Xyrin Empire-Chapter 111 - : Lin Xue’s Colleague
Chapter 111: Chapter 111: Lin Xue’s Colleague
At least this guy finally thought to ask this question…
Stumbling upon him by the side of a road in the Sahara Desert, Liu Zicai had held out until now to ask how we ended up here. If he wasn’t too dull-witted, then the only other explanation was that this guy was a picture of composure.
I figured it was the former.
At that moment, the best shield once again played its role; we blamed everything on a certain princess. We spun a yarn about a princess who’d grown up confined within the Imperial Palace and, because of that, had become capricious and headstrong. On a New Year whim, she fancied a visit to the Sahara Desert. As friends and temporary protectors of the princess, we naturally couldn’t ignore her wish. After twists and turns, the end result was our entire gang ending up in this godforsaken place. Then whilst capturing the majestic scenery of the desert, a moderate sandstorm hit us. Incredibly, a classic desert-lost plot unfolded. Luckily, in our disoriented wandering, we found this desert highway, where we sought help until we fortuitously encountered the benevolent Mr. Liu…
Anyone with an IQ in the double digits would for sure not believe my bullcrap.
This absurd story was rife with dubious points, contradictory statements, a lack of logic, and even punctuation errors. It was essentially a big problem trying to find anything reasonable within it. Let alone Liu Zicai, even Little Baobao, the least knowledgeable among us, sent me a barrage of question marks and gibberish through our spiritual connection.
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But, fortunately, our super shield, Princess Sandora, had the functionality of a cheat device.
Under the faint influence of mind interference, Liu Zicai’s IQ visibly plummeted below the double-digit mark. Not only did he completely buy my blabber, but he also enthusiastically filled in the illogical parts of the story. By the end, even I was starting to believe in this twisted and third-rate script—and what’s more tragic was that I’d been successfully bamboozled by the person who was supposed to be the dupe.
Rich people’s toys are just so comfortable. Although we knew this villa-like RV was driving on the highway, we felt no bumps whatsoever. Liu Zicai took the initiative to get up, fetched various beverages from the small fridge, and warmly invited Qianqian and the others to enjoy the “rare coolness in the desert.” Of course, the outcome was pathetic. First, we hadn’t actually stayed long in the desert; no one was thirsty. Moreover, the girls were wary that this ill-intentioned guy might have tampered with the drinks (I mean, can ordinary sedatives even affect a group of superwomen, each more formidable than the last?). Liu Zicai’s enthusiasm went to waste, as no one paid him any mind.
Oh, can’t say no one, at least Little Baobao, who had just been born not too long ago and was full of curiosity about everything new, happily took the grape juice from Liu Zicai’s hand. But after one sip, she unhesitatingly stuffed the cup into my hands—little tyke still cared about me.
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Of course, if this wasn’t just a daughter’s concern for her father, that’d be even better…
“Why are you here then? You’re not here to tour the Sahara as well, are you?”
Although none of us were keen on this rich playboy, we were still curious why he was out here. In the end, Lin Xue took the initiative to ask.
Feeling somewhat snubbed by all the unrequited gallantry, Liu Zicai immediately interpreted Lin Xue’s question as a form of consolation. He quickly reverted to his twisted gentlemanly facade and said, “Actually…”
“Actually, this poor sap was just the chauffeur I found,” a slightly husky but pleasant female voice emerged from behind us. Curious, I turned around and saw a petite girl in a white short skirt walking in.
The girl appeared to be only about fifteen or sixteen years old, with refreshing shoulder-length hair and a slightly immature face. Although she didn’t possess the ethereal beauty of Qianqian or the noble glamor of Sandora, she exuded a youthful and charming vibe. Let’s give her 89 points—by the way, Qianqian and Sandora have a perpetual score of 100 in my book…
The girl’s appearance was a bit surprising—finding such a pure and young beauty within a hundred meters of Liu Zicai, a five-star lecherous scion, was truly inconceivable. Could this girl be yet another victim in the hands of this scumbag?
