Huihui, this wouldn't be your boyfriend, would it

Jiang Huihui’s expression instantly turned wary upon hearing this. “What exactly do you want to do?”

“I can’t say for sure right now, just want you to owe me a favor. Lately, I’ve been tangled up in some trouble,” Xu Mu said to Jiang Huihui.

“Trouble? What’s going on with you?” Jiang Huihui asked curiously. “Don’t tell me Lin Yang made a move on you?”

“That’s none of your concern. Just tell me, does the promise over the phone still count?” Xu Mu asked.

He figured that someone like Jiang Huihui, who was fiercely just and full of righteous spirit, would definitely keep her word once she made a promise.

Besides, she was still a mid-level sanitation worker with decent skills. Having her on his side would definitely be a great asset in the future.

Jiang Huihui pondered for a moment before replying, “Of course it counts, but your request has to be just. Only then will I agree.”

“Don’t worry, my sense of justice is off the charts. All I’ve got so far is because of my justice score,” Xu Mu said with a smile.

He was himself at the Divine Power realm; for small matters, he didn’t need Jiang Huihui’s help.

The things he needed her for were those he couldn’t handle personally.

“That works,” Jiang Huihui nodded. “Can we head over now?”

“Alright,” Xu Mu agreed and got back into the car. “Aren’t you coming by car?”

“I’m riding my electric bike. Otherwise, I’d have to come back for it,” Jiang Huihui said, glancing at Xu Mu. “Do you guys know the way?”

“No,” Xu Mu admitted.

He knew perfectly well that the sanitation office was right next to Feng Yue’s newly opened factory.

But since she was riding the electric bike and he had to follow behind, who knew how long it would take.

“Let me take you then,” Jiang Huihui offered, patting the back seat of her bike. “You can have her wait here first. Once we get there, just send her the address.”

“Good idea,” Xu Mu nodded and went to the car to brief Meng Wanyue.

Then, he climbed onto the back seat of Jiang Huihui’s bike.

“Hold on tight, I’m starting!” Jiang Huihui twisted the throttle.

As the speed picked up, the breeze blew through, making Jiang Huihui’s loose hair flutter wildly.

Her hair brushed against Xu Mu’s face, carrying a faint fragrance that was refreshing and soothing.

“When are you coming to my place?” Jiang Huihui asked from the front. “My grandpa has been wanting to meet you.”

“Been busy lately. I’ll come when I find the time,” Xu Mu replied from behind. Suddenly, he looked ahead. “Hey, you just ran a red light, didn’t you?”

“Obviously! I rode out on my electric bike just to run red lights,” Jiang Huihui said, blowing a big bubble with her gum.

...

Twenty minutes later, Jiang Huihui brought Xu Mu to the sanitation office.

Xu Mu sent the address to Meng Wanyue.

Before long, Meng Wanyue arrived and parked her car by the roadside.

She hurried over and called out from a distance, “President Xu.”

“Let’s go in,” Jiang Huihui said, glancing at Meng Wanyue, then slipped her hands into her jacket pockets and headed toward the sanitation office.

Xu Mu patted Meng Wanyue on the back, and the two followed closely behind.

All of them were curious, observing their surroundings carefully. They had only heard the place’s reputation but had never stepped inside before.

Inside the sanitation office, there were many trees.

The concrete paths showed cracks in several places.

The buildings here weren’t tall; the tallest was only four stories, and many of them had peeling paint.

Xu Mu couldn’t believe that such a place was actually the territory of the most mysterious organization in Longguo—the cleaners.

Jiang Huihui walked ahead, and every other cleaner passing by nodded respectfully.

It seemed this mid-level cleaner held some status.

Just then, from under a willow tree in the distance, a voice called out.

“Huihui! Long time no see.”

The three standing with Xu Mu all turned to look.

A man, also dressed in black cleaner’s uniform, approached with a smile.

He wore two white stripes on his uniform as well.

He looked to be in his early thirties, with long hair simply tied into a braid that hung down his back.

His face was gaunt, his eyes defiant, as if born with a natural sense of superiority.

Xu Mu focused on this man; his cleaner’s uniform was different from Jiang Huihui’s.

