During the half hour that Lu Mo waited alone in the waiting hall, Ling was diligently handling his various procedures.
In a bright and tidy office, a uniformed police officer sat behind a large desk, with thick documents in front of him.
The police officer was young, holding a seal in one hand and flipping through the documents with the other, stamping them one by one.
But it was clear that the police officer was quite nervous at the moment.
Sweat dotted his cheeks, glistening under the light. The hand holding the documents trembled slightly. The female zerg sitting in front of him had silver hair and red eyes, undoubtedly the legendary commander of the Third Legion, Ling.
The police officer had long heard of Ling’s name, and he had heard that among all the legion commanders, Ling was the most approachable in private.
Unlike other legion commanders who always had a stern and cold expression, the commander of the Third Legion always had a smile on his face. Although he always caused unexpected disasters, his personality was quite amiable.
It was said that there was even a male zerg from the legion who treated Ling like an ordinary soldier, claiming to make him his female slave…
But what was happening now!
The police officer lowered his head, desperately trying to conceal his inner anxiety.
Clearly… just sitting there was making it hard for him to breathe!
The legion commander leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, his gloved hands with interlocking fingers resting on his legs. There was no smile on his face as he stared at the police officer’s actions.
A bright light hung above them, casting a heavy shadow from Ling’s hat in the light. In this shadow, a faint reddish glow flickered.
The police officer was on the verge of sweating, speeding up his movements. The papers flew around, and the business that would normally take an hour to complete was compressed to less than half an hour.
“Al-… All the procedures have been completed…” His voice trembled as he clipped the folder shut and pushed it towards Ling.
Ling stood up from his chair and walked slowly towards the police officer. His boots made a “clack, clack” sound on the smooth, hard tile floor.
His tall figure blocked the light, enveloping the police officer completely in his shadow.
The police officer desperately kept his head low, not daring to take a breath. In front of the legion commander, he felt as helpless as a fledgling bird facing a storm…
With his gloved hand, he took the documents, and as he flipped through them, they made a rustling sound.
“You…”
The police officer anxiously closed his eyes.
“You have nice handwriting.”
“…”
Huh?
The police officer anxiously raised his head and saw Ling’s gaze move away from the documents. He smiled and looked at the police officer, “Sorry if I scared you just now.” Ling pointed behind the police officer, “Please don’t mind, I was just… watching the surveillance.”
The police officer quickly shook his head, “No, no, it’s nothing!”
“That’s good.” Ling pushed his hat brim and nodded towards the young officer, “Well then, I won’t disturb you.”
The police officer stared blankly at Ling’s retreating figure.
It seemed like in an instant, the commander had withdrawn all his oppressive aura. Although it was the same face, his personality had completely changed.
He was truly unpredictable…
Subconsciously, he turned around, and behind him hung an enormous surveillance screen. In the Imperial Capital of the Imperial Star, every place had to be cautious, and even his office was equipped with surveillance devices.
But with such a large surveillance screen, monitoring tens of thousands of zergs, who was the commander just watching?
…
Ling held the documents and said to the male zerg who called himself Minoki, “I’m called Yi, one, two, three's Yi.”
His face still carried a smile, but he instantly understood everything in his heart.
A pig-killing scheme, huh…
Ling had encountered many similar tricks before, especially during grand celebrations, where there were always people trying to take advantage. They would first reveal a tempting and almost certain gambling opportunity to attract the attention of their prey. Then they would take the prey to witness the so-called “chance of winning” and deceive them into putting all their money into the gambling.
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Ling’s gaze fell on Minoki: this male zerg named Minoki was probably the headhunter searching for prey.
Should he capture him on the spot, or…
“Now, let’s go meet that ‘Lu Mo’ sir, shall we?”
Alright.
Ling calmly withdrew his hand. Since Lu Mo wanted to play, it didn’t matter. There was still a long time until the celebration.
He lightly tapped Lu Mo’s hand, and his fingertip brushed against Lu Mo’s palm.
Lu Mo was startled.
He quickly turned his head, his face flushing, and angrily whispered, “Hey… It’s still daytime, even if you want… um, at least wait until we get home…”
“…”
No, that’s not what I meant.
In the eerie smile of Minoki’s “I understand,” Ling sighed silently.
But his heartbeat, at an untimely moment, accelerated a bit.
“Let’s go meet my friend, Lord Lu Mo, now.” Minoki couldn’t wait any longer. A hint of greed leaked from his eyes as he said, “My dear friend, this is a business that guarantees no losses.”
