Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

After eating two-thirds of the food on the table and the dizziness caused by hunger subsided, Feng Qingyu slowed down his eating speed and asked questions to Draco of purple flame.

The meal was very depressing, and Feng Qingyu was afraid that he would be burned to charcoal by the opponent halfway through the meal. However, Draco was very calm from beginning to end, and had no intention of attacking at all, which was incredible.

Draco put down his fork and wiped the corners of his mouth with his handkerchief.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Abrana. You should have met my twin sister, Ravshini. I heard that her code name in Rhodes Island is [Reed]. She is a somewhat introverted child. Although we look exactly the same, we are completely different."

"No wonder..."

The parties involved confirmed the relationship between Weicao and her, and Feng Qingyu's guess was confirmed.

Wei Cao had never mentioned having a twin sister, and this was the first time she heard that these two were twins. Apart from their identical looks, it was hard to find anything in common between them, and their personalities were very different.

"So, Ms. Abrana, what does this have to do with you specifically looking for me? I don't understand. Besides...you and I, shouldn't be related by blood? We don't look alike at all."

If there were two more sisters, Feng Qingyu's brothers and sisters would reach double digits.

14. Leader's Dog

"Indeed, there is no direct blood relationship between us. Even the kinship is very distant, almost negligible. You are a child of our distant relative of the Drake royal family who was taken away many years ago. Your mother is not your biological mother. She herself does not know that her child died when he was just born. So your grandfather took a child from my distant relative, that is, you. You have only a little blood relationship with the Feng family, which is a pity."

Abrana's narration is plain, but the content is very bloody.

Feng Qingyu didn't care much about her background. When she learned that she was not Feng Tiancheng's biological daughter, she felt somewhat comfortable, but also regretful. Her background was always a little unclear, and she had been passed around among many families, and there seemed to be no certainty.

If there was a hospital nearby, she might ask Abrana and herself to do a DNA test. As a member of the Drake royal family, her status was obviously higher than that of the eldest daughter of the Feng family, but for some reason, she was not excited.

Being associated with a dangerous person is not a good thing. Legend has it that Reed is related to Deep Pool, an organization active in Victoria, so her sister Abrana must also have a close relationship with Deep Pool.

The expression of wanting to distance herself was already written on her face. Feng Qingyu considered how to express her position tactfully without offending anyone. She needed to figure out the thoughts of this distant relative and try to read his words and expressions.

The feeling of being undercover in Longmen, terrified and walking on thin ice, was perfectly reproduced, and my back was chilled.

"So... Miss Abrana, are you here to recognize your relatives? Or do you have other ideas?"

Abrana used a corkscrew to open a bottle of red wine, filled the two empty glasses, and pushed one of the glasses towards Feng Qingyu.

"Recognizing one's relatives is a general statement. From my point of view, I think you shouldn't stay in Rhodes Island. It's not suitable for you. The same goes for a mob like the Integration Movement. Deep Pool is your future. I hope you can consider coming to me. I will treat you like my own sister. As for Ravshini, she hasn't found her goal yet and hasn't figured out what to do. I hope you won't end up like her."

"This……"

What Feng Qingyu rehearsed in his mind became a reality, it was simply a prophecy coming true.

She was worried that the mysterious person who sent the email was from Deep Pool, and that the guys in Deep Pool would extend an olive branch to her to join Deep Pool. Unexpectedly, the other party was an extremely distant relative who was almost unrelated to her. She was so happy.

Is it possible that I have to join Shen Chi and become a double agent?

Abulara's sense of oppression seemed to be stronger than before, and Feng Qingyu felt that the coffee in the cup tasted more sour and astringent. A cup of coffee that missed the golden drinking time has lost its meaning.

If a few years ago, when she had no place to return to and no goals in life, Abrana had extended an olive branch to her to join the Deep Pool, perhaps she would have considered it.