It seemed not. From her reference to Liu Zicai as a “poor sap,” it was clear the girl was not the type to be simple-minded or easily hoodwinked; furthermore, she seemed a bit too young—practically a middle schooler!
Suddenly, I had a shocking thought: Could it be that Liu Zicai had a severe loli complex?
This possibility grew boundlessly in my frantic imagination. I acted swiftly, pulling Pandora and Little Baobao into my arms to shield them tightly. For some reason, Sandora also pulled Baobao into her embrace.
The three little lolis hadn’t even reacted before they froze for a moment and then, as if by some unspoken agreement, began to wriggle around in our arms—speaking of which, it seemed Pandora had finally started trying to make her presence felt now that she identified Little Baobao as a serious threat to her status?
“Two delusional fools…”
Lin Xue’s voice suddenly echoed in my mind, and damn, if you can point that out, it means you’ve thought about that possibility too, right? You’re not a delusional fool, are you?
“Didn’t expect to meet you here, my—little—Ding—Ling sister? Skipping out on home again?”
After ribbing me and Sandora, Lin Xue suddenly turned her head, smiling at the girl who had seated herself unceremoniously in front of us and was guzzling down juice.
Huh? Someone familiar?
“You two know each other?” We almost simultaneously reached out to Lin Xue through spiritual connection.
“Uh… Can you not talk at the same time… my head is about to explode…” Lin Xue was startled by the myriad voices in her head. “Her name is Ding Ling, also a superpower user.”
“Your colleague?” We again said in unison.
“Can you not talk at the same time!!”
Lin Xue said, somewhat frantically, then explained to us, “We are both core members of the Superpower Organization. Since we get along well personality-wise, I’m on fairly good terms with her. This girl’s ability is sonic attacks, incredibly powerful at that. If she goes all out, she could silently disassemble more than a dozen tanks, and her attack ability is nearly the strongest in our organization. She’s got a good personality too, though sometimes she likes to take advantage of small benefits, but she’s not foolish enough to lose her head over them. Why is she together with Liu Zicai now? Usually, she hates those who bully others with their status and are lecherously arrogant the most.”
“You can leave now,” by then, Ding Ling had already downed an entire glass of juice at an astonishing speed, then turned her head and said ungraciously to Liu Zicai, “I want to have a good chat with my little—sister—Lin Xue!”
“You know each other?” Now even Liu Zicai appeared to be quite surprised, in his heart, aside from Princess Sandora, the rest of us were supposed to be inconsequential characters without any influential background or power—how could we possibly know the Miss of the Ding Family?
“Nonsense!” Ding Ling looked downright dismissive toward Liu Zicai, giving off the impression that speaking another word to him would be a waste, “Don’t you know Uncle Lin? It’s funny considering you just met with him at my place a few days ago.”
“Lin… she’s from the Lin Family…” Liu Zicai’s jaw was nearly on the floor, while I was completely confused. So, Lin Xue had some remarkable identity as well?
Well, in a way, among this crowd here, except for Liu Zicai, almost anyone’s identity was of legendary level—a superpower user’s standing was already the least conspicuous when compared to emperors, generals, commanders of invading armies, and the like. If Lin Xue didn’t have an impressive identity, I’d find it rather abnormal…
After all, I always thought of myself as the protagonist, and even a supporting character under the protagonist’s halo couldn’t just be a common-faced military commander, right?
But Ding Ling didn’t explain further; instead, she issued another eviction notice: “Now that you know, get out quickly. The whispering among us girls is not something you big guys should be involved in.”
Liu Zicai glanced at me and at Sicaro beside me, putting on a severe Terminator look, perhaps wanting to ask why the two of us could stay. But after considering Ding Ling’s willful temper and the terrifying power of the Ding and Lin families, he obediently left.
I watched, dumbfounded, as the overbearing Young Master Liu actually skulked away? And in his own car? Just who was this Ding Ling, and what about Miss Lin Xue, who always took pleasure in teasing me?