They left the waiting hall, and a black car was waiting for them outside.
Lu Mo stared at the shabby car and began to regret. The saying goes, it’s easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality. Lu Mo, who had been corrupted by capitalism for three years, immersed in extravagance and debauchery, his spirit hollowed out by money, was no longer the simple young man he used to be.
He had become a complete scum, exuding the stench of copper in every move he made. There was no turning back.
Minoki took the driver’s seat and urged, “Hurry up and get in!”
Lu Mo made up his mind and pulled Ling into the car.
The car was filled with the pungent smell of cheap cigarettes, causing Lu Mo to frown. He leaned against Ling, feeling uncomfortable.
Minoki pretended to casually say, “A car worth hundreds of thousands, not so good. Bai Liu, bear with it.”
But his gaze passed through the rearview window, observing every move of Lu Mo and Ling. Minoki thought to himself with pride: These two poor guys must have never seen such a high-class car, right? After all, they couldn’t even afford branded goods…
That’s right, he had to shock them with his wealth from the beginning, so that his words would gain a bit more credibility.
“Huh? Bai Liu, what’s wrong with you?” Minoki looked at Lu Mo, who buried his head in Ling’s shoulder, pressing himself tightly against him. This puzzled him.
Ling smiled and said, “The Lord is feeling a bit carsick.”
“Alright.”
Minoki turned his head with regret. He had wanted to further manipulate Bai Liu on the way, but it was a shame.
The car slowly started, and Lu Mo’s regret escalated another level.
But the Chinese people had a good virtue that could be summarized in four sentences:
Since we’re already here,
It’s not a big deal.
It’s the New Year.
The child is still young.
Lu Mo clenched his teeth: Since we’re already here!
He could only bury his face deeper into Ling’s shoulder, where the scent of blood and rust, unique to Ling, permeated his nostrils…
But it wasn’t enough.
Lu Mo felt extremely annoyed. It had been a long time since he had smelled the scent of cigarettes, which instantly reminded him of his past life.
As an extremely miserable designer, staying up all night to revise drafts was a common occurrence. The stress was so great that he would smoke one cigarette after another.
The small rented room was filled with swirling smoke.
There was a saying that if you always listened to a particular song while doing something, then in the years to come, whenever you heard that song, you would be reminded of the emotions you had while doing that thing.
Smoking was the same. In Lu Mo’s case, the smell of smoke filled the room with depression, messiness, and the loneliness of exhaustion without anyone to confide in.
He subconsciously opened his mouth and gently bit down on the skin just above Ling’s collarbone, a small piece of thin flesh.
“…”
The body in his arms stiffened for a moment but then relaxed.
Lu Mo’s mood suddenly improved. Although Ling didn’t know anything—didn’t know who he really was or what his intentions were—at this moment, Ling was by his side.
No matter what he did, Ling would accept it.
Lu Mo remembered what he had done to Ling before, how excessive and terrible it was, yet Ling never resisted.
Unbeknownst to Lu Mo himself, he confirmed a fact in his current state of mind.
[No matter what happens, Ling is willing to be by his side.]
Moreover, Ling had a particularly special characteristic.
Perhaps it was because of his outstanding strength or because he had experienced so much, but no matter the situation, he always stood quietly by Lu Mo’s side, even joking with him.
—It was as if he would never be defeated.
He was like an eternal anchor, unknowingly attracting Lu Mo.
Lu Mo lowered his head, and a smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. He quietly reached out and scratched the back of Ling’s neck in a hidden spot.
“…”
Ling widened his eyes in disbelief. He lowered his head and saw Lu Mo slightly turn his face, his left eye shining brightly.
He opened his mouth silently, looking embarrassed. “No…”
Lu Mo: OvO
He leaned closer to Ling’s ear and whispered, “Don’t make a sound.”
But his hand moved downward, gently sliding over Ling’s back, tracing the concealed seam. That was where the female zerg usually hid their wings, and it was filled with rich nerve endings. Just a light touch would bring a very clear sensation.
It was a very wicked act, but Lu Mo was in a very strange state of mind at the moment.
Perhaps it could be called: arrogance from being pampered.
Ling suddenly trembled, a vague hum and gulp escaping from his throat.
The sound was very soft, and the male zerg might not notice, but the female zerg heard it clearly. Worried, Minoki, still driving, asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Lu Mo replied casually. “My female monarch is also feeling carsick.”
Ling looked at Lu Mo in bewilderment. This excuse was simply… like saying you forgot to bring your homework when facing the teacher’s questioning, and everyone knew you didn’t do it.
Trying to cover up the obvious.
Lu Mo smiled at Ling and raised his voice, “Let’s rest for a while.”
“Okay.”
The female zerg pressed a button, and a surprising black partition slowly rose, isolating the front and back sounds.
Lu Mo: “Wow.”
It was like having a magical dual SIM card function in a makeshift mobile phone—an inexplicable practicality.
“Alright, my dear female monarch, you don’t have to be so nervous now—”
Lu Mo lowered his head but saw an unexpected scene.
Ling leaned weakly against the car window, his face crimson, his red eyes hazy, and his pupils dilated.
He was trembling all over, murmuring, “I…”
“I’m not nervous…” Ling mumbled.
Lu Mo: …
On the scale in his mind, one side was reason: “No! This is not allowed! We’re still in the car, and it’s someone else’s car!”
The other side was impulse: “It’s okay, after all, this is the zerg world, and zergs won’t mind these things…”
Lu Mo took a deep breath and leaned down.
After a long time, he finally raised his head. His emerald eyes, within the pitch-black car, looked like a beast choosing its prey.
“My dear female monarch, this time… I’ll let you off.”
Ling leaned awkwardly against the car window, unable to hear anything anymore.
The car finally came to a slow stop.
The female zerg cautiously tapped on the partition. “Lord Bai Liu, Lord Yi? We’ve arrived.”
The car door opened, and the black-haired, green-eyed male zerg bent down and extended his hand back into the car.
“You’re really delicate. Do you need me to help you out?”
A hand wearing white gloves held onto Lu Mo.
Lu Mo lifted his head, and before him was a luxuriously decorated hotel. “Mr. Lu Mo” must be here.
In that instant of hearing this news, a lightbulb lit up in Lu Mo’s mind, and he remembered something important.
What kind of image did he have in the eyes of the zerg race? Why couldn’t he accumulate any Scum Value?
One can judge success or failure by looking at themselves in the mirror.
He needed to refer to it carefully to adjust his future actions—after all, it was too painful to constantly be stuck at the final ten points of Scum Value!
“Please follow me, my friend.”
Minoki led the way, looking very pleased.
The interior of the hotel was also very high-end. They walked up the stairs, through the corridors, and arrived at a heavy room door.
Minoki respectfully pressed the doorbell, took a step back, and waited in front of the door.
A communication device was installed by the door, and a gruff voice came from inside, “Who is it?”
“It’s me,” Minoki said. “Your loyal friend, Minoki, has brought your two admired friends to see you, Lord Lu Mo.”
“Oh, it’s you. Hey, open the door for me!”
After a series of quick footsteps, the door handle turned gently, revealing a timid little face behind it. The person stuttered, “P-please come in…”
Inside the room, a black-haired male zerg sat on a high chair. He was quite short and obese, with ten fingers adorned with abundant gemstone rings. His small eyes were squeezed into slits, barely recognizable as murky green.
Lu Mo swiftly put on his sunglasses.
And standing beside “Lu Mo” was a silver-haired female zerg, but her hair was very dry. Her eyes, rather than being described as red, were closer to orange… Thin and gaunt, nowhere near as attractive as Ling.
Lu Mo lowered his sunglasses and silently mouthed the words to Ling, “Will you wear them too?”
Ling silently took the sunglasses and put them on himself.
At that moment, they made a firm determination not to expose their identities.
—Otherwise, it would feel extremely awkward.
Author’s Note: Lu Mo ultimately restrained himself. He’s truly great!
…..
I have expected a face slap …
Maybe next chapter?
This festival is making me nervous for some reason but I’m looking forward to next chapter
Thank you for the updates !
I think Lu Mo and Ling might be getting the first slap of embarrassment—such a shoddy portrayal—lmao!
I can’t wait for the chaos in the next chapter(s)~
Thank You for the new update (๑´• ₃ •̀๑)
thanks for the chapter 💜
I’m getting One Piece post-timeskip flashbacks…
Lu Mo working on his scum factor…pfft! Thanks for the update 🤣❤️🤣❤️🤣
I can’t wait for their identities to be revealed! ><
I love this novel so much, makes me happy. Thank you for translating it.
Bai Liu?? As in the crazy guy from “I became a God in a Horror Game??” (✧▿✧)/
Lu Mo is such a horndog, yet so shy…