Deep Pool didn't do anything extreme back then, but now they have done some things that are unacceptable, such as causing trouble in Hill County, turning it into a mess, and cooperating with the Sarkaz to persecute people in Londinium.

The crime Shen Chi had committed was enough to make her say no. But... it was unknown whether she would be blown away the first second she refused.

Obviously, Abrana also saw her hesitation and struggle, or resistance. Not everyone is as decisive as Mandela, who chooses to join the Deep Pool without hesitation, become a member of it, and devote all his loyalty.

People like Mandela are rare, even though she is a little stupid. But Filin is not of the same race after all, and Abrana hopes to win over people who are also Drakes to complete the cause together.

"You don't have to give me an answer right now. You still have some time to think about the future path."

"My answer may disappoint you. Miss Abrana, I am not suitable for Deep Pool. Our philosophies conflict greatly and we cannot fight side by side. So... you might as well pretend I don't exist. There is more than one Draco in this world."

"Don't be so quick to reject me. I'm not forcing you. I'm just offering you a new choice. If this choice makes you feel awkward, I'm sorry. You can stick to your current choice. We'll be enemies when we meet again. I really don't want to fight another Drake with the blood of King Gael flowing in his body."

Abbrana's expression was calm, yet aggressive.

Feng Qingyu smelled a faint smell of sulfur, and the air temperature around him was slowly rising. The slightly cool air became warmer, and it might become very hot if it continued to get warmer.

There are only two possibilities for the temperature to rise. One is that someone turned on the heating, and the other is that Abrana wants to kill someone to silence him. If you can't win someone over and don't want her to join someone else's camp, you can only destroy her with your own hands. This situation is not uncommon.

When she was about to hide under the table to think of a countermeasure, an unknown object flew towards her from behind at an astonishing speed.

"A surprise attack?"

Fortunately, the sofa and the table were spacious enough to allow him to dodge immediately. Feng Qingyu threw the pillow to block the attacker's sight and squatted down to dodge.

The object that pierced the pillow was a spear made of earth and stone. There was no similar object in this store. It must have been created by magic and could not last long.

Even though it was a magical creation, getting pricked by it was no joke, and you might not be able to come out alive after going to the hospital.

Ablana shot down the remaining magic creations. The temperature rise just now was the prelude to the fire spell, and it was not aimed at Feng Qingyu, but at those "hidden arrows" that came out of nowhere.

The magical creations were turned into dust by the purple flames, and the second floor of the cafe was covered in dust. The unfinished food could not be eaten, which was a bit of a waste.

"Mandela, I didn't give you permission to attack."

"Chief, this person is ungrateful and should not be allowed to leave alive. Anyone who opposes you is my enemy."

A short-haired black figure emerged from the darkness.

She was wearing a black dress and white knee-high socks, holding a golden-decorated cane in her left hand, with some stones floating behind her. Just like her unpleasant speech, her expression was very arrogant, her eyes looked down on everything, and she could only see Aburana, and the rest were scum.

Feng Qingyu was also one of those scums, and in Feilin's eyes, she clearly saw an attitude of disgust.

I heard people say that all the cadres in Shenchi are freaks, and it seems this is true.

"This is not something you should get involved in."

"Chief...I..."

"Get out, and don't make me say it again."

Abrana's words gradually lost patience. The way Ferrin, called Mandela, looked at her was like the way a pet dog looks at its owner.

15. Mandela's Rival

"Leader, I... I'm worried that this person will do something bad to you. My duty is not only to obey your orders, but also to... ensure your personal safety."

Mandela's eyes were evasive, and the look she gave Abrana always made people feel that there was an ambiguous emotion in her eyes.

Her race is cat, but she behaves more like a dog loyal to its master. Her eyes are full of awe and admiration.

Another poor person who can’t get the love he wants, Feng Qingyu thought.

Someone like Abrana has leadership qualities, comes from an extraordinary family, is very beautiful, and has the blood of the noble King Drakgael flowing in her veins. It is not surprising that she has a few little fans.

