Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

Forty-nine A false alarm

"Ms. Kuroba...don't!"

Amiya snatched the bottle of wine from Feng Qingyu's hand and stopped her from hurting herself.

"You can't get hurt again!"

A bottle hitting the head can kill a person in serious cases. Feng Qingyu is not in good condition now, and he can't bear it if he is hit like this again.

The silver-haired man narrowed his eyes and glanced at the short Carters girl in front of him, thinking that it was quite interesting.

"Little sister, these are our adult matters, you'd better not get involved, otherwise, I really can't guarantee that you won't cry."

He just didn't believe that a team of three people, two of whom were little girls and one who looked very weak and injured, could do anything in his own place.

Feng Qingyu stretched out his hand and pushed Amiya behind him.

"Sir, this is a personal grudge between you and me...don't involve my friend."

The man called "Gongzi" is named Gong Zi, which is homophonic with "Gongzi", so his nickname is "Gongzi". He is the boss of a group called Longmen and is also well-known in the circle. He is involved in some peripheral gambling business.

The feud between the two stemmed from a misunderstanding. The former gang leader misunderstood that the young master had stolen the gang's money to buy stocks and make loans, and he wanted to punish him according to the family rules.

Feng Qingyu was just an ordinary gangster at the time. He had a mission to investigate in this society and happened to be arranged by the boss to hit the young master on the head with a beer bottle.

The two were competing for the casino business within the gang, so Feng Qingyu was naturally misunderstood as the informer.

Although she explained and apologized afterwards, and did not tell anyone on the matter, the young master was very petty and did not believe her at all, and the two of them began to have a grudge against each other.

Now that he has found a rare opportunity to vent his anger, the young master is thinking about earning back the face he lost that time.

The young master's men brought a chair, and he sat on it, crossed his legs, and played with an empty wine bottle in his hand. His dark golden eyes were half-narrowed, and he looked at Feng Qingyu leisurely.

"Okay, I can leave your friend alone, but what I want to know more is, why did you pass through here? You know this is my territory, aren't you afraid that my brothers will chop you to death?"

He admired Feng Qingyu's courage and had mixed feelings about her abilities.

There was one question he couldn't figure out. Why did Feng Qingyu go to an unknown pharmaceutical company instead of staying in Longmen and continuing to be the boss?

This was not the Feng Qingyu he knew.

"The reason... I can tell you honestly."

Feng Qingyu coughed a few times and then rolled up his sleeves.

"I am an infected person. The pharmaceutical company I work for specializes in helping and accepting infected people, so... my philosophy is the same as everyone in this company, which is why I gave up everything in Longmen to join."

The young master supported his face with one head and continued to wait for Feng Qingyu to continue.

"so what?"

"So, the two people around me are infected. My mission is to take them away from the slums safely and reunite with my companions... I have told you everything you want to know."

Feng Qingyu and the young master were not deep-rooted enemies, it was just a minor friction, and she didn't mind telling him about it.

The two had worked together before, and the young master was not a sinister, cunning, or shameless person, he was just a little stingy.

"Is that so? Then you are quite great. It is impossible for us gangsters to have the same awareness as you."

The young master smiled.

"No wonder the boss said before that you have great goals and are born to do great things. It seems that I am too narrow-minded."

Then, the young master also lifted up the sleeves of his suit, and the black Originium crystals were clearly visible on his pale arms.

"We are the same kind of people. My brothers are also infected. We are all compatriots. I don't want to embarrass you."

It was the first time that Feng Qingyu knew that he was also infected. She was not very clear before, but now she can see it clearly.

She sensed a distinct change in the young master's attitude and tone.

"Bai Hu told me that you secretly helped me deal with the police several times, so that my business could continue to operate. I must repay this favor, so -"

The young master stood up, raised the beer bottle, and gently touched Feng Qingyu's forehead.

"Let's forget about you hitting me on the head. You didn't do it on purpose anyway. The boss forced you to do it, so you have no choice. In fact, I just wanted to play a trick on you."

Feng Qingyu's heart was in his throat just now, worried that his head would be blown off. He closed his eyes, waiting for the glass to shatter and his head to explode.

But it didn't.

The young master is now more generous than before, and Feng Qingyu feels a little relieved.

"I'm just helping a former brother. You've blocked a knife for me before. But I didn't expect... that you were also infected with oripathy. It's really unpredictable."

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Although each of them had a lot to talk about with the other, time was tight and continuing to chat would only affect the progress of the mission.

Feng Qingyu felt like he was about to faint, and was frantically testing the brink of collapse.

She was glad that she had been doing good deeds throughout her life, otherwise what would be waiting for her today would be knives and iron rods.

The young master stood up, and his subordinates moved the chairs away and made way for him.

"Qinglong, go ahead. My men won't stop you. But you have to treat me to a meal as an apology."

Feng Qingyu forced a smile.

Time passed by every second, and her mind was filled with the thought of how to reach the rendezvous point with the Guards while her body could still hold on.

"Thank you very much... I will treat you. If one meal is not enough, I will treat you to two or three meals. When I finish my business... I will come to visit you in person..."

Afterwards, Feng Qingyu took Amiya and Misha through the casino.

Amiya thanked the young master.

"Thank you, sir."

The young master waved his hand and said, "Don't thank me. If Qinglong hadn't helped me, anyone else would definitely not be able to get through here. Speaking of the gangsters in Longmen, the person I admire most is her. She is a good candidate to be a boss, and I am just watching her."

……

Leaving the noisy underground casino, the air becomes fresh and the noisy sounds gradually fade away.

