Chapter 41: Village Entrance Master Huang

“Okay.”

Yang Liuqing immediately stopped.

She felt that she could master it in a little while, but considering safety, it was better not to take risks.

“Xiao Qingqing, you can master it in actual combat, it’s not too late.”

Ke Li noticed the fleeting regret on her face.

“Once you’ve started, you’ll get skilled quickly.”

That statement would definitely be a problem for others.

But for Yang Liuqing, it was perfectly suitable.

“I wanted to surprise them unexpectedly.”

Yang Liuqing dismissed the Small Flying Sword and let the Spirit Particles calm down.

At that moment, her phone suddenly rang.

It was a WeChat notification.

She opened the app and saw the sender had a head of yellow hair.

“Isn’t this the Huang Mao who chased us last night?”

Ke Li leaned on Yang Liuqing’s shoulder to check the screen.

“Does master want to reply?”

Ke Ling followed suit.

“Let’s see first.”

Yang Liuqing tapped the voice message from the other party.

“B-boss, we can’t find it anywhere, how about you buy some intel from the black market, so we can search.”

The voice carried some fear.

It was clear he was truly afraid of Daoba.

Yang Liuqing scrolled up the chat history and found that the two had been sending voice messages.

If she replied with text now, she would likely be suspected.

After thinking, she opened the emoji menu and selected an angry emoji and a cleaver emoji to send over.

After a dozen seconds of silence on the other end, a voice message came back.

“Boss, rest assured, we will definitely find them before dark!!!”

That tone was very excited.

This was a sign of fear.

“Done.

They won’t be back until evening.”

Yang Liuqing breathed a sigh of relief.

“Good thing this guy acts domineering in front of his underlings.”

She looked at Daoba and, seeing nothing unusual, averted her gaze.

As for what to do next, she still wasn’t sure.

“Growl.”

Suddenly, an untimely sound rang out in the office.

Ke Ling and Ke Li both looked at Yang Liuqing.

The latter was a bit embarrassed.

It was a strange noise from her stomach.

“Xiao Qingqing, looks like you really are a glutton.”

Ke Li gently bumped her with her head.

“It’s normal to be hungry at noon, okay?”

Yang Liuqing wasn’t making excuses.

It had been a long time since breakfast, and the fight with Daoba had consumed a lot of energy.

It would be strange if she weren’t hungry.

“Master, there’s a small fridge over there.

There should be food inside.”

Ke Ling pointed at a white, two-door mini-fridge in the corner.

It was probably over 100 liters in capacity, and the exterior was intact, seemingly unaffected by the earlier battle.

“Let’s fill our stomachs first.”

Yang Liuqing walked over quickly, opened it, and was not disappointed.

Inside were cookies, bread, soda, and the like—enough to stave off hunger.

“Master, there’s luncheon meat here.”

Ke Ling found several cans from a broken cabinet next door.

“Xiao Qingqing, there are a few apples here.”

Ke Li found some fruit for after the meal, enough to make do.

“2.5 liters of Keri Cola, good stuff.”

Yang Liuqing pulled out a large bottle with a red label, filled with black liquid.

When shaken, small bubbles emerged.

She checked the cap; there was no sign of it being opened.

“Master, is this tasty?”

Ke Ling asked when she saw Yang Liuqing staring at the Keri Cola for a moment.

Yang Liuqing nodded slightly.

“Not bad.

Lots of fizz, but after replacing the white sugar with high-fructose corn syrup, the taste is worse.

Drink too much and you’ll get fat easily.”

Although the drink itself wasn’t healthy anyway, using high-fructose corn syrup, a substance not easily metabolized, to replace white sugar was outrageous.

“Then what’s so good about it?”

Ke Li tilted her head.

“It’s refreshing.”

Yang Liuqing twisted open the cap, and gas rushed out.

She didn’t need to check the date; it was clearly fresh.

“No disposable cups,” she said, looking around but not seeing any familiar transparent plastic products.

“Just drink from the bottle, Master,” Ke Ling said, telling her not to worry about appearances.

After all, everyone here was part of the group.

“No, I was planning to pour some for you to try.”

Yang Liuqing looked over with a faint smile.

A big bottle costing a few bucks wasn’t anything special.

It was a cheap source of happiness.

“It doesn’t matter, just chug it,” Ke Li said, not caring at all.

“Alright.”

Yang Liuqing took a gulp first.

It was ice-cold and exceptionally satisfying.

Cheap happiness was still happiness.

“My turn!”

Ke Li had been curious about its taste.

“Here.”

Yang Liuqing handed it over and helped support the bottom.

Ke Li unceremoniously took a big swig.

As the cola slid down her throat, a shiver ran through her body.

“Surprisingly good.

Sister, you have a sip too.”

“Mm, just one sip.”

Ke Ling took it and drank, her eyes involuntarily widening a bit.

“There’s a faint medicinal taste.

Sweet, and very fizzy.”

“The older version had a slight spicy kick, much better.

Too bad the heartless merchant changed the recipe; you can’t buy it anymore.”

Yang Liuqing tore open a bag and took out some bread to eat.

There was still plenty of time before nightfall, so she had to replenish her energy and adjust her state.

While the three were taking turns chugging the cola, outside, the lunch rush had just ended.

The bustle had faded, making the hurried passersby stand out.

Most of them were tense, looking around as if searching for something.

“Where did Xiao Qing hide?

Can’t find her at all.”

On the street, Chen Yanran held a box of curry fish balls in her left hand and a bamboo skewer in her right, poking at them.

Beside her, the Third Elder was slowly finishing his meat buns in small bites.

“Miss, why not buy intel from the Black Net?”

“Huh?

Give money to that Dian Jing?

You kidding me?”

Chen Yanran looked displeased.

“I, Chen Yanran, would rather search until dark, search until the end of time, than give her a single cent for intel.”

What a joke, she herself was the authentic local boss of Goose City—why should she pay tribute to some outsider?

“Miss, don’t end up saying ‘true fragrance’ later,” the Third Elder said with a smile.

“I say, Third Elder, you’ve been surfing the internet a lot lately.”

Chen Yanran noticed the old man had quite the internet addiction.

He probably still used Dou Nai to watch girls dancing, huh?

“Can’t help it.

To keep up with you young people, I have to internet-surf intensely.”

The Third Elder indicated he was just keeping up with the times.

“Alright, as long as you’re happy.”

Chen Yanran knew the old man just had a serious internet addiction.

In the old days, he’d probably have been sent to the Lightning King for treatment.

The two walked and talked until they arrived at a plaza.

There were few people around, and everyone in sight seemed suspicious.

“Looks like Xiao Qing is probably in this area.”

Chen Yanran didn’t need to buy intel from Dian Jing; she just had to ask around.

Throwing the empty fish ball box into the trash can, she decided to do some after-meal exercise in the plaza.

“Where the hell did you guys look?

Still haven’t found them?!

Useless!

You bunch of useless idiots!

I’ve been feeding you for nothing!”

A short, fat middle-aged man in a white vest, five-quarter pants, and slippers, with a large bunch of keys at his waist, roared furiously at a few black-clad young men.

They kept their heads down, not daring to speak or show anger.

Because this short, fat man was very dangerous.

“What a rare guest.

Didn’t expect the famous Master Huang from Flower City to grace our little Goose City.

I really should have come to welcome you.”

At some point, Chen Yanran had appeared behind him, her words dripping with sarcasm.