Talulah was once named the champion of the Arknights Female Keto Contest in a foreign forum. Sadly, the most qualified to win the championship, Sedai also lost and ranked second. Female Drakes are born with a unique charm, which attracts countless women to offer their tails or swallow each other's tails. They must choose one of the two.

Perhaps, Mandela had tasted the tail of her leader on a dark and stormy night.

"Wait, what does leader mean?"

Feng Qingyu discovered the blind spot. Just now, he had been hearing Mandela calling Abrana the leader. Now that she was in the Deep Pool, could she still be the leader of the Deep Pool?

"Are you an idiot? The person in front of you is the leader of Deep Pool, and you haven't reacted yet. It's really... regrettable."

Mandela originally wanted to say something more extreme, but because of the presence of leader Abrana, and she didn't want to leave a bad impression on her, she had to restrain her words.

She only hated that she was not Draco and could not stand beside the leader or lie in his bed. Even though she tried very hard to figure out the leader's preferences, wearing all kinds of particularly obscene pajamas, or wearing nothing at all, hiding in the leader's room or bed, trying to seduce the leader with her beauty, the leader remained unmoved.

When will the leader look at her more? The black-haired Filin was getting more and more distressed.

The third Draco, Feng Qingyu, who suddenly appeared in Victoria, became the object of Abrana's interest, and thus innocently became Mandela's rival in love.

Even Abrana's sister Reed was considered a love rival by Mandela.

Anyone who prevents her from leaving a deep impression on the leader will be treated as a rival, regardless of their identity or background.

Feng Qingyu didn't know that she had become the focus of Mandela's vigilance. She just wanted to leave the cafe as soon as possible, as far away from Shenchi's territory as possible.

Probably no one in Rhodes Island would have expected that she would have dinner with the leader of Deep Pool tonight, and the other party even invited her to join Deep Pool.

Everything that happened recently was too unbelievable. Feng Qingyu felt that he urgently needed some time to sort out his confused thoughts. It was not advisable to stay here for a long time. If he stayed any longer, he might be shot in the head by the angry Mandela's magic creation.

Abrana wouldn't really want to protect her, they were never in the same boat.

"Um... Miss Abrana, it's getting late. Can I please leave now? Let's just pretend that what we talked about here tonight never happened. I'm sorry, and regret that I can't join Deep Pool."

"I see."

Abrana let out an inaudible sigh, her mood not fluctuating much.

She had long anticipated that this Draco with a strong personality would not agree to join Deep Pool. She had only asked him to come tonight to meet and get to know each other, and she did not have too much expectation of working together.

"You can go now. But the next time we meet, we will be enemies. Shenchi will not show mercy to those who get in the way. You should understand that."

"I know. If we ever meet in battle, I will fight with all my might as a Rhodes Island operator. Well, thank you for your hospitality tonight. Goodbye."

Feng Qingyu said goodbye to Ablana, who was standing by the French window, staring at the night in trance, and left the tense atmosphere of the cafe. Mandela watched her leave, his eyes even more unfriendly than when they first met.

She had a bad feeling in her heart that it would be best for her to slip away early and reunite with Rhodes Island's main force before things got out of hand.

The next thing was much simpler. After leaving the cafe, she jogged all the way and met some Shenchi soldiers on the way. Perhaps because Abrana had given them orders in advance, although the Shenchi soldiers saw Feng Qingyu passing by them, they pretended that she did not exist and did not take any actual action.

Leaving District 17, they came to District 15, which bordered District 16. There was still a long way to go to the Rhodes Island office. She barely remembered part of the way, and wandered around District 16. The large number of very similar alleys made her gradually feel dizzy.

When I came to my senses, I was surrounded by unfamiliar buildings. Familiar things seemed to have never appeared and there was no trace of them at all.

"Damn it! Am I lost? I'm so unlucky today! My phone and drone are out of battery, and I didn't bring any batteries or power banks. Is God trying to kill me?"

