The natural manor under the night sky was beautifully mysterious, located in the Maraca Triangular Star District, often referred to as the Third District Tribe, similar to the Eastern Asia District on Earth or the Feng Yi of the Seventh District.

The bizarre event finally came to an end, truly an unforgettable experience. Each time Francis thought of these indelible memories, his heart would tremble with fear. He rhythmically swirled the wine in his glass, gazing out at the city's dazzling lights alone...

There was a crisp sound of footsteps outside the room: "Sir, since last time, this is the final offer from the Nangong Family Clan, and the amount for the commission is considerable."

Francis frowned and then quickly relaxed, saying, "Decline it."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Really sure?"

"Yes, I'm really sure."

"Hmm, don't you want to consider it a little?"

"Hey Nami, do you want me to fire you or something?"

"Boohoo, I'm just concerned about the future development of the Bounty Tribe."

"Tch, I knew you'd say that." Francis said helplessly, "The Nangong Family is involved with Rekart politics, and the factional issues are extremely complex. We shouldn't get involved in internal family disputes, especially not assassinations."

At that moment, as the door opened a second time, both of them were momentarily stunned, as there was no one else who could enter this room.

A man stepped into the room without saying a word, crossing his arms as he looked at the two of them with great interest.

Without waiting for Feng Yi's greeting, this playful woman had already taken the initiative, transforming in a moment into a god of killing, coming straight at him, starting off with a move to strangle the throat to subdue the enemy in one blow.

The skill was indeed commendable, but at most, it was only on par with a Blade Warrior. Feng Yi was genuinely worried that with one careless move, he might instantly finish her off. Thankfully, he unleashed psychic pressure, coming from all directions, pressing the woman into immobility.

"I'm here to find someone, not to fight." As Feng Yi spoke, he slowly withdrew his psychic pressure field.

Though he said so, merely one move passed, and Nami felt an immense fear, her heavy breathing was indescribably rapid, cold sweat soaked her delicate body inadvertently.

"Where in the world is there an absolutely safe door? You should really change this aspect of your nature, without even seeing who he is." Francis said in an orderly manner, ridiculing lightly.

"Feng, Feng Yi...?"

Nami's almond eyes widened, a storm of shock surged within her as she recognized the great Feng Yi. Even if she hadn't seen him, she should have heard the legends about this man. It was unimaginable that Feng Yi was this formidable!

"Leave us, I want to talk to him alone."

"I..."

She wanted to say she was concerned about his personal safety, but the words turned sour on the tip of her tongue—Feng Yi, with this level of power, what other protection was necessary, wasn't it laughable? She did not know the upper limit of Feng Yi's power, but after a single encounter, one could basically conclude that even his lower limit could instantly defeat her.

"I... cough, I want to listen to your conversation."

"Get out, get out right now."

"Tch, stingy."

Nami made a playful face, then leisurely turned around, unconsciously looking back at Feng Yi a few more times as she walked out.

"You two have such a good relationship." Feng Yi let out a helpless remark.

"Spending so much time together inevitably affects one's mood." Francis shrugged and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about this. By the way, it's been a while since we've seen each other, my dearest friend."

"Ah. Is your life still the same?"

"There have been some changes. What would you like to drink?"

"Anything will do."

Francis put down his wine glass, took out two bottles of 1900 from the wine cabinet, and tossed one to Feng Yi, "This has been my cherished collection for years."

"Wine tastes pretty much the same."

"Hey, back then you didn't say that; I remember you only drank spirits."

"Hehe, those were the days when we were full of youthful vigor, and you only liked flirting with girls. Do you often feel like you're getting hit on by girls now?"

"Why do you say that?"

"We've all been there, I know the feeling well."

The expressionless gazes met briefly, you looking at me, and me looking at you, soon lowering our heads... a few seconds of silence before bursting into laughter.

After a bout of laughter, Francis finally spoke with a deeper tone: "Are things not working out between you and her?"

"Which her?"

"My sister Emily."

"Uh, not working out."

"But she never got married, maybe she hasn't found the right one, or maybe none have caught her eye. You know she's never short of suitors. At her age, many girls are about to get married. You know, Milly has always been waiting for you."

Emily... that pink-haired, slightly devious fangirl, Feng Yi fell into brief contemplation, saying, "Bringing this up now... It's been a long time since I've contacted her, and I don't agree with your opinion."

"We haven't seen each other for a long time too, but the friendship never changes. Her longing for you should be the same, right?"

"Who knows, maybe we're just not meant to be."

"In what way not compatible?"

"Because of one of her orders, many frontline soldiers died. You could say I'm stubborn, maybe our goals are different, but on this point, I will never forgive."

"You indeed are a principled person. We all have different starting points, and as a fleet commander, she often has no choice. Can you accept that?"

"That's why I said I'm headstrong, isn't that enough?"

"See? Acknowledgment is actually simple."

"Hey." Feng Yi's eyes grew increasingly peculiar, "I didn't come here to talk about this today."

"Don't interrupt me. Did you ever like her?"

"I did like her before."

"And did it end because of this incident?"

"Yes."

"I see. She's been waiting for a chance to find you and has even precisely guessed the timing."

"The timing...?"

"Yes, she decided to find you after the bizarre event ended, because if this matter wasn't finished, humanity would have no future, let alone romantic relationships. As her brother, on one hand, it's you; I don't want to be caught in the middle. I can only pass on what I can convey."

"I understand, but buddy, I already don't lack girls now, my head's spinning."

"Haha, the more the merrier, isn't it delightful?" Francis slapped Feng Yi's back vigorously, giving him a manly knowing look, "Tell me the real reason you came to see me."

"It's about the old man's matter, you know what I mean."

"Lasso..." Francis pondered for a long time, "The recluse Lasso, year of birth unknown, died in 2764, caught up in the Genetic Revolution. According to the human lifespan norm of 180 years, he should still be in his prime during this phase."

"Yes, he shouldn't have gone so early."

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just perform the normal procedure to lift the frozen state; I have a way to bring him back to life." At this point, the tone of Feng Yi suddenly changed, "I remember you just mentioned the Nangong Family's commission."

"What's the matter, interested?" Francis suddenly became curious and said, "After all, you have some connections with Nangong Qi."

"How do you even know that? Are you investigating me in the background?"

"Haha, no one can escape the Bounty Tribe's information network, including it. However, as far as I know, Nangong Qi has been missing for two years."

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