at 10 o'clock, but now she was staying up late waiting for Murong.

 

"Where can I sleep?" Ye Fei scratched his head and asked the question that had been bothering him all night.

 

Lin Qingwan shrugged, "You can sleep on the couch for now." She entered the spare bedroom, changed into pink Snoopy pajamas, and fell asleep on the bed without bothering to shower.

 

Ye Fei lay on the couch and covered himself with a towel.

 

He had just flown in from South America and was jetlagged, so he was not really sleepy yet.

 

Ye Fei closed his eyes and went over the events of the day in his mind. He thought that this city was also like a battlefield in a way; full of crisis.

 

In any case, Ye Fei could not sleep. He took out a rectangular wooden box from his jacket pocket and put it on the table.

 

"Ancestors in heaven!" Ye Fei's put his hands together piously before the box. Then he carefully opened the lid.

 

An exquisite throwing knife lay on a red silk cushion inside.

 

The blade of this throwing knife was three inches long. Its whole body was made of iron, and the blade gleamed with star-like light. Holding his hand over it, even without touching the knife, he could feel its chilly aura; it gave him goose bumps.

 

The most striking feature was a small engraving of the character “Li” at the bottom of the hilt.

 

This throwing knife was an heirloom of Ye Fei’s family. He used to wonder why the character "Li" was engraved on it, and not the character "Ye".

 

He once asked his grandfather this question.

 

Grandpa Ye Chong was sitting on a rock, smoking his tobacco. His eyes lit up like stars. He said, "Fei, our ancestral knife-throwing skill was taught to us by a master called Li. He failed in love and his life was lonely. Thus, with no heir, our family became his spiritual descendants."

 

Thinking of his grandpa, Ye Fei sighed.

 

When Ye Fei was 12 years old, his grandfather gave this ancestral throwing knife to him and told him that on the day Ye Fei learned to use this throwing knife with his breath, he would know where his grandpa went.

 

Ye Fei was now 21 years old and his grandpa had been missing for nine years.

 

Ye Fei returned home now not only for his comrades' death benefits, but also to look for his grandfather.

 

Ye Fei fought on the battlefield for nine years, but he still couldn't use the throwing knife with his breath.

 

His grandfather had said that the state of the warrior was divided into talent and endeavor.

 

Those with endeavor used the throwing knife with their strength.

 

Those with talent used the throwing knife with their breath.

 

After working hard for so many years and practicing according to his family’s ancestral techniques, Ye Fei had cultivated the internal force in his body known as qi, and he could pour this internal force into other things.

 

Ye Fei could pour his internal force into common things like plastic dinner knives and pencils, and he could deal a lot of damage with them in this manner.

 

However, for some reason, Ye Fei was unable to pour his internal force into this ancestral throwing knife.

 

Even if he held it in his hands and exerted himself until his face was red and his forehead was covered in sweat, he still couldn't move this particular throwing knife.

 

"Haste makes waste. It seems that I am far from that state of talent. The most important thing now is to protect Lin Qingwan. I can practice later."

 

Eventually, night passed, and a red sun came out.

 

"Ah, what a fine, sunny day!" A beautiful woman in black lace pajamas emerged yawning from one of the bedrooms.

 

She seemed a little short-sighted and did not see Ye Fei on the sofa. She went past him into the toilet without closing the door. Squatting on the toilet, she was ready to urinate when she suddenly saw there was a strange man sitting on the sofa in front of her.

 

Chu Mo rubbed her eyes in case she was still dreaming. There really was a strange man on the sofa.

 

"Ah!!!"