novelraw Chapter 665: Bring a Thousand Jin of Lean Meat for the Minced Topping, Not a Trace of Fat
Chapter 665: Bring a Thousand Jin of Lean Meat for the Minced Topping, Not a Trace of Fat
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Faced with Lu Ding’s blunt opening, the young man grew interested: “What do you mean?”
“I don’t like him. He crushes other people’s morale to build up his own prestige, shakes the military’s resolve, and undermines unity.”
“Although I don’t care whether he joins or not, he absolutely should not have said those things to influence others who are participating in the mission.”
“Tell me where he is, I’ll go have a talk with him. As a return, I can help you solve one problem right away.”
The young man pondered: “Wuwang can’t have open internal fights, huh.”
Pull that?
Lu Ding leaned back: “I can wear a mask.”
The young man leaned forward: “What trouble can you help me with?”
“That fat guy from just now, I can deal with him.”The young man asked with a slightly puzzled tone: “Why?”
Lu Ding did not hesitate: “Because I’m also human.”
Wuwang’s forces were tangled and complex, where humans and demons coexisted, and people from all walks of life were present, not to mention there was huge personnel turnover. It was even said that anyone could join if conditions were met;
the only rigid requirement was an introduction by a member, and identity would be screened when entering the Nowhere Room, which meant Lu Ding had Heaven-Man Unity on him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to get in. He would fail at the registration step without that. Now that he was in, it meant he was unlikely to be suspected. Also, Wuwang members mostly communicated along single channels. Real identities were hard to dig up, otherwise there wouldn’t be cases like Golden Ao and his wife hiding in plain sight while running a farm inn.
So Lu Ding was confident this person couldn’t pin down his identity. In that situation, a montage-style lie was the best choice.
Sure enough.
His straightforwardness left the young man with no strong suspicions. If not for saying “I’d like to” and “I don’t like him,” who would do such things? Even if a 749 investigator infiltrated, doing this would be clumsy and only alert others. Either way, once those two people died, others would be a bit more cautious. Of course, that was the normal outcome. But Lu Ding had an abnormal advantage: he could kill and capture demons and receive rewards. Maybe he wouldn’t profit, but he would never lose.
The young man thought it over and finally said: “Then as you say, once you kill Fat Kang, I’ll give you Xiao Ma’s location information.”
He needed to see sincerity.
That line hit Lu Ding just right. He sat up a little: “Location.”
“Lady’s Temple, Meat Processing Street, No. 139, the meat seller Kang Fatty.”
Lu Ding stood: “Wait for my news.”
He moved forward toward the door, then turned his head slightly at the entrance and said: “Meet here in three hours. If I don’t come, it means I couldn’t find him.”
He had planned to tell the young man to contact him, but realized that would be a flaw.
“No chance of failure?”
Hearing the young man’s voice, Lu Ding opened the door: “He doesn’t deserve it.”
Slap!!
The door closed.
The maid standing nearby spoke up: “Young master, can he be trusted?”
The young man replied with a question: “Trusted or not, what would we lose?”
“In a case like this, first, I won’t contact him offline, so there’s no risk of exposing my real identity.”
“Second, his personality suits mine;
I’m willing to be his online friend so we can help each other in the future.”
“Third, I’m about to be selected as the Wuwang Western commander;
the more strong supporters I have, the better my chances.”
The maid understood.
The young man looked at the door: “Also, people like this are usually easy to control;
later I might be able to use him to get a lot done.”
He wanted to use Lu Ding’s masked persona as a control point, to make Lu Ding into his blade for getting things done.
Lu Ding had the same thought.
After his consciousness returned to his body, Lu Ding got up and took off his scholar-warrior sleeves and cloak. He looked at his muscular condition in the mirror. He reached out and pinched the flesh wrapped around his oblique muscles, commenting: “Except for the face, this muscle condition is exactly like those characters in that old JOJO anime.”
The half-naked figure in the mirror had a frighteningly low body fat percentage. His muscles weren’t bulky but the details and definition were exaggerated;
even the shadows showed. Lu Ding’s assessment of his own physique was: perfect! Men should look like this.
He reached out. The red coffin behind him opened wide, and slender ghostly hands handed him clothing. It was the tailored suit he had worn back in the Third Circle, a gift from Bai Hemen. Apart from wearing it once at a Yunhai 749 assembly, Lu Ding hadn’t worn it again. Today was the perfect occasion.
The cloak and scholar-warrior sleeves were too distinctive and bad for hiding his identity. He put on a black shirt with a subtly patterned light-toned solid suit pants and slid into a pair of leather shoes. When he stamped his foot a few times, the red sole of the shoe showed accidentally. It had been a gift from Feifan. The focus was that small detail on the sole, both flashy and cool. In the middle of the red sole, Feifan had inlaid a fierce and handsome Sin Dragon head emblem using special Qi Refiner craftsmanship, made of gold.
All set.
Lu Ding looked at the emblem and couldn’t help but tease Yan Feifan: “You are so taciturn. If you’d said so earlier, I wouldn’t be putting this on just now.”
He straightened up, adjusted himself in the mirror. He buttoned the shirt up to the second-from-top button, revealing a hint of collarbone. He cinched his pants. Broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He didn’t put on the jacket, too troublesome and easy to snag.
Lu Ding walked toward the window while fitting on a bodycam. After scanning left and right and confirming Fu Xinghe wasn’t around, Lu Ding leapt up to the window and flew straight toward the Lady’s Temple.
He hadn’t gone far when Fu Xinghe’s call came through.
“Brother Lu, aren’t you in the office? There are documents you need to sign.”
Lu Ding:......
“Um, I went out for a walk. I’ve been here for a while but haven’t had a good look at White Ridge. There’s a pen on my desk, you can sign for me.”
Fu Xinghe: “It still needs a stamp.”
“Then leave it on my desk first. I’ll be back to stamp it.”
Silence on the other end for a moment.
“Brother Lu, you’re not going on a mission alone, right?”
“How could I forget the rule that two people must go? Don’t worry, that’s a basic iron law I won’t break.”
Only after he said that did Fu Xinghe relax and sigh: “Finally Brother Lu is resting.”
“Take your time looking around, I’m not in a hurry. I’ll wait in the office.”
“All right, then.”
Call ended.
Lu Ding looked at his phone beneath the cloud layer and muttered to himself: “I’ll stroll to the Lady’s Temple, buy some meat to take back for hot pot. Not too much to ask.......”
At the same time.
Lady’s Temple, Meat Processing Street, No. 139.
Deep in that butcher shop.
A man smeared with fat sat in a grand chair, getting more and more frantic, sweat beading on his forehead. The more Kang Fatty thought, the more agitated he became. Didn’t he just deal with a few hundred boys and girls? People sell pigs, sheep, and cattle to make money. What’s wrong with him selling people too? Survival of the fittest. Why should someone threaten him?
Though he complained inwardly, he didn’t dare say it out loud. And after today, he didn’t dare continue this business. After thinking, Kang Fatty pulled out his phone and was about to send a message to the Yellow Heaven Sect to tell them he’d stop—do whatever they want now. There was no way he would offend the tough guys in his own organization because of the Yellow Heaven Sect’s cooperation, right?
Staring at the phone’s number, Kang Fatty said: “This should count as turning back from the wrong path, stopping just before the cliff, right?” “Hope he gives me a chance.”
Whether others would give him a chance was unknown, but Lu Ding certainly would not. Commit a crime and you should die!!!
A voice sounded.
“Bring a thousand jin of lean meat for the minced topping, not a trace of fat.”