"Hmph! Two perverts." Sheng Qiangwei snatched the shoes, refusing to let this lecher take advantage of Milly.

Francis was indifferent to this remark, thinking what man wasn't a pervert? He looked at Feng Yi with an air of disappointment, "If you can't seize opportunities, don't pretend we're close."

Feng Yi was speechless, knowing any explanation would seem deceitful. It was sad that Francis was willing to push his own sister to the wolves.

In fact, Francis wanted to entrust his sister to someone and winked at Feng Yi, "now back to the point, my sister is quite strong, right? My friend, could you share your insights about this fight?"

"I don't have any particular insights; she was just too weak. Relying solely on instinctive reactions and physique is not enough to be a Martial Artist. Her understanding of Ancient Martial Arts is even less than Sheng Qiangwei's, and her technique is almost non-existent." Feng Yi criticized harshly, feeling it necessary to voice his true thoughts, hoping the critique would help Emily.

This was Francis's intention, playing the bad guy, selling out Feng Yi for a good deal, also aiming for good care in a high-end club.

"God, I'm going to teach him a lesson." Francis grumbled as he rushed out of the room, but he paused at the door, "Milly, actually, that guy is one of the few good guys I know." He quickly made peace and split, heading to a seven-star club.

Feng Yi was uncomfortable with the high-end club service; he preferred a small pub, and refrained from the debauchery.

In the room, Emily stared blankly at the door, deeply offended. She was so shocked; she even forgot about the shoe incident.

"Don't let it bother you, Emily," said Sheng Qiangwei, her eyes cold. She dismissed her followers one by one.

"Let it go, Feng Yi was right." Emily seemed drained, "Emily, I want to be alone for a while."

"Alright, honestly, I think Francis is a frivolous guy, but don't worry, I will confront him." she replied.

"That's alright, just let me... wait." Thinking about her brother's earlier praise of Feng Yi, Emily seemed to have an epiphany, "Hehe, so that's what's going on."

This unusual behavior scared Sheng Qiangwei. She worried that Emily might have snapped under the stress, "Hey, Milly, you have to pull yourself together. Come on."

"Don't worry, Emily, I'll be fine." Emily realized this was just a test to see how she would respond. Changing her perspective allowed her to see the bigger picture. The real catalyst was removing the veil of confusion between herself and Feng Yi.

Emily explained her thoughts to Sheng Qiangwei and admitted she was wrong about the two men. Regardless of whether Sheng Qiangwei understood or not, she didn't want her to judge them unjustly. Eventually, she went to find Gandalf, hoping to hear more about Feng Yi's story from her grandfather's mouth. Perhaps only by trying to understand someone can she recognize the true gap between them. A few moments later, Emily knocked on the old librarian's door.

"Come in."

"Grandpa, I lost today, to that man."

"That man...who are you referring to?" asked Gandalf, calmly closing a webpage inappropriate for children.

"Feng Yi, if I'm not mistaken, he's the genius that you and brother always mention."

"Emily, you must see clearly your field; he is he; you are you. He excels in fighting, you embrace all."

"I don't quite understand what you mean."

"Stupid, dull!" Gandalf pretended to be angry, then delivered a lengthy speech that it would be tough to surpass Feng Yi in combat talent but easy in other areas, so she shouldn't take the outcome of a single fight to heart.

Emily was somewhat unsure, it was as if her grandfather was bullshitting her. One person, two legs, both are geniuses - who's the pushover, huh? She felt a lingering unease.

When Emily left, a rare look of fatigue flashed across Gandalf's aging face. He sighed, Emily was just too stubborn. Speak the truth, and it might hurt her; encourage her, and she might be hit even harder when she challenges Feng Yi. Based on reliable information Gandalf got from Lasso a few years ago, Feng Yi has caught up with him. What about Emily, that young girl?

Honestly, the survival of the fittest on the Colonial Planet was totally unlike Emily's growth environment. She probably wouldn't have a chance to experience it in her lifetime, which was a kind of happiness in a way. Gandalf wondered where the heck Feng Yi had gone to fool around.

Currently, Feng Yi was on his way to a fight. Francis had picked out the location, a fight club. Going to the club to play Star Wars wasn't the point, but to get a glimpse of the bar's goddess was for most patrons."

The streets were bustling with people and hover cars. Walking in the crowded square, Francis would leer at every pretty woman, "Hey, buddy, there's a top-tier beauty over there. Porcelain skin, hourglass figure, busty but still natural." His expression grew lecherous the more he spoke.

"I see her." Feng Yi didn't know how to handle his friend's love for women and simply responded noncommittally to Francis's trivial conversations.

"That girl is even easier to woo, see her middle finger?"

"Oh, what's the problem?"

"The problem is with the nail-less middle finger. If she's not single, I can almost confirm that her boyfriend is most likely sexually dysfunctional."

Feng Yi looked at Francis with a knowing smile… as if saying how could you be so gossipy, and yet your sharp eye for women is so impressive despite your lack of combat skills.

Just as he was wondering what kind of gossip Francis was about to flare up, Francis suddenly switched gears, "Hey, with your abilities, you don't need to join the military. Why are you so obsessed with going to the Mecha Battle Academy knowing it will lead you to the battlefield? It might cost you your life."

"Oh, even if it's me?"

"That's right, even you, my dear friend... Oh, by the way…"

"What?"

"Um, if I said that if you join the military, we're finished as friends, would you still go?"

"Your hypothesis doesn't hold."

"So there's really no way, huh?"

"Ha, everyone has their own ambitions, and you should understand my personality." Feng Yi shook his head and chuckled, refraining from any further explanation. His close friends weren't many, and Francis was one of them, and he understood his passion.

In fact, Feng Yi tended to be quiet. Since their days on the Colonial Planet, Francis had always stepped forward when trouble arose. Knowing Feng Yi's larger appetite, he would always share his food with him. Feng Yi knew that whatever Francis said, he meant well.

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