The chubby man gingerly set down the fruit, his bewildered gaze scanning intently around him—first at Sky Shadow, then at Roland and Kexiao, and the AI Iman—ultimately resting on Blade Warrior. Inside, he was puzzling over why everyone was staring at him with such astonished, complex, and indescribable expressions.

Consequently, the chubby man resumed his habitual perspective analysis of everyone's internal thoughts, starting with Roland. Usually, Roland was affable, humble, courteous, advancing and retreating with elegance and grace, emanating a serene, mild fragrance like that of violets, deep in meaning, a charm of personality that one could find only in Feng Yi—inviting people to draw closer, to delve into more of her stories.

But Roland would never gaze at him with such a look of expectation, surprise, and a hint of flirtation for no reason. This was not the Roland he knew, so the chubby man surmised that Roland must want to ask him something at this moment.

Next was Sky Shadow. He was very aloof, immersing himself more in his practice and rarely stepping out of his room in daily life to engage in trivial conversations with others. Yet this morning, Sky Shadow appeared with furrowed brows and a brooding expression, as if weighed down with thoughts to express, even for him, which somewhat conveyed a sense of heaviness to the chubby man's heart.

Then there was Kexiao, a lady's man—esteemed in Saudi, a prestige rivaling even that of Revenge Shadow Rider. His innate arrogance and enigmatic demeanor conveyed a destiny beyond the ordinary, making countless middle-aged women, grandmothers, and gay admirers ruefully feel unworthy of him—yes, in daily life, Kexiao was more likely to enjoy the flowers, the scenery, or cast his gaze out the window, watching the vastness of space and twinkling stars, more attuned to nature than fixating on the people around him.

Turning to Blade Warrior, she was the kind of girl that anyone could talk to, always engrossed in her technology inventions or personal work. It was rare for her to continuously focus her attention on one person. Yet now, or rather from the moment she entered the room, Blade Warrior—the green tea b***h—had already stared at him for a full four seconds.

These four seconds might not seem long, but for Blade Warrior, it was an eternity; for him, an innocent and sensitive young man, it was less than flattering—his cheeks could turn red and his heart race.

For a moment, the chubby man's facial expression changed repeatedly, wondering if everyone was charmed by his robust appearance and enigmatic aura. Perhaps it wasn't without reason—after all, neither Sky Shadow nor Kexiao had the same presence as him in the moment; the chubby man was truly an adventuring explorer of the world under the guise of a man with exuberant spirit.

To sum it up idiomatically: a gentleman of vast experience and extraordinary comportment, while this gentlemanly aura was but a disguise, it was something neither Kexiao nor Sky Shadow possessed.

If anyone had that aura, it would be Feng Yi disguised as 'Rafael' during times of war—when Feng Yi wore a brown hat, often carrying a cigarette between her lips, with her untamed smile and squinting deep eyes, as if they could pierce through all the secrets of the world with confidence, exuding a man's virility in every aspect. The chubby man thought he resembled 'Rafael' very much at this moment.

Now he turned his gaze to Mengdie, only to discover that even in the presence of everyone's gaze, this young girl was also staring at him with a silly, dazed expression—even though the chubby man couldn't make out Mengdie's gaze behind the silver mask, he could imagine it. Could it be that Mengdie was also attracted to his gentlemanly charm that was dubbed as supreme and unbeatable...

With this thought, a momentary, almost imperceptible confident curve flickered across the corners of the chubby man's mouth.

However, the next second, Mengdie picked up the basket of fruit and walked away, step by step. Huh? What the...

The chubby man quickly shook his head, dismissing those unrealistic thoughts, and asked, "Why, why are you all staring at me like this?"

It was Blade Warrior who responded, "Everyone is just waiting for your news; after all, having been out for a night, you should have gathered something, right? Did you find any word on that guy? You know who I mean."

Of course, the chubby man knew that Blade Warrior was referring to Feng Yi. Upon hearing this, he instantly froze and said bewilderedly, "No, nothing, no news."

"Hey, hey, chubby man, you were out for an entire night, everyone is waiting. Even if you asked a passerby, you should've learned something, right?"

"I wish, do you know how cautious those mercenary soldiers are? Especially after what happened the day before yesterday, those bastards in the bar avoided answering any local news, it might be related to a boss called Sara."

"Sara, the boss lady?"

"Yes, although those guys did not answer explicitly, who am I? I managed to get some intelligence." Of course, this so-called intelligence was not directly asked. As the chubby man explained, while inquiring about information, he was also discreetly listening to the conversations of those around him. Underground bars are chaotic places, yet last night was strangely quiet—an abnormal quietness, likely because of the presence of the boss lady Sara, as the chubby man overheard others discussing softly that Sara's arrival at the bar was seemingly related to last night's incident. This demonstrated the significant deterrent effect she had on the surrounding mercenaries and soldiers.

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