While feeling depressed, Feng Qingyu did not forget to walk into the abandoned grocery store on the roadside. There were cigarettes and lighters in the smashed glass counter. She took away the flavors she liked and replenished some supplies in the grocery store before leaving.

As long as you can have two cigarettes and drink a little wine at this time, all your worries will disappear.

She still wasn't used to using fire spells to light cigarettes, so she would always reach into her pocket for a lighter. The biggest reason was that using spells to light cigarettes didn't feel real, and she only felt comfortable with something she could touch.

"call--"

Feng Qingyu blew out a string of smoke rings and strolled in the narrow alley.

She was sure that she had become a headless fly, unless she was lucky enough to meet someone like Luo Luo who could lead the way. But people can't always be so lucky and meet noble people every time.

When passing a fork in the road, Feng Qingyu suddenly felt like she was being followed. Two cold and sharp eyes shot straight at her from behind, as if they wanted to eat her alive.

At both ends of the road, tall earth and stone walls rose from the ground, blocking the only two exits. Apart from climbing the wall or flying, she had no other way to leave this narrow alley.

The night wind blew away the clouds, and the bright moonlight shone down. Feng Qingyu saw a Feilin standing on the wall, looking down at her from above, and her identity could be recognized at a glance by the familiar outfit.

"Mandela..."

The loyal dog of the leader of Deep Pool came after him for some unknown reason. Was it Abrana's intention or her own idea?

No matter which one it is, a fierce battle is inevitable. Mandela is not Abrana, she came here specially, probably intending to kill and silence her.

"So, it's really bad luck to be associated with Shenchi,"

16. Fall into the hands of the enemy and become their toy?

Feng Qingyu smelled a sense of uneasiness. It seemed as if Mandela regarded her as an enemy and was ready to catch her in the trap.

If she had invited Abrana to accompany her to a safe area, Mandela would not have dared to do anything rash. But life does not have many opportunities to remake, and she should have expected that this guy would not give up.

Damn, that was a mistake.

"I remember your master... ahem, your leader promised to let me go. You don't want Abrana to be angry with you, do you?"

"Shut up! You are not worthy of calling the leader by her name. The leader will always be supreme in my heart, and you are just a traitor. What's so good about a place like Rhodes Island? What's wrong with being by the leader's side?"

The crazy Film seemed very hysterical, just like a kitten that couldn't get the dried fish and was going crazy at someone else's feet.

Every time this happened, Feng Qingyu would order a song for the other person. The song was called "Unreachable Love", which was suitable for everyone who was unreachable.

"It's a pity, but I really don't mean to compete with you for women. It's hard enough to deal with those hungry women in Rhodes Island. I'm not very interested in your type of leader. Women who are too domineering will only make me miserable."

She tried to reduce the hostility of the other party and tried hard to show that she was not interested in Aburana. This attitude was not fake, Aburana's attractiveness was still a little bit less than Tallulah.

Tallulah did a lot of wrong things and should be punished, but her personality charm is still impressive. As for the leader of Deep Pool, forget it. Feng Qingyu does not have the courage to be an enemy of the entire Victoria.

Mandela neither agreed nor refuted, and silently shot several stone pillars made of magic at Feng Qingyu.

"If we really have to fight, I will never admit defeat to you—"

There was no chance to explain, and no room to escape. The brick walls of the narrow alley were smashed into several deep pits by the stone pillars, and the fragile bricks were vulnerable to these magical creations.

If it happened a few more times, when both high walls around her collapsed, she would have a chance to escape to a wider area. She couldn't find the entrance to the underground infrastructure for the time being, and she didn't want to bring trouble to the base of the Londinium Self-Defense Forces.

I can only say that I had bad luck and provoked someone I shouldn't have provoked.

"Then please go to hell. I'm tired of wasting my time with people like you."

Mandela floated in the air, chanting spells and constructing rituals quickly. Dark golden light floated and flickered in the damaged alley, and the ground beneath his feet began to shake and shatter.