More precisely, on his arm, he had a white armband that Jiang Huihui didn’t have.

On it was a black “ten” symbol.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man in a suit, holding some documents—likely a staff member from the sanitation department.

“Lv Pinlong, hasn’t been long, right? Just a few days since we last met.”

Jiang Huihui’s expression soured. After speaking, she glanced at Xu Mu and the others. “Let’s go.”

“Huihui, why the rush? A day apart feels like three autumns to me.”

Lv Pinlong smiled, blocking Jiang Huihui’s path. Then he glanced at Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue. “Who are you?”

“None of your business.”

Jiang Huihui grabbed Xu Mu’s arm. “Let’s go!”

Lv Pinlong’s eyes locked onto Jiang Huihui’s hand, then he stepped in front of Xu Mu. “Huihui, this isn’t your boyfriend, is he?”

“No.”

Xu Mu waved his hand with a smile.

“Yes! So what if he is? What’s it to you?”

Jiang Huihui shot Lv Pinlong a glare.

“Of course it matters. I like you so much, and if you’ve moved on, I’d be heartbroken.”

Lv Pinlong smiled as he placed his hand on Xu Mu’s shoulder.

Before he could squeeze hard, Meng Wanyue kicked out sharply.

Seeing this, Lv Pinlong quickly released Xu Mu and grabbed Meng Wanyue’s ankle.

He laughed, “Miss, you’ve got quite the temper.”

Meng Wanyue tried to pull her leg back but found Lv Pinlong’s grip unyielding.

Not only that, his eyes were openly appraising her figure.

Swish!

Meng Wanyue raised her hand and swung it hard toward Lv Pinlong.

A nearly transparent slash of energy surged forward.

Xu Mu immediately recognized it—it was the “Mountain Breaking Palm” technique he had taught her earlier.

Lv Pinlong stepped back upon seeing it.

But the strike kept coming relentlessly, closing in on him.

Buzz!

The air around them suddenly vibrated as Lv Pinlong raised his hand and caught Meng Wanyue’s slash.

Crack!

He squeezed hard, crushing the strike.

At the same time, golden sparks flickered in his palm.

Meng Wanyue stared at the glowing light in disbelief.

Divine Power Realm!

“Impressive! This lady even used a skill against me,” Lv Pinlong said with a smile.

Lv Pinlong clapped his hands and sneered coldly, “So, should I return the favor now?”

“Stop right there! Lv Pinlong, these are the people I brought to register; you have no right to act so recklessly!” Jiang Huihui shouted sharply.

“Me, reckless? Huihui, even though I like you, you can’t just lie with your eyes wide open.”

Lv Pinlong glanced at the middle-aged man beside him with a smile. “Old Zhang, come and judge this fairly.”

“Jiang Huihui, he was defending himself the whole time. It was this woman who made the first move,” the middle-aged man said.

“That’s because you wanted to lay hands on Boss Xu,”

Meng Wanyue, a professional assassin, had sharp eyes that missed nothing.

Just now, Lv Pinlong had already started to tighten his grip with his fingers. If she hadn’t intervened, with his strength alone, he could have crushed Xu Mu’s bones.

“You think so? Then you’re really something—seeing the future and all,”

Lv Pinlong’s eyes narrowed, a cold gleam flashing within them. “If I don’t get a satisfactory explanation for today’s incident, none of you are leaving!”

Jiang Huihui’s gaze turned fierce. This clingy pest was truly unbearable.

Just then, from deep within the sanitation department, a man appeared, smoking a cigarette.

He wore a gray short-sleeved shirt, his hair messy and unkempt. In one hand, he carried a box; on his back was a large backpack, and over his shoulder hung a fishing rod as he approached.

“Hey, it’s you,”

Xu Mu recognized him immediately as Du Yan and greeted him with a smile.

“Xu Mu?”

Du Yan walked over. “Didn’t expect to see you again so soon.”

“Out fishing again?”

“Just woke up. I’ve got a good feeling today—no empty-handed returns.”

Du Yan took a drag from his cigarette and yawned deeply.

Jiang Huihui and Lv Pinlong stood to the side, both staring at Xu Mu in disbelief.

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