The exit is a breakfast shop in Longmen. The owner of this shop is also one of the partners of the underground casino.

When Feng Qingyu saw him, he casually greeted him and left.

This area has not yet been infiltrated by the Integration Movement, and is surrounded by citizens walking around the streets of Longmen as usual.

"Successfully...we...made it out."

Feng Qingyu's tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

She had already seen the team from the Longmen Guard Bureau coming to meet them not far away, in the square across the street.

Xingxiong and Chen were talking about something. When they saw Feng Qingyu bringing Misha, who was wearing an Exia uniform and had a halo on her head, they were slightly surprised.

Before they could come to help, Feng Qingyu's legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

"I need... some rest."

Fifty Wings of Care

Afterwards, Feng Qingyu could only vaguely hear Amiya and Misha calling for him, and then Chen and Xingxiong led the team over.

After that, she really fainted and lost consciousness.

Being a multi-faceted undercover agent is quite tiring.

……

When I woke up again, I was already in the hospital, the next morning. The wound on my abdomen was still very painful, and my mouth was very dry.

The most important point is that after sleeping for such a long time, the bladder feels very uncomfortable and needs to be relieved urgently.

After draining all the holy water from her body, Feng Qingyu remembered Misha's matter. There was no one in the ward for the time being, so she had to find someone to ask.

The cell phone was placed on the table in the ward, which was a high-end VIP ward from the best hospital in Longmen City.

She had just opened the call interface and was about to call Chen when the door of the ward opened.

The person who walked in was Chen, holding large and small bags of freshly bought food. It seemed that he had come specially to visit.

Among those things, Feng Qingyu saw the signature dishes of his favorite restaurants.

"Are you awake? Stay in bed for a while longer. Be careful not to let your wound open and get inflamed again."

It's working hours now. Since she can get the workaholic Chen Sir to come out to visit her during working hours, her position in Chen's heart must be quite high.

However, Chen must take half of the credit for letting himself be here.

It was all because he had done too much before. Now Feng Qingyu still felt pain in some indescribable part of his body.

Swelling, plus tearing pain.

When Feng Qingyu saw Chen's hand, he was a little scared, worried that she would put her hand into his body and sprint.

"It's okay, Mr. Chen, if you don't bother me a lot in the future, I might not even need to be hospitalized. But, Mr. Chen, you're really good in bed. I want to make a silk banner for you."

Feng Qingyu took a bottle of drink from the things Chen brought. The drink was iced, which was perfect for drinking on a slightly hot morning.

The light-tasting, slightly cool drink slides down the throat, taking away the anxious thirst.

"By the way, what's happening with Misha now? Did the guys from the Reunion Movement do anything to Misha?"

Speaking of what Feng Qingyu is most concerned about right now, it is Misha's safety.

Chen sighed and pushed Feng Qingyu to sit down. There was no sadness or solemn expression on his face.

"Don't worry, Misha is fine. The Lungmen Guards and Rhodes Island are protecting her 24 hours a day. She is now in Rhodes Island, and Ms. Kal'tsit and other doctors are examining her."

The person was fine, and Feng Qingyu finally put down the heavy stone in his heart.

"That's fine, that's fine."

She was satisfied and felt that the fatigue and pain in her body had been relieved a lot.

"Also, Misha said she is very grateful to you and Rhodes Island. There were many misunderstandings before. She will come to visit you with the operators of Rhodes Island later."

Chen pulled a small brown teddy bear from his pocket. The bear was brand new, with no store tag on it, and looked like it was handmade.

"This is a gift from Misha. She said she didn't have any money and didn't know what you liked, so she chose the handicraft she was best at."

The little bear is small and exquisite, with every stitch and thread being very delicate, in no way inferior to the expensive assembly-line products sold in boutiques.

Feng Qingyu took it from Chen and placed it on the bedside table.

"Did she say anything else?"

Chen unpacked the food and laid out the food in the plastic boxes one by one.

"She said that she hopes to join Rhodes Island and fight alongside you. Then, Commander Wei said that he had no objection and that Rhodes Island is indeed a good fit for her."

This is one of the best news Feng Qingyu has heard in recent times.

After all, Misha is from the fighting nation of Ursus, so it would be nice for her to be a guard operator in Rhodes Island.

As soon as Chen finished speaking, a consolation delegation from Rhode Island arrived.

With Amiya as the leader, there were many people following behind her, such as the heart-stopping public recruitment original sin group, the happy tool man who had always coveted Feng Qingyu's body, and the fourth sister who had not been seen for several days.

Misha seemed a little restrained among the operators of Rhodes Island.

One of the guys hugged Feng Qingyu and declared his sovereignty before all the other operators.

"Precious, long time no see. The battle with the Reunion Movement is so tiring, and the old lynx bullies me every day, so I really need your comfort."

Besides Gravel, the other person who can run the wheel over someone's face is the Doctor.

The Doctor has been tasked with carrying out missions and commanding battles recently, and has not had much opportunity to spend time with Feng Qingyu. Of course he will do his best to find the right opportunity.

"Doctor, there are still many people here. It's better not to say anything like this."

Feng Qingyu rubbed the doctor's head out of habit.

Chen Du, who was standing next to him, felt a little jealous because Feng Qingyu never touched his head like this.

Stel also brought something to comfort him - a bag of ice cream.

“Here, I bought a lot of flavors.”

Feng Qingyu definitely couldn't finish such a big bag by himself. Even if he could finish it, his stomach would hurt afterwards.

"Do you mind if I share it with everyone? There's so much ice cream that I can't finish it all by myself. It would be such a waste if it melts, what